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OVERNIGHT HEIRESS Chapter Forty Five
Amelia’s POVI could feel him standing behind me even before I opened my eyes.The sound of the kettle clicking off. The scrape of a mug on the marble counter. The sharp breath he took before he finally turned and said it.“You can’t stay here.”The words landed with the precision of a scalpel. I sat up slowly on his couch, blanket sliding down my shoulders, throat thick with unshed shame. Sunlight slanted through the blinds, dust motes floating in its golden reach. The room was warm, but the silence between us made it feel glacial.“I just need a little more time,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.Julian didn’t respond. He walked to the window, coffee mug in hand, his jaw set hard enough to crack glass.“I can leave tonight,” I added quickly, heart pounding. “But I—I had nowhere else to go.”Still nothing.He didn’t look at me. Didn’t speak. Just stood there in his crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, as if preparing to gut something.“I didn’t come back to manipu
OVERNIGHT HEIRESS Chapter Forty Four
Amelia’s POVJulian didn’t ask questions that night.He didn’t press. He didn’t pry.He just let me be.When we got to his penthouse, he didn’t lead me to the guest room or ask if I wanted to talk. He simply handed me a sweatshirt two sizes too big, pointed to the bathroom, and said, “Take your time.”So I did.I stood in his shower longer than I should have, letting hot water soak through my bruised skin and rinse off the days I couldn’t talk about.When I stepped out, wrapped in warm cotton and still half-fragile, he was waiting in the living room. Sitting on the edge of the couch. Fire crackling low behind him.Two mugs on the coffee table. Tea. Not whiskey.I sat across from him. Our eyes met, and for a moment, we didn’t speak.We just… existed.“Did you eat?” he asked finally, voice soft.I shook my head.He got up, walked to the kitchen, and returned a few minutes later with grilled cheese and tomato soup—simple, warm, nostalgic.I hadn’t eaten something that comforting in years
OVERNIGHT HEIRESS Chapter Forty Three
Amelia's POV I took a step back. “No—I didn’t know who I was. Not until *yesterday*. You have to believe me.”“He said you want money,” my father said. “And that if we want the *real* Isabella back, we’d better pay.”I blinked. “What?”“He has her. The girl you made the deal with. He said he’ll send her home. For a price.”Jeremy stepped forward, furious. “You’re telling me you believe *Elijah Brown*—a known blackmailer—over your own daughter and hard DNA evidence?”“You forged it,” my mother said, her voice sharp and shaky. “You tricked us once. We won’t be fooled again.”I swallowed hard. “Look at me.”My voice cracked.“Please.”My father’s hands curled into fists. His eyes glistened—but not with love. With grief. With betrayal.“We lost our daughter once,” he whispered. “We’re not letting someone *like you* do it again.”They turned.And just like that…They left me standing there.In my own home.Unwanted.We sat in the car in silence for a long time after.Jeremy stared at the
OVERNIGHT HEIRESS Chapter Forty Two
Amelia's POV The name dropped like an anvil between us.My world tilted.I stared at him, shaking my head slowly. “That’s… my father.”“I know,” he said quietly. “That’s why I thought you were part of it.”My chest tightened. “Part of what ?”Jeremy turned to a file cabinet, pulling out a thick envelope. Inside were grainy photos, scans of old letters, even a birth certificate— two of them.“The real Isabella Domitia was kidnapped when she was three,” he said. “The family never went public with it. Someone replaced her with a lookalike, carefully trained to take her place. They thought she was lost forever. Until I started digging.”I stared at the documents in shock. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?”“Because I didn’t know who to trust. Then you showed up. At first, I thought maybe you were the imposter. Maybe the original was gone forever. But then I found this.”He pulled out a photo—me as a child.With Michael .It wasn’t staged. It wasn’t taken in secret. It was real.“I found
OVERNIGHT HEIRESS Chapter Forty One
