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Chapter 43: Echoes of the Future
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Rebirth of The Forsaken Heiress Chapter 56: Heir of Shadows
The air in the cavernous boardroom was so thin it felt as though all the oxygen had been sucked out by the sheer force of Eleanor’s presence.The shouting was over. The legal threats had ceased. What remained was the heavy, suffocating silence of total defeat.Simone Rothschild sat at the head of the mahogany table, a position he had usurped only days ago. Now, he looked like a man sitting on a throne that was rapidly crumbling beneath him. His face was a mask of controlled fury, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the leather armrest.Across from him, Eleanor Valemont—now Eleanor Chen—stood calmly as she gathered her files. She didn't slam them. She didn't gloat. She simply tapped the edges of the dossier against the table to align them, the sound echoing like a judge’s gavel in the quiet room."The injunction is filed," Eleanor said, her voice cool and devoid of the trembling hesitation that had plagued her three years ago. "My team will begin the audit of the hostile takeo
Rebirth of The Forsaken Heiress Chapter 55: Silent Years
YEAR ONE: THE EXILEShanghai was like a living, breathing organism of neon and steel. To Eleanor, standing on the balcony of the penthouse Alistair had provided, it felt like a cage made of light.The first six months were a blur of nausea and grief. She spent her days in the library of the Sentinel Group’s headquarters, reading voraciously about corporate law, international trade, Mandarin, Sun Tzu, and… pregnancy. She treated knowledge like a weapon she was sharpening. She spent her nights staring at the ceiling, her hand resting on the swell of her stomach, fighting the memories in another city of a man with eyes like storm clouds.Alistair was true to his word. He appeared in public with her, played the part of the devoted partner, and deflected the inquisitive press with the ease of a man who had been lying to the world for two lifetimes. But in private, he was a mentor."You are too soft," he told her one evening over tea. He placed a dossier on the table. It was an acquisition
Rebirth of The Forsaken Heiress Chapter 54: Empty Victory
The Grand Ballroom of the Rothschild estate was a cavern of gold leaf and crystal, designed to make anyone standing inside it feel small. Tonight, however, the mood was not one of intimidation, but of raucous, self-satisfied triumph.To an outsider, the gathering looked like the social event of the season. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the hum of a string quartet playing Mozart with mechanical precision. Waiters in white gloves moved like ghosts through the crowd, refilling flutes with vintage champagne that cost more than a mid-sized sedan.To Lucian Rothschild, it looked like a circle of vultures picking over a fresh carcass.He stood near the French doors that led to the terrace, his back to the glass. Ideally, he would have been outside, letting the cold rain numb the feverish heat in his blood, but appearances had to be maintained. He was the prodigal son now. The loyal brother. The fiancé of the year.He held a tumbler of scotch in his hand, gripping
Rebirth of The Forsaken Heiress Chapter 53: The Covenant of Ash
The silence that followed Alistair’s declaration was heavy, not with peace, but with the suffocating weight of a reality Eleanor was struggling to accept."We will live," Alistair had said. "And we will make sure that child will live too".Eleanor sat on the edge of the sterile hospital bed, her hands trembling as they hovered over her stomach. The concept was alien, terrifying, and undeniably real. A life. Lucian’s life. Growing inside her while the rest of her world had been reduced to ash.She looked up at Alistair. The man standing before her was no longer just a business partner or a cryptic ally. He was a mirror. He was a man who had died, who had lost his wife and son in a fire set by his enemies, and who had clawed his way back from the grave for retribution.He understood the game in a way no one else could."If I do this," Eleanor whispered, her voice cracking under the strain, "If I go with you... there is no going back. Eleanor Valemont dies here.""Eleanor Valemont was a
Rebirth of The Forsaken Heiress Chapter 52: The Alliance of the Damned
The world returned to Eleanor not all at once, but in muted, disorienting fragments. A sterile white ceiling. The faint, rhythmic beep of a machine. The unfamiliar weight of a soft, heavy blanket. She’s not in their estate.Eleanor sat up. Her movements were slow and groggy. The room was a serene, minimalist bedroom suite, decorated in calming shades of grey and white. An IV was taped neatly to the back of her hand.The door opened, and Alistair Chen walked in. He was not dressed in his usual sharp suit, but in a simple black sweater and dark trousers. He carried a single glass of water.“Where am I?” Eleanor’s voice was a dry, unused rasp.“A private medical facility of mine,” Alistair answered, his tone calm and even. He placed the glass of water on the bedside table. “You collapsed. Your father was… distraught. He called me. I thought it best to bring you somewhere secure. Somewhere quiet and away from the media.”“My father,” Eleanor said, the memory returning in a rush of shame.
Rebirth of The Forsaken Heiress Chapter 51: The Final Betrayal
The days that followed the funeral bled into a grey, timeless haze. Eleanor barely left the Valemont estate, but their house felt no longer like a home. The security reports from Arthur Vance were spread across the vast mahogany table. Accident reconstruction diagrams, chemical analysis of the brake fluid, traffic camera footage from the Palisades Parkway. It was a labyrinth of cold, hard facts that led nowhere.If Cecilia’s death was a murder, it was a perfect crime and the suspect left no traces of himself.“Anything?” Leon would ask, appearing in the doorway each morning, a shadow of his former self.“Nothing,” Eleanor would reply, not looking up from the screen.Leon was a hollowed-out man. He would sit for hours in his study, staring at the photograph of Cecilia. Eleanor saw his pain, and it felt like a debt she could never repay. She pushed him away, his sorrow a reminder of a weakness she could no longer tolerate in herself, or in him.“We need to focus,” she told Leon once. “
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