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Chapter 37: Preparing for Return

Penulis: Evve
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-12-25 00:14:42

The Maison AVA, the beautiful, sunlit, Parisian fortress, was being executed.

It was a quiet, brutal, and efficient death.

The grand, white-walled atelier, which for five years had been a cocoon of creativity and survival, was now a hollow, echoing shell. The bolts of silk and wool were gone, packed. The state-of-the-art sewing machines were silent, shrouded in plastic. The dress forms, her silent, headless assistants, were wrapped in muslin, standing in a mournful row by the door, ready to be
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  • 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 298: MARCUS'S PAIN

    The guest room was dark, but the light from the iPad screen was bright enough to burn Marcus’s retinas.He sat on the edge of the bed, his back hunched, his elbows resting on his knees. He looked like a man studying a structural failure—scanning the cracks in the foundation, calculating the exact moment the roof would cave in.He wasn't reading blueprints. He was reading a ghost story.Chapter Six: The Other Son.Marcus swiped the screen. His finger felt heavy. Numb.Isabella Voss hadn't just researched his mother. She had hunted her.I found Sarah Sterling in 2009, Isabella wrote. The prose was clean, clinical, and devastating. She was living in a third-floor walk-up in South Boston. The radiator was broken. The windows were sealed with plastic wrap to keep out the January wind. She was dying of ovarian cancer, but she was still waiting for the phone to ring.Marcus stopped reading. He closed his eyes.He remembered that winter. The smell of sickness in the apartment. The way his mot

  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   CHAPTER 297: TRUTH WOUNDS

    The iPad screen was a window into a burning house, and Aurora was standing inside, watching the wallpaper of her childhood peel away to reveal the rot underneath.It was 2:00 AM. The hospital room was silent, save for the rhythmic hiss of the oxygen valve on the wall and the distant, muffled sounds of the nurses' station. Liam had gone home to check on Ethan and shower, promising to be back by dawn.Aurora was alone with Isabella Voss.Or rather, she was alone with Isabella’s words.Chapter Five: The Glass House.Aurora’s finger hovered over the glass screen. Her hand was shaking. She had promised Liam she wouldn't read it. She had promised Dr. Aris she would focus on "stabilizing her own narrative."But how could she stabilize a narrative when she realized the prologue was a lie?She scrolled.Jonathan Vale was a man who built skyscrapers because he couldn't build a home, Isabella wrote. The prose was sharp, elegant, and dipped in acid. He married Elise—Aurora’s mother—because she wa

  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   CHAPTER 296: EXPOSED

    The internet didn't sleep. It fed.Liam Cross sat in the chair beside Hope's incubator. It was 6:00 AM. The hospital was quiet, but his phone, resting on his knee, was vibrating every three seconds.He picked it up. He swiped the screen.The headline filled the display, bold and black against the white background of the news app.THE WOMAN HENRY CROSS DESTROYED. Exclusive Excerpt: The Promise.Liam’s thumb hovered over the link. He knew he shouldn't click it. Vance had called at midnight, warning him. Don't read it, Liam. It's poison.But poison had to be analyzed before it could be neutralized.He clicked.The text loaded.He touched my stomach. His hands were cold. He told me that he loved me. He told me that Eleanor—his wife, the saintly mother of his heir—was a contract, not a partner. He called her a merger acquisition in a dress.Liam felt the blood drain from his face.Eleanor. His mother. The woman who had paced the widow's walk, waiting for a husband who never came home. The

  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   CHAPTER 295: ISABELLA'S LAST CARD

    The cell at Rikers Island was six feet by eight feet. The walls were cinder block, painted a color that was supposed to be calming but looked like dried toothpaste. The toilet was stainless steel and smelled of industrial disinfectant and despair.Isabella Voss sat on the thin mattress, her back perfectly straight.She wore an orange jumpsuit. It was ill-fitting, coarse against her skin, and humiliatingly bright. They had taken her Chanel suit. They had taken her pearls. They had taken her phone.But they hadn't taken her mind.It was 9:00 AM. The guard, a heavyset woman named Davis who clearly enjoyed the power imbalance, walked by the bars."Lawyer's here, Voss," Davis grunted. "Consultation room three."Isabella stood up. She smoothed the orange fabric as if it were silk. She lifted her chin."Thank you, Officer," she said. Her voice was cool, polite, and terrifyingly composed.They handcuffed her. They led her down the long, echoing corridor. Inmates yelled catcalls. Someone threw

  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   Chapter 167: The Design Process

    The studio in the AVA flagship was no longer a battleground. It was a laboratory.It was a Tuesday morning, three weeks into the "Alliance" project. The honeymoon phase of the European press tour was over, and the reality of the work had settled in. The glamour of the TGV rides and the "normal" pic

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  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   Chapter 165: The Debate

    The honeymoon was over.Not the marriage. The marriage was thriving, a warm, solid thing built on Sunday pancakes and shared glances. But the business honeymoon—the polite, tentative "we are partners" phase—had lasted exactly three weeks.It was 10 AM on a Tuesday. The conference room at the AVA fl

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  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   Chapter 168: The Creative Tension

    The design studio at 2 AM was a pressure cooker.The "Alliance" collection was eighty percent complete. The sketches were finalized. The fabrics were sourced (from Italy and Portugal). The "Fog" silk had arrived, shimmering like captured moonlight on the cutting table.But the final piece—the "Show

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  • 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-color

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