Amelia’s POVThe first thing I did was scream.Loud. Raw. Repeatedly.Not because I thought anyone would hear me. But because I needed to feel like I hadn’t given up yet.My voice echoed back at me—mocking, empty.I was alone.Still tied, still aching, still freezing in the damp rot of the basement Jacob Flynn had decided would be my prison.I tested the ropes again, twisting my wrists in every direction. They were tight, but not professional—he hadn’t done this before. Not like this. And maybe, just maybe, that was something I could use.I moved slowly, easing my back against the rough stone wall. I needed friction—something to saw against. The rope burned my skin, but I didn’t stop. Pain meant progress.Minutes passed. Or maybe hours. I lost track.Above me, footsteps creaked across the floor again. My heart jumped into my throat.No. Not yet. I wasn’t ready. Not until I got my hands free.The door opened.I went still.Jacob appeared in the doorway, carrying a tray.Food. A bottle
OVERNIGHT HEIRESS Chapter Forty
Amelia's POV Julian stood there.In jeans. No blazer. No shield.Just him.And in his hand… was the letter.He didn’t speak at first.He just looked at me.And I realized that for all my love and pain, I wasn’t the only one who’d been broken.He handed me the letter. “I’ve read this twenty times.”I swallowed hard. “I meant every word.”A pause.“I know,” he said. “And I hated that I believed it.”That stung. But I deserved it.“But then I realized…” he went on, “You were the first person who didn’t want me because of the name. You wanted me in spite of it. And that scared the hell out of you.”My eyes burned. “It still does.”He stepped closer. “Good.”I blinked.“Because it scares me too.”And then—He kissed me.Not like our first kiss. Not like the one after our second date.This was slower. Heavier. Like forgiveness and regret and hope all tangled up in one breathless moment.When he pulled back, he smiled.“Don’t lie to me again.”“I won’t,” I whispered. “Ever.”“And no more fa
OVERNIGHT HEIRESS Chapter Thirty Nine
Amelia's POV A woman’s voice—Jessica’s—was in the background, taunting him, asking how it felt to be duped.But he didn’t respond.He simply kept walking.Calm. Collected.And before ducking into a black car, he turned to the cameras and said, “No one defines my truth. Not even those who lie.”Then the clip ended.I stared at the screen, something flickering in my chest. It wasn’t hope, not yet. But it wasn’t despair either.Because if he was still talking about it… maybe he wasn’t done with me.Not completely.That night, I did something stupid.I walked to his building.Just to see it. Just to stand outside and remind myself what real regret felt like.But the universe wasn’t done with me.Because as I turned to leave, the door opened.And Julian stepped out.We froze.His eyes locked on mine. And for the briefest moment, everything else disappeared.Then his expression hardened.And just like that, the distance was back.He didn’t say anything.Neither did I.I just nodded once. A
OVERNIGHT HEIRESS Chapter Thirty Eight
Julian's Pov And then I walked out, the weight of the truth pressing hard against my ribs.What I didn’t know was that Jessica’s spies had been two tables behind me, phones recording.Two days later, Julian invited me out again. Third date.I felt… hopeful.Despite everything. Despite the voice in the back of my mind screaming at me to tell the truth, I didn’t. I told myself I’d wait until after the date. Just one more night.He picked a bookstore café this time. Said he wanted to show me his favorite reading book.It was intimate. Thoughtful.He even pulled a worn paperback of *The Secret History* off the shelf and said, “I think you’d love this.”I smiled, heart skipping.“I probably will.”We sipped coffee. Talked about poetry. I felt my walls thinning, cracking in ways I hadn’t prepared for.And then Julian’s voice dropped. Too calm. Too cold.“So, Amelia. How long were you planning to keep the brand deal a secret?”I froze.“What?”“I got an email. From Jessica.”His eyes were o
OVERNIGHT HEIRESS Chapter Thirty Seven
Ray’s POV I sat alone on the floor of my new apartment. Smaller. Dingier. Anonymous. There were no cameras. No stylists. No campaign shoots. Just me. And silence. My lawyer had said it could take years to untangle the breach-of-contract claims. My PR team—what was left of it—had begged me to apologize. To grovel. But I hadn’t spoken a word to the public. Not yet. The thing was, I had rehearsed it. The apology. The tears. The “I was young and foolish” speech. But every time I looked in the mirror, I couldn’t bring myself to say it. Because part of me still didn’t know if I meant it. My phone buzzed—my mom again. I silenced it and stood up, walking toward the window. Outside, life moved on. No one looked up. And for once… neither did I. Julian’s POV “She’s not broken,” I told Jackie later that night. We sat in a quiet café, the scent of vanilla and roasted beans thick in the air. “I know,” she said, stirring her drink. “She’s stronger than all of us combined.”
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