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Chapter 97: Afterparty
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Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride CHAPTER 415: THE REOPENING
The penthouse had turned into a waiting room again.But this time, they weren't waiting for a baby or a verdict or a stock price. They were waiting for a ghost to speak.Aurora sat in the study. The screens on the wall were dark, except for one. It showed a secure feed from a lab in Quantico. Not a live video—that wasn't allowed—but a status dashboard Agent Rivera had granted them access to.CASE ID: 2004-VALE-HAMPTONS.STATUS: EVIDENCE PROCESSING.ITEM 4B: CHARRED TIMBER SECTION.ITEM 9A: SOIL SAMPLE (PRESERVED).It had been seventy-two hours since they handed over the ring. Seventy-two hours of silence.Aurora wasn't pacing. She wasn't crying. She was sitting in Liam’s leather chair, her hands folded on the desk, watching the cursor blink.She felt like she was standing on the edge of a construction site where the demolition charges had been set but the detonator had jammed. The explosion was coming. She just didn't know if it would clear the ground or bury her."Aurora?"Liam walke
Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride CHAPTER 414: OPENING THE CASE
The fluorescent lights in the FBI field office hummed with a sound that felt like a drill against Liam’s molars.He sat on a hard plastic chair that was bolted to the floor. The table in front of him was gray laminate, scarred by decades of handcuffs and nervous fingernails. It was the same table where they had played the recording of Ethan’s bravery months ago.That day, the room had felt like a victory lap. Today, it felt like a morgue.Aurora sat next to him. She wasn't vibrating with the frantic energy of the breakdown anymore. She was perfectly, terrifyingly still. She wore the black turtleneck like a cassock. Her hands were folded on the table, resting on top of a clear plastic evidence bag.Inside the bag, the scorched gold ring looked like a piece of shrapnel.Agent Rivera walked in. She carried two coffees in Styrofoam cups. She looked tired—the kind of tired that comes from chasing ghosts who have better lawyers than you do."Mr. Cross," she said, setting the coffees down. "
Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride CHAPTER 413: THE LINE
The kitchen was bright. Brutally, insolently bright.The morning sun reflected off the stainless steel appliances and the white marble island, creating a glare that made Liam squint. But he didn't look away from his wife.Aurora stood by the espresso machine. She was wearing the black turtleneck and trousers she had changed into—the uniform of an executioner. Her hands were steady as she reached for her car keys on the counter."I'm going to find her," she said again. Her voice was flat. It had no bottom. "And I'm going to kill her."It wasn't a threat. It was a schedule. A blueprint.Liam didn't jump up. He didn't block the door. He didn't shout.He pulled out a barstool and sat down.He folded his hands on the cold marble. He looked at the keys. He looked at her."Sit down, Aurora," he said."I'm leaving, Liam.""You're leaving," he agreed. "But not yet. Sit down."She hesitated. Her hand hovered over the keys. The scorched gold ring on her pinky finger caught the light—a dull, ugly
Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride CHAPTER 412: THE COLD MORNING
The light in the room was wrong.It wasn't the soft, amber glow of evening. It was the hard, flat gray of a late afternoon that had given up on the sun.Aurora opened her eyes.She didn't gasp. She didn't flinch. She simply transitioned from unconsciousness to consciousness with the click of a shutter.The ceiling was the same. The crown molding. The recessed lights.But she was different.She lay perfectly still under the heavy down duvet. Her body felt heavy, weighted by the sedative Dr. Aris had prescribed over the phone—a chemical blanket thrown over a fire. The fire was out now.The heat was gone. The screaming rage that had torn through her throat eighteen hours ago had evaporated, leaving behind a landscape of absolute zero.She flexed her fingers. They were stiff. Her right hand ached. She opened it.The ring was gone.She sat up. Her head swam—a momentary vertigo from the drugs—but she steadied herself. She looked at the nightstand.There it was.The gold band. Scorched. Blac
Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride CHAPTER 411: THE DESTRUCTION
The scream didn't stop.It didn't taper off into a sob. It didn't break into a whimper. It just kept going, a continuous, tearing sound that shredded the lining of Aurora’s throat and filled the penthouse with the frequency of absolute ruin.She wasn't screaming because she was sad. She was screaming because the world she lived in—the world of gravity, logic, and cause-and-effect—had just been incinerated.I killed them.The note on the table wasn't paper anymore. It was fire.Aurora grabbed the heavy crystal vase in the center of the table—white roses, innocent, stupid roses—and she threw it.It didn't just fall. It flew. It smashed into the mirrored wall of the dining room, exploding in a shower of glass, water, and petals. The sound of the crash was satisfying. It was the only thing that made sense."Aurora!" Liam’s voice was a distant roar, underwater.She didn't look at him. She looked at the room.The perfect, curated, architectural life she had built. The herringbone floors. Th
Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride CHAPTER 410: THE RING
The penthouse was quiet, suspended in the amber hush of evening that felt less like peace and more like a held breath.Aurora sat at the dining room table. In front of her, a legal pad was filled with notes. Interview Prep. Timeline. Themes.She had written "Survival" at the top of the page and underlined it three times. Tomorrow, she would sit down with Diane Sawyer again. Tomorrow, she would tell the story of the last ten years—the depression, the recovery, the lawsuit, the victory. She would frame it as a triumph. She would wear white. She would smile.She picked up her Montblanc pen. She felt... ready.For the first time in a decade, the narrative belonged to her. Isabella Voss was a footnote. A cautionary tale in an orange jumpsuit.Ding-dong.The doorbell chimed.Aurora frowned. It was 8:30 PM. Too late for deliveries. Too early for Marcus, who was coming over later to review the security for the interview."Liam?" she called out."In the nursery!" Liam shouted back. "Hope won't
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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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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The "robot arm" was a hit. Ethan had spent the entire car ride home explaining the various functionalities of his blue cast. It could block lasers. It could smash rocks. It was, apparently, better than a regular arm in every conceivable way. By the time they reached the penthouse, the trauma of
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