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Julian POV

작가: Tammy Dee
last update 게시일: 2026-03-02 19:42:13

The woods were a jagged, impenetrable wall of black. Every step was a struggle, my lungs burning as I half-carried, half-dragged Catrina through the dense, unforgiving brush. We had been running for what felt like hours, the silence of the forest broken only by the snap of twigs and the frantic, shallow rhythm of our breathing.

We were vulnerable, we were exhausted, and we were being hunted by professionals who didn't care about the laws of the land or the boundaries of the estate.

"We need to
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  • The Billionaire's Stolen Heiress    MATRIARCH POV

    Winter had finally loosened its grip on the mountains.From the stone terrace of the Alpine villa, I watched the snow retreating slowly up the jagged granite slopes like a defeated army. The air, which for months had been a knife to the lungs, was now soft, carrying the scent of damp earth and blooming edelweiss. The river below, once a silent vein of ice, now roared with the melt—a chaotic, living sound that echoed through the valley.Spring always arrived quietly in the High Alps. But when it came, it changed the very architecture of the world.I rested my hands on the sun-warmed railing and looked down at the gardens.Bentley was a blur of gold and white against the emerald grass. The little dog tumbled through the lawn like a clumsy ball of fur, barking with a frantic, joyous energy at absolutely nothing. Marcus sat on the terrace steps, his tactical jacket replaced by a simple linen shirt, tossing a stick that Bentley insisted on retrieving with the gravity of a sacred mission.

  • The Billionaire's Stolen Heiress    Maria pov

    The High Court was colder than I expected.It wasn’t a physical chill; the heating vents were humming, and the room was packed with the humid breath of three hundred spectators. But the atmosphere carried a clinical, sharpened finality. Justice, I realized, has a temperature. And today, it felt like the first frost of winter—the kind that kills off the rot to make room for the spring.The courtroom was a sea of faces. Journalists lined the back rows like vultures in suits, their cameras ready to capture the exact moment a god fell. Lawyers moved in hushed, expensive waves. Every major financial network was broadcasting live.This wasn’t just a trial. It was a funeral for a shadow empire.I sat at the front table, my spine perfectly straight, my hands folded over the lace of my dress. Beside me, Catrina was a statue of dark, lethal elegance. We didn't need to hold hands; we were connected by the sheer gravity of what we had survived. Behind us sat Julian and Marcus—the shield and th

  • The Billionaire's Stolen Heiress    Julian POV

    The St. Clair boardroom had always been intimidating. It wasn't just the sheer scale of the obsidian table or the panoramic glass that made the city look like a toy set. It was the air—heavy with the scent of expensive cologne and the silent, vibrating tension of men who controlled the tides of global trade.Power lived here. Empires died here. And today, a legacy was being led to the gantry.The double doors groaned open. I walked in first, the sound of my heels on the marble floor like a steady, rhythmic drumbeat. Maria was on my right, draped in ivory silk that made her look like a saint carved from stone. Catrina was on my left, dressed in sharp, dark tailoring, her eyes scanning the room with the predatory focus of a sniper.Three of us moving in perfect, terrifying synchronicity.Twenty board members sat around the table. I saw the calculations happening behind their eyes. Many of them were Vincenzo’s creatures—bought and paid for with the very money the Matriarch had frozen ho

  • The Billionaire's Stolen Heiress    MATRIARCH POV

    The St. Clair headquarters had never felt this quiet. It was a sterile, suffocating silence—the kind that precedes a landslide. For decades, this building had been my cathedral and my cage. Tonight, it was simply a hunting ground.I stood beside the floor-to-ceiling glass of my executive suite, watching the city lights fracture across the surface of the river below. I didn't look like a woman who had recently been "contained" by a madman. I looked like the Matriarch. My suit was crisp, my silver hair pinned back with a sapphire brooch that had seen three generations of board meetings.The heavy mahogany doors behind me groaned open.“Madam,” my Chief Legal Officer said, his voice vibrating with a nervousness he couldn't quite mask. “The emergency financial review team is assembled in the War Room. The SEC monitors are on standby, though they don't know why yet.”“Good,” I replied, my gaze fixed on the horizon. “They’ll find out soon enough.”The man hesitated, the sound of his rapid

  • The Billionaire's Stolen Heiress    Dual pov

    JULIAN POVThe silence that followed the termination of the countdown was deafening. It was a heavy, pressurized quiet that made my ears ring.Marcus leaned against the mahogany banister, his chest heaving, his rifle held loosely at his side. He let out a long, ragged exhale. “I am officially resigning from the bomb squad, Julian. Next time, let’s just go to dinner.”I wasn't listening. My world had narrowed to the woman standing at the apex of the Grand Staircase.Maria looked like a ghost that had clawed its way back to the land of the living. Dust matted her hair, and her gown—the one she’d worn to look like the perfect heir—was shredded and gray. But as she stood there, backlit by the flickering chandeliers, she didn't look broken. She looked like a queen who had just survived an assassination.In her hand, she gripped the encrypted drive. The Moreno Ledger. The digital soul of a monster.I took a step toward her. “You stopped it.”She gave a small, jerky nod. “The ‘Two Marias’...

  • The Billionaire's Stolen Heiress    Dual pov

    CATRINAThe cellar door shuddered again, a scream of protesting metal that echoed like a dying ghost. I slammed my shoulder into it one last time, the impact vibrating through my teeth.The magnetic locks didn’t even flinch. They were high-wattage seals, drawing power directly from the estate’s grid. Brute force was a caveman’s tool, and I was out of time. Above me, the vent rattled—a frantic, metallic scuttle as Maria disappeared into the house’s veins."Don't stop, Maria," I whispered, wiping sweat and grime from my eyes.Behind me, the fake server gave up the ghost. The overclocked processors popped with the staccato rhythm of small-arms fire as the cooling modules froze solid into a block of jagged, useless ice. The hum died. The blue light flickered out.Silence swallowed the cellar, heavy and suffocating. Except for the vibration on my wrist.02:37.Two minutes and thirty-seven seconds until the East Wing—and my sister—became rubble.“Think,” I muttered, my mind stripping the ro

  • The Billionaire's Stolen Heiress    Catrina's Pov

    He stiffened and I saw the visible fight between desire and duty. “I can’t.”That was the judgement he passed. “You should get some rest,” he offered, cushioning the blow of rejection. “You had quite a day at work and we might get busy in the upcoming weeks.”He didn't look at me when he talked.

    last update최신 업데이트 : 2026-03-23

  • The Billionaire's Stolen Heiress    Julian POV

    “Why am I feeling dizzy?”My fingers tugged at my tie, loosening it, then tightening it again like that would somehow steady me. The room felt wrong. The lights were too sharp, the walls too close, the air pressing against my skin. Sweat clung to my neck and slid down my spine.“Why do I feel so h

    last update최신 업데이트 : 2026-03-23

  • The Billionaire's Stolen Heiress    Veronica's pov

    Julian you are mistaken, this will be my biggest plot of making you stay right in my arms I'll make sure I never let go of you this time.I grinned to myself quietly.I watched him hastenly drink every bit of the wine.I still held my glass cup almost lightly, turning my wine in circles, smiling.T

    last update최신 업데이트 : 2026-03-23

  • The Billionaire's Stolen Heiress    Veronica's pov

    He clenched his fist, the veins on his arm tightening as his eyes burned into me, like he was trying to rip the truth straight out of my soul.“Carlos, you have to trust me on this,” I said, my voice firm despite the storm raging inside me. “Catrina is behind everything.”He hesitated, his jaw tigh

    last update최신 업데이트 : 2026-03-23
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