My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 60

**TITLE: He Returned to Break and Own Me and for His Queen**

**Chapter 60: Grant’s Shameless Action**

After a morning filled with the comforting scents of breakfast wafting through the air, Oriana found herself in a flurry of excitement. She picked up the hairdryer and hairspray, her heart racing with the anticipation of styling Micah’s little curls. This was her spark, her reason to rise from the warmth of her blankets and embrace the day ahead.

As she prepared, she couldn’t help but admire Micah’s features. They were slightly angular, yet the curly bangs framed his face perfectly, softening his sharpness and giving him an almost ethereal quality. Under the gentle embrace of the natural daylight, his tousled hair seemed to shimmer, making him appear even more delicate and youthful, like a freshly bloomed flower kissed by the morning sun.

Oriana’s heart swelled with affection; to her, Micah resembled a plump, pink peach—ripe and utterly tempting, as if he were silently inviting her to take a bite. The thought brought a smile to her lips, one that reflected her deep love for the little boy in front of her.

Micah, ever curious, touched his nose and tilted his head slightly. “Why do I feel like the way you’re looking at me is a little strange?” he asked, his eyes wide with innocent inquiry.

Oriana, unable to suppress her laughter, replied with a bright smile, “Strange? How could it possibly be strange?”

Before Micah could muster a response, Chubby, their mischievous pet bird, flapped his wings excitedly. “Oriana is staring at Daddy, drooling!” he chirped, his voice full of playful mischief.

“That’s not true!” Oriana exclaimed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Irritated yet amused, she turned and playfully swatted at Chubby, who merely rolled away on his wheels, circling the living room in triumph, much to Micah’s delight.

Micah’s lips curled into a soft smile, clearly entertained by the antics of both Oriana and Chubby.

After two laps around the room, Oriana’s phone rang, cutting through the playful atmosphere. Panting slightly, she said, “Hold on, you little rascal. Let me take this call first, and then I’ll deal with you.”

Chubby chirped in amusement, clearly enjoying the chaos of the moment.

Oriana took a deep breath, steeling herself as she answered the call. “Ms. Sterling, this is City Hall. Your guardian has requested to annul your marriage. Please come for mediation,” the voice on the other end stated flatly.

Oriana froze, the words hitting her like a punch to the gut. A wave of incredulous laughter bubbled up within her. “What right does he have? He’s just a guardian! I’m an adult—does he think he gets to decide everything for me?”

The staff on the other end responded sharply, their tone devoid of empathy. “Mr. Holloway has provided evidence indicating that you concealed your guardian’s involvement and were coerced into the marriage registration. We are conducting a legal and proper investigation. If you refuse to cooperate, Mr. Holloway’s lawyer will file charges against you for fraudulent marriage.”

Oriana’s breath caught in her throat, her heart racing as panic surged through her. She clutched her chest, her body trembling uncontrollably. She had never envisioned that her relationship with Grant would spiral into such a grotesque and ugly affair.

Was this truly the same aloof, elegant golden boy she had once admired?

Taking a deep breath, Oriana steadied herself. “Wait for me. I’m coming now,” she replied, her voice firm despite the turmoil within.

As she hung up, she turned to Micah, who was watching her with a concerned gaze. Her heart ached; she felt as though she had dragged him into this mess.

Before long, a familiar figure appeared at the door of the mediation room.

Grant lifted his gaze and saw Oriana, her presence illuminating the room. A faint smile graced his lips. “Hi, Oriana,” he greeted, rising slowly and leaning on his cane as he approached her with a composed stride. “You’re here. I’ve been waiting for you.”

The staff and Alaric stood as well, acknowledging her arrival.

“You must be Ms. Sterling?” one of the staff members inquired, their tone shifting to one of concern.

Seeing her, the staff quickly expressed their eagerness to support her in front of Grant. “Ms. Sterling, how could you be so foolish? You have a talented man like Mr. Holloway, yet you recklessly ran off to marry a nobody?”

Oriana’s lips twitched in disbelief. “A nobody?” she echoed incredulously.

“Ms. Sterling, please don’t misunderstand. The facts are simply the facts. You had someone, yet you inserted yourself to steal another’s love, even coaxing yourself from Seabar to Jindiwood. You barely knew him before registering for a marriage license. These are responsibilities a man should uphold—not some lowly, unscrupulous nobody. What else could he be?”

“Ms. Sterling, a woman’s marriage is her second chance to choose her social standing. Think carefully. If there’s any misunderstanding with Mr. Holloway, discuss it properly. Don’t make mistakes again,” another staff member chimed in, their tone stern yet concerned.

Oriana’s face tightened, feeling the weight of their words. Grant looked at her, his expression filled with deep, indulgent affection. “Oriana, I’ve thought about it. I was wrong before. I apologize. As compensation, I’ll forgive your little tantrum this time. It’s all wiped clean. If you want to stay in Jindiwood, I’ll stay with you. If you want to join Aurora, I’ll go with you. All I ask is that you revoke the marriage license—”