The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 166 I Feel Like the Luckiest Person Ever

Chapter 166: Chapter 166 I Feel Like the Luckiest Person Ever

Mrs. Lewis gently slipped the gold bracelet onto Megan’s wrist and patted her hand softly. "You’ve really had a rough time all these years."

Mr. Lewis stroked his white beard, voice tinged with emotion. "Megan had a decent life at the Shaws’. Bernard did put in some effort raising her. Must’ve carried some guilt. But now you’re back, and that’s what matters. That’s what matters."

Samuel got up from the couch and walked over, taking Megan’s hand with a grin. "Come on, Meg. Let me show you your princess room."

The air instantly felt a few degrees colder. He turned just in time to exchange a stare with Tristan.

Yikes, that gaze could freeze someone on the spot.

"She’s my sister. Can’t I hold her hand for a second?" Samuel muttered, but still let go, resting his arm lightly on her shoulder instead.

Completely ignoring the icy glare aimed at him, Samuel led Megan upstairs.

Tristan narrowed his eyes slightly and followed with measured steps.

Down the hallway, they reached a room on the south side. Samuel pushed the door open, revealing a sea of pink.

Pink curtains, pink wallpaper, pink bedding, even the vanity was pink—this whole room screamed girly charm.

"This is the room Mom and Dad decorated just for you. After finding out Amelia wasn’t really their child, Mom was heartbroken. She blamed herself for losing you. So, she went a little overboard and made this princess room for you. On nights she couldn’t sleep, she’d lay here. Look."

He pointed to the bed, where a stuffed toy was nestled under the covers. "She used to hug that doll and fall asleep."

Hearing that made Megan’s chest tighten with emotion. "What about before?" she asked quietly.

Leaning against the wall, Samuel replied, "Mom was never that close to Amelia. Maybe it’s the blood bond thing. Grandma actually raised Amelia, so she’s more attached to her."

Megan nodded slowly. "Then it makes sense Grandma still cares about Amelia so much."

"You never fail to think things through from someone else’s angle." Samuel snapped his fingers, then motioned toward the walk-in closet. "Come check this out."

Megan stepped in and was stunned by the sight—neat rows of clothes hung in sections, her eyes stinging a little.

Tiny outfits from her baby years, then clothes, pants, dresses, and shoes for each age lined the racks.

"Mom picked them all out herself," Samuel said, walking to a big cabinet. "She always said her little princess would look beautiful in them."

He opened the doors—shelves stacked top to bottom, left to right, packed with neatly wrapped gift boxes. It looked like a toy store crashed into their house.

Samuel started pointing out the boxes. "Once the truth came out about Amelia, the whole family started preparing birthday gifts for when you’d come back. This here—your infant blessing charm from Grandpa, a tiny bell from Dad. For your first birthday, Mom got you a bunny plush... And this whole stack here—your nineteenth, from your big brothers. And of course, one from me, your favorite fourth brother. Just one more month and you’ll turn twenty—we’re going all in for that one. I can’t wait."

He went through every single gift, from birth to her nineteenth birthday. Everyone in the family had picked something out for her.

Watching all of it, Megan’s tears spilled over. Samuel pulled her into a big bear hug.

"Welcome home, little sis," he said warmly.

Standing silently at the closet entrance, Tristan looked like he’d bitten into a lemon. His girl was being hugged by another man right in front of him—yeah, that stung. A lot.Hearing those words hit him with a complicated wave of emotions.

Megan never lacked love while growing up—the Shaws treated her well. But when the truth came out, it turned her world upside down.

Imagine realizing the people who raised you for nearly twenty years weren’t your real family. No blood ties at all. That revelation couldn’t have hurt more.

Even though she tried her best to act cheerful around him, putting on an optimistic front, he knew. She cried alone at night, especially after Diane passed away. That pain, she carried it quietly.

Now she was finally reunited with her biological family. He was genuinely happy for her. He could give her love, sure—but not that kind of family bond she’d always deserved.

Tristan leaned lazily against the wardrobe door, lips curled into a small smile.

Samuel gently tapped Megan’s back and teased, "Alright, Meg, stop crying. Your man’s probably thinking I bullied you."

Megan chuckled through her tears. "He wouldn’t think that..." Or maybe he would.

She glanced back at Tristan, who was actually being surprisingly chill about it all.

Then Samuel leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "Can’t believe that shameless hacker from the dark web turned out to be my sister."

She blinked. "How did you even find out?"

"Back when you were at the Emerald Cove... Amelia saw you using my laptop. That’s when I realized you’re the one who hacked me for twenty-seven million."

Megan gave a sheepish laugh. "So... you planning to get it back?"

Samuel let go of her, flashing a teasing grin. "Nah, your brother’s loaded. Want to steal more? Go for it. But seriously, where’d you learn this stuff?"

She just shrugged. "Self-taught. Piece of cake!"

Samuel: [Could she at least act a little modest?]

He threw a quick glance at Tristan, then decided to give them space and slipped out of the room... well, almost. He paused at the door, gave a wicked grin, and said, "Guess you’re outta luck tonight, huh?"

Tristan raised his eyebrows, totally confused by that comment, but chose not to respond. Instead, he stepped into the closet and pulled Megan into his arms. "You happy?"

Her cheek rested against his firm chest. "Very."

"I’m really happy for you, baby," he murmured.

Megan nuzzled closer. "Mm, I’ve got a husband who spoils me and a whole family that loves me. I feel like the luckiest person ever."

Tristan cupped her face, leaning in for a kiss.

"Meg."

He froze.

Now he finally got what Samuel meant earlier.

Stella stood in the doorway holding a stack of children’s books. "Mind if I stay with you tonight?"

Megan looked up at Tristan, whose mood clearly couldn’t get any darker. She poked his side and whispered, "I’ll make it up to you when we’re back at Dreamscape Manor."

Then she tipped up on her toes, peered over his shoulder, and smiled at Stella. "Of course you can."

So Tristan found himself booted to the next room while Megan climbed into bed with her mom.

Stella leaned against the headboard, flipping open a storybook. Megan curled up beside her, head resting on her mom’s waist, eyes closed.

With gentle warmth, Stella read aloud from the book. Nobody knew how long she read before Megan’s breathing turned soft and even.

Brushing her daughter’s dark curls, tears quietly slipped down her cheeks. She wiped them away with the back of her hand. After all these years, she finally got to read stories to her girl.

Snuggling closer, she kissed Megan’s cheek and closed her eyes.

Moments later, Megan opened hers, whispering into the silence, "Goodnight, Mom."