The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 307 This heart of mine will never change

Megan slipped into her nightgown and wrapped a trench coat over it. She glanced at the sleeping Ethan, then quietly took the room key and stepped out.

Her heart pounded like a drum as she stood before Room 338.

Just as she raised her hand to knock, the door swung open. A muscular arm reached out and pulled her inside.

The man trapped her between his chest and the wall, his intense gaze never leaving her face. "Did you miss me all these years?"

Megan stared at the face that had haunted her dreams. She cupped it in her hands, her fingertips tracing every detail—the slightly damp, coarse strands of his hair, the thick, well-defined brows, the narrow eyes, the sharp bridge of his nose, and those thin lips that had once kissed her. There wasn’t a single part of him she hadn’t longed for.

After a long pause, a tear rolled down her cheek. Her lips parted softly as she whispered, "Yes."

"Who did you miss?"

"Tristan." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

His eyes burned crimson, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. Then he leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss that set the entire room ablaze.

Megan lost all sense of time and space, the world around her swaying in a dizzying haze.

Turkey was a dreamlike town, weaving enchanting fantasies for those who wandered its streets.

For a moment, Megan couldn’t tell if this was real or just another beautiful illusion. And if it were a dream, she never wanted to wake.

She nestled her cheek against Tristan’s firm chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat—each thud a comforting reminder that he was alive. How terrified she had once been that this heart, the one that loved her, might stop.

"Tell me," Tristan murmured, lightly nipping her ear. "Why did you leave back then? Where did you hide? And why the five-year wait?"

Megan sat up, pulling the sheets around her.

"I tried contacting Karl back then, but couldn’t reach him no matter what. Then one day, someone answered and told me to come to Northriver alone, without telling anyone. I knew it couldn’t be Karl, but for even the slimmest chance to save you, I went. The person waiting was Mr. Ford."

Tristan clenched his jaw, his hatred for the man palpable. This was the person who had torn them apart.

Megan gently smoothed his furrowed brow with her fingertips. "He held a generations-old grudge against your grandfather because of your grandmother. That resentment festered in him all these years. He used this opportunity to take revenge on us. The five-year separation was his condition - he wanted us to suffer. If we broke it before the term, your life would be in danger. I couldn’t risk you, Tristan. I’d rather endure five years apart if it meant we could have the rest of our lives together. The night before you came looking for me, I was taken to Tranquil Dawn Temple."

"That night, I twisted my ankle. The strain must have broken my water. Abbess Samantha delivered our baby."

Tristan’s eyes reddened. "Earlier... I saw the scar."

Megan flushed instantly. "Stop it! That was an episiotomy. The baby was breech - a frank breech. Samantha helped reposition the baby. Even though she wasn’t large, they did the cut to make delivery quicker and safer."

"They just... cut you?" Tristan’s voice shook.

Megan gave a soft hum of affirmation. "It’s over now. Doesn’t hurt anymore."

"How did she... reposition the baby?" he asked hesitantly.

Concerned about traumatizing him, Megan shook her head. "Better you don’t know."

But Tristan persisted until she relented, describing the harrowing delivery in detail.

By the time she finished, Tristan had gone deathly pale. He’d never imagined the ordeal Megan had endured.

"Megan," he murmured, burying his face in the crook of her neck, "no more children. Never again. You suffered too much."

"But I promised Ethan a little sister," she protested softly.

Tristan released her from his embrace, his voice tender. "No more children. I can’t bear to see you in pain again."

"Let’s talk about that later," she said, brushing it off with a playful smile. "But how did you find us so quickly?"

His fingers traced the delicate contours of her brows and eyes, his gaze lingering. "Because Ethan has your eyes—the same shape, the same spark. I couldn’t ignore that. Even the slightest hope was worth chasing. Cameron Brooks and I never stopped waiting."

Perhaps it was fate. If Ethan hadn’t gone to the mall to buy Megan’s birthday gift, he wouldn’t have crossed paths with Tristan. And their family reunion might have taken much longer.

"So," Megan narrowed her eyes teasingly, "have you been charming other women all these years?"

Tristan chuckled, his voice low and warm. "To me, no one else compares. You’re the only one who ever caught my eye."

He reached under the pillow and produced a slender red box. "Open it. This is your birthday gift for this year. The rest are waiting at home."

Megan lifted the lid to reveal a crimson heart-shaped diamond necklace, its facets catching the light.

"Megan," he murmured, using her childhood nickname, "I love you. This heart of mine will never change."

The pendant glowed against her porcelain skin, vivid as a living pulse.

Leaning in, he captured her rosy lips in a slow, deep kiss—only to be interrupted by a sharp knock at the door.