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Chapter 150: The Business Rivalry Continues

Author: Evve
last update publish date: 2026-01-28 01:06:24

The "Happy Family" narrative was a beautiful story. It was warm, it was redemption-filled, and it played very well on Instagram.

But Monday morning at 9 AM, the narrative hit the cold, hard wall of Quarterly Earnings.

Aurora sat at the head of the conference table in the AVA flagship. Her team—Elias, Sophia, the head of production—looked grim.

On the screen was a market share analysis for the luxury outerwear sector.

AVA was up 12%.

Cross Empire was down 3%.

It was a victory. A clear, quantifia
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    The woman standing in the nursery doorway looked like a general disguised as a grandmother.Mrs. Marianne Higgins was sixty years old, stout, and wore scrubs patterned with cheerful yellow ducks that seemed at odds with her terrifying competence. She held a clipboard. She smelled of peppermint and discipline."Feeding schedule?" she asked, pen poised.Aurora stood by the crib, her hand resting on the rail. It was 8:00 PM. The sun had set over the Hudson, taking the last of the day's false energy with it."Every three hours," Aurora whispered. "She takes two ounces. We use the slow-flow nipple because... because she forgets to breathe sometimes.""Preemie protocol," Mrs. Higgins nodded, writing it down. "I've handled twenty-six weekers, Mrs. Cross. Your daughter is a heavyweight compared to my last charge."Aurora looked at Hope. The baby was sleeping, swaddled tight in a muslin blanket. She looked peaceful. She didn't know that her mother was about to abandon her for eight hours."Doe

  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   CHAPTER 303: CALLING SOPHIA

    The phone call was short."Sophia? It's Marcus Cross. Liam's brother."Sophia Laurent stood in the middle of her design studio in SoHo, surrounded by swatches of French linen and the hum of her assistants. She didn't know Marcus well. She had met him briefly at the foundation launch, where he had looked like a man wearing a tuxedo as a form of torture."Marcus," she said, signaling for her assistant to hold the calls. "Is everything okay?""No," Marcus said. His voice was rough, tight with a tension that vibrated through the line. "It's not. Liam collapsed this morning. Aurora hasn't left her room in a week. The baby is crying, and the seven-year-old is asking me if his parents are dying."Sophia dropped the fabric swatch."I'm coming," she said."Bring help," Marcus said. "Bring an army if you have one."Sophia arrived at the penthouse forty-five minutes later. She didn't bring an army. She brought something better.She walked out of the elevator carrying a bag from Dean & DeLuca, a

  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   CHAPTER 302: LIAM'S BREAKING POINT

    The math of survival was simple.There were twenty-four hours in a day. Hope fed every three hours. That took forty-five minutes. Ethan needed to be woken up, fed, and homeschooled by the tutor Marcus had vetted. That took two hours in the morning and three in the afternoon.The lawyers needed him for the civil suit depositions. Two hours. The board needed him to stop the stock from bleeding out due to the client exodus. Four hours. Aurora... Aurora needed him to be the anchor that kept her tethered to the earth. That took every second he wasn't doing the other things.Liam did the calculation as he stood in the kitchen, staring at the coffee machine.If he optimized the transitions, if he ate while on conference calls, if he slept in twenty-minute bursts while Hope was in the swing... he could make it work.He had been making it work for fourteen days."Mr. Cross?"Liam blinked. The kitchen came back into focus. It was bright. Too bright.The tutor, a young man named Daniel, was stan

  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   CHAPTER 301: WHISPERS

    The internet was a mirror. A cracked, distorted, infinite mirror that reflected not who you were, but who everyone feared you might be.Aurora sat in the window seat of the master bedroom, her knees pulled to her chest. It was 2:00 PM. The sun was shining on the river, bright and indifferent, but inside the penthouse, the air was thick with the dust of a thousand opinions.She held her new phone—the one with the uncracked screen—like it was a grenade with the pin pulled.She shouldn't look. Dr. Aris had said, disconnect. Liam had said, don't feed the beast.But the beast was already in the room.Isabella’s memoir, The Woman Henry Cross Destroyed, was currently the number one topic on Twitter. It wasn't just a book anymore; it was a cultural event. A live dissection of the Cross family pathology.Aurora opened the app.She didn't search for Liam. She didn't search for Henry.She searched for herself.#AuroraValeCross #BadMother #CrossCurseThe algorithm fed her immediately. It knew wha

  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   CHAPTER 300: THE FIRST NIGHT

    The sound wasn't loud, but it cut through the penthouse like a siren.Waaah. Waaah.It was a thin, reedy sound. The cry of a creature that had been pulled out of the water too soon and was still angry about the air.Aurora lay rigid in the center of the master bed. The duvet was pulled up to her chin. Her eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling where the shadows of the city played in gray ripples.She hadn't slept. She had been waiting.Beside her, Liam shifted. He groaned, a low, exhausted sound, and sat up."It's 11:30," he whispered, checking the digital clock. "She's hungry."He turned on the bedside lamp. The pool of yellow light felt aggressive. It illuminated the mess on the nightstand—bottles of water, breast pump flanges, a half-read book on infant development that Aurora hadn't opened."I'll get her," Liam said. He swung his legs out of bed. He looked back at Aurora. "Do you... do you want to feed her?"Aurora felt a physical recoil in her chest. Her breasts were heavy,

  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   CHAPTER 299: HOPE COMES HOME

    The car seat looked too big.Liam adjusted the straps for the tenth time, his fingers fumbling with the plastic buckle. It was a top-of-the-line model, impact-tested to survive a meteor strike, but Hope looked like a doll lost in its cavernous padding."It's tight enough," Dr. Patel said, putting a gentle hand on Liam’s shoulder. "She's five pounds, Liam. She's not going to fly out."Liam looked up. The NICU was quiet this morning. The other babies were sleeping, their monitors beeping a soft, rhythmic lullaby."I know," Liam said. He smoothed the pink blanket over Hope’s legs. "I just... I want to get this part right. The transport.""You've got the transport," Dr. Patel assured him. "You've got the oxygen monitor. You've got the specialized formula. You're ready."Liam nodded. He stood up, lifting the carrier. It was surprisingly heavy, weighted not by the baby, but by the responsibility it contained.Four weeks.Twenty-eight days of sitting in a plastic chair. Twenty-eight days of

  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   Chapter 31: Paris Fashion Week Invitation

    The Maison AVA was no longer a secret. It was a pilgrimage. The small, dusty storefront on the quiet, stone-paved street in the Marais was now the most exclusive, impossible-to-enter atelier in Paris. Two years had passed since Aurora had signed the lease, the iron keys placed in her son's tiny,

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  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   Chapter 21: The Art of Survival

    The "art of survival" was not a masterpiece. It was a daily, brutalist sketch.It was the 5 AM alarm on her burner phone, a jarring, digital sound that ripped her from a few hours of shallow, restless sleep on the lumpy attic mattress.It was the wave of acidic, sour nausea that greeted her before

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  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   Chapter 39: The Flight Home

    The sterile, white-on-white expanse of the Air France First Class lounge was a different kind of prison.Five years ago, she had arrived at Charles de Gaulle as a ghost, a refugee in a cheap, gray hoodie, her face hidden, her name a lie.Today, she was leaving as "Madame Ariane Rousseau," a myth.S

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  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   Chapter 20: Paris Rain

    The thud of the landing gear on the tarmac at Charles de Gaulle was a physical blow.Aurora’s eyes, dry and burning from a sleepless, seven-hour flight, snapped open. She had not slept. She had existed in a pressurized metal tube, a ghost at 30,000 feet, her hand pressed flat against her stomach as

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