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Chapter 56: Corporate Rivalry Ignites

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The meeting in Liam Cross’s office had been a negotiation.

It had ended as a ceasefire.

But in the boardroom of the AVA flagship, two weeks later, there was no peace. There was only the cold, digital hum of war.

Aurora stood at the head of the concrete table, her back to the window, her silhouette sharp against the gray New York sky. She wore her "wolf" suit—the charcoal one.

"They are blocking us," she said, her voice low and dangerous.

Elias sat to her right, looking tired. Her father, Henry
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  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   CHAPTER 461: THE BATTLEGROUND

    The boardroom of Vale-Cross Global was designed for consensus. The white oak table was round, the chairs were equal in height, and the acoustics were engineered to encourage dialogue.Today, however, it felt like a boxing ring.Aurora sat at the edge of the room, ostensibly taking notes but really playing referee. Liam was at the head of the table, his face a mask of careful neutrality. Marcus leaned against the wall, arms crossed, looking like he wanted to intervene but knew better.And in the center, facing each other across the expanse of wood, were her children.Ethan was seventeen. He wore a hoodie and sneakers, his laptop open in front of him, displaying a dense wall of code and financial projections. He looked like the future—fast, impatient, and terrifyingly smart.Hope was fourteen. She wore her 'creative lead' uniform—black turtleneck, architectural jewelry. She had a sketchbook and a stack of fabric swatches spread out like a defensive perimeter. She looked like the soul of

  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   CHAPTER 460: THE DIVIDE

    The break room on the twelfth floor of Vale-Cross Global was designed to be a collaborative space. Low sofas, whiteboards for brainstorming, a barista-grade espresso machine.Ethan Vale-Cross hated it.He stood by the window, a can of energy drink in his hand, watching the construction crane across the street lift a steel beam into the sky. It was precise. It was efficient. It was necessary.Behind him, the room was buzzing. But not about code."Have you seen the prototypes?" a junior developer whispered to a marketing intern. "The resin vase? It's incredible. It looks like... like frozen light.""I heard the launch party is going to be at the Met," the intern gushed. "Hope Vale-Cross is a genius."Ethan crushed the aluminum can in his hand. Crunch.Genius.That was the word of the week. Hope was a genius because she glued metal shavings to wood. Hope was a genius because she made a chair that looked like a cloud.He walked over to the recycling bin and dropped the can.He walked out

  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   CHAPTER 459: THE PILOT

    The boardroom of Vale-Cross Global had witnessed mergers, hostile takeovers, and the near-collapse of a dynasty. It had absorbed the shouts of angry men and the silence of terrified ones.Today, it was quiet. But it was a focused, electric quiet.Aurora stood at the head of the table. She wasn't wearing the armor of the early days—the severe chignons and the black suits. She wore a cream silk blouse and trousers that moved with her. She didn't need armor anymore. She was the structure itself.She clicked the remote.On the screen, the rendering of the resin vase appeared. It rotated slowly, catching the virtual light."The Atelier," Aurora said. Her voice was steady, pitched for the acoustics of the room. "A micro-division focused on artisanal home goods. Limited run. High margin. Sustainable materials sourced exclusively from our construction waste."She looked around the table.Julian Thorne was there, older now, his hair completely white, but his eyes still sharp. Elena sat next to

  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   CHAPTER 458: HOPE'S PROPOSAL

    The dining room table was no longer a place for meals. It was a stage.Hope stood at the head of the table. She was fourteen years old. She wore a black turtleneck and wide-leg trousers—an outfit she had borrowed from Sophia’s "minimalist archive." It was slightly too big in the shoulders, but she liked the weight of it. It felt like armor.She adjusted the lighting. The dimmer switch was set to fifty percent. The afternoon sun was filtered through the sheer drapes, creating a soft, diffuse glow that hit the center of the table perfectly.On the mahogany surface, there were no plates. There were three objects.A vase made of poured resin and reclaimed glass.A swatch of fabric that looked like a storm cloud woven into wool.A sketchbook, closed."They're here," Ethan whispered.He was sitting in the corner, acting as her technical support (he was running the projector she didn't plan to use, just in case). He looked up from his tablet. "Do you want me to announce them?""No," Hope sai

  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   CHAPTER 457: THE MENTOR AND THE STUDENT

    The view from the corner office of Vale-Cross Global hadn't changed in ten years, but the man looking at it had.Liam Cross stood at the window, nursing a cup of tea. He drank less coffee these days. Dr. Hale had been right about the cortisol; survival was a marathon, not a sprint.Behind him, at the smaller desk usually reserved for junior associates, sat Ethan.Ethan was sixteen now. He had grown into his height, filling out the lanky frame with the lean muscle of a runner. He wore a button-down shirt that fit him properly, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing wrists that looked capable.He was typing. Fast. The sound of the mechanical keyboard was a rapid-fire staccato in the quiet room."You're typing like you're angry at the code," Liam observed, turning around."I'm not angry," Ethan said, not looking up. "I'm optimizing. The legacy database for the foundation housing grants is a mess. It's built on spaghetti code from 2015. If I don't untangle it, the scholarship disburse

  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   CHAPTER 456: THE INTERN

    The code on the monitor wasn't just text. It was a language, and right now, it was screaming.Ethan Vale-Cross sat in the bullpen of the AVA-Cross Technology Division on the twelfth floor. He was sixteen years old. He was wearing a hoodie he had bought at a thrift store in Brooklyn because he didn't want anyone to know his sneakers cost four hundred dollars. He had an ID badge clipped to his lanyard that simply said E. Cross - Summer Intern.Most people assumed he was a nephew. Or a cousin. Or a charity case.They didn't know he was the heir.And Ethan intended to keep it that way."It's a memory leak," said the Senior Engineer, a man named Patterson who had been sweating through his shirt since 9:00 AM. "It's in the kernel. We have to scrap the update.""We can't scrap it," another engineer argued. "The Tokyo integration goes live in forty-eight hours. If the logistics platform crashes, we lose real-time tracking on half the fleet."Ethan didn't speak. He adjusted his noise-canceling

  • 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

    last updateآخر تحديث : 2026-03-19

  • 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

    last updateآخر تحديث : 2026-03-18

  • 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 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,

    last updateآخر تحديث : 2026-03-18
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