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Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride Chapter 176: Aurora's Fear
The Plaza Hotel penthouse was a fortress of gilt and velvet, a far cry from the stark, minimalist glass of the Cross tower or the warm wood of the beach house. It was luxury as a barricade.It was 3 AM.Ethan was asleep in the master bedroom, tucked between pillows that cost more than Aurora’s first car. Liam was in the living room, on the phone with Graves, coordinating a manhunt that spanned three boroughs.Aurora was in the bathroom.She was sitting on the edge of the marble tub, staring at the door. It was locked.She had scrubbed her hands three times. She could still smell it.Vanessa’s perfume.It was a phantom scent, clinging to her skin, to her memory. The heavy, floral cloy of a woman who had violated the one sacred space Aurora had left.She was in his bed.The thought was a loop, a jagged recording playing over and over in her mind. Vanessa Leigh, the woman who had destroyed her wedding, had lain where her son slept. She had breathed on his pillow. She had marked him.Auro
Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride Chapter 175: The Break-In
The penthouse smelled of lavender and fear.It was a Sunday evening. They had been gone for three hours—a "mandatory family outing" to the Botanical Gardens to see the holiday train show. It was supposed to be a distraction, a moment of peace in the siege.But the moment they stepped out of the private elevator, the peace shattered.The door to the apartment was unlocked.Not broken. Just... open. A sliver of darkness visible between the heavy wood and the frame.Liam stopped instantly. He put his arm out, blocking Aurora and Ethan."Stay here," he said, his voice dropping to the low, dangerous rumble of the "Wolf.""Liam," Aurora whispered, clutching Ethan’s hand. "The alarm didn't go off.""I know," he said.He pulled out his phone. He hit the panic button on his security app. Then he stepped forward, pushing the door open with his foot.The apartment was dark."Graves!" Liam shouted into the void. "Report!"Silence.Liam turned to Aurora. "Take Ethan back to the elevator. Go down t
Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride Chapter 174: The Stalking
The "dragon" note had been a prick. A small, sharp reminder that the world outside the castle walls wasn't empty.But in the weeks that followed, the pricks became a pattern.It started with small things. Anomalies in the perfect, curated life Aurora and Liam were building.A coffee cup left on the hood of Aurora’s car. It was from the cheap bodega near the AVA flagship, not the artisanal café she frequented. Written on the lid in black marker was a smiley face.A toy soldier found in Ethan’s backpack. It wasn't one of his. It was old, the paint chipped, the face melted."Did you trade with someone at school?" Aurora asked, holding the toy up to the light."No," Ethan said, frowning. "I found it in my cubby. Maybe the Cubby Fairy left it.""Maybe," Aurora said, her stomach churning. She threw the soldier away.Then, the phone calls started.Not to her cell. To the landline in the penthouse—a number only family and emergencies had.It would ring at odd hours. 3 AM. 11 PM.When she answ
Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride Chapter 173: Vanessa's Desperation
The apartment in Queens was a tomb of dead ambitions.Vanessa Leigh sat on the floor, surrounded by the debris of her life.Cardboard boxes filled with expensive clothes she could no longer wear. Stacks of legal notices she couldn't pay. A half-empty bottle of cheap vodka that tasted like gasoline.The television was on, the volume low. It was tuned to a celebrity news channel.And there they were.The Golden Couple.Liam Cross and Aurora Vale, walking out of the L’École Internationale auditorium. Holding hands. Smiling. The "Boring Family" narrative was in full swing, and the world was eating it up."Look at them," Vanessa whispered, her voice a scratchy rasp. "Look at how happy they are."She threw the remote at the screen. It bounced off Liam’s smiling face with a dull thud.She hated them.She hated Aurora for being the "Phoenix." For rising from the ashes Vanessa had so carefully arranged. For stealing the narrative, the sympathy, the win.But she hated Liam more.She hated him f
Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride Chapter 172: The Difficult Conversation
The living room of the penthouse was quiet, but it wasn't the warm, comfortable silence that had settled into their lives over the past few weeks. It was a thick, expectant silence, heavy with the weight of the conversation they had to have.Aurora sat on the white sofa, her hands clasped in her lap. She was wearing her "Mom" clothes—jeans and a soft, oatmeal-colored sweater—but she felt as if she were wearing her CEO armor.Ethan was sitting in his "Captain's Chair," the leather armchair Liam had moved for him. He was holding Mr. Bun, but he wasn't playing. He was watching them.His question from school—why don't we live together like other families?—had morphed into a wish. And that wish had become a fear.Promises break.Liam sat on the coffee table, facing Ethan. He was close enough to touch his son’s knee, but he kept his hands to himself. He looked serious."Ethan," Liam said, his voice low and gentle. "Do you remember what we talked about? About the puzzle pieces?"Ethan nodded
Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride Chapter 171: Ethan's Wish
The Parent-Teacher Conference at L’École Internationale de New York was less of a meeting and more of a summit.Aurora sat on a small, ergonomic chair in Madame Dubois’s classroom, surrounded by finger paintings and the faint smell of chalk dust. She was wearing her "engagement armor"—a cream-colored suit that softened her edges but still screamed CEO.Liam wasn't here. He was in Tokyo, closing the final logistics for the "Alliance" distribution. He would be back tonight."Ethan is a delight," Madame Dubois said, adjusting her glasses. She was a stern, kind woman who had seen generations of Manhattan’s elite pass through her doors. "He is bright. Creative. His vocabulary is... advanced.""He listens," Aurora said, smiling. "Usually when he shouldn't.""He is also... very observant," Madame Dubois said. Her tone shifted. It became careful.She pulled a piece of paper from a folder."We did an exercise yesterday. 'My Three Wishes'. It’s a standard prompt. Most children wish for toys. Or
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