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The Billionaire’s Lost Heiress ninety nine
One year later.The house smells like vanilla cake and fresh flowers. Balloons are everywhere — gold, white, soft blue because apparently Alexander believes first birthdays should look like royal coronations.**********Baby Liam is sitting on the grass in the garden, smearing frosting all over his little tuxedo onesie like he owns the world. Which, honestly, he kinda does.Clara stands a few feet away, heels kicked off, holding a glass of champagne she hasn’t touched. She’s watching her son laugh — that deep belly giggle that makes his eyes squeeze shut — and for a second, everything just feels… still.Peaceful, and earned.It wasn’t always like this.A year ago, she was fighting for her life. Fighting for her company. Fighting for her child before he even took his first breath.Now?Now she’s CEO of Langford Group — and not the cold, iron-fist version people expected. She leads with balance. With empathy. She rebuilt the company brick by brick, cleaned out the corruption,
The Billionaire’s Lost Heiress ninety Eight
When Clara opened her eyes, everything felt heavy.Like her body had run a marathon without asking her permission.The lights above her were softer than she expected. The air smelled like antiseptic and something clean. She blinked slowly, trying to remember where she was.The last thing she remembered was gunshots at her wedding and her water broke.She tried to move and immediately felt the weakness in her limbs. Her throat was dry. Her voice barely came out.“Alex…”He was there instantly.He must have been watching her the whole time because he stood up so fast the chair behind him scraped against the floor.“I’m here. I’m right here babygirl.His face looked wrecked. Eyes red. Beard slightly messy. Still in that wrinkled wedding suit.She tried to read his expression.“Is…?” She couldn’t even finish the sentence.He didn’t make her.He turned carefully and nodded toward the nurse standing nearby.“Bring him.”Her breath caught, her eyes began to water immediately.The nur
The Billionaire’s Lost Heiress ninety Eight
“Alex… the baby…” Clara cried out Her voice wasn’t loud. It was worse than loud, it was very scary. And that was what shattered him. Another contraction ripped through her and she cried out, He caught her before she hit the marble floor, his white wedding jacket instantly stained where her body pressed against him. ********** “Call an ambulance!” someone screamed. “I already did!” Kacey yelled back, her voice shaking for the first time since Clara had known her. Eleanor was frozen for half a second. Then she moved, gripping Clara’s hand. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Breathe. Just breathe.” Clara’s fingers dug into Alex’s arm so hard he felt the sting through the fabric. “It hurts—” “I know. I know,” he kept saying, even though he didn’t know anything. His brain was static. His heart was beating so violently he could hear it in his ears. Sirens wailed in the distance. Guests were ushered out. Police still lingering. The wedding hall that had been filled with music
The Billionaire’s Lost Heiress ninety six
********** The sun slanted low across the horizon, painting the wedding hall in gold and rose. Every detail gleamed—the velvet ribbons on the chairs, the cascading floral arrangements, the soft sound of the string quartet tucked in the corner. Guests whispered in excitement, their faces bright, unaware of the storm that had been brewing just outside the manicured gates. Clara Langford stepped into the aisle, her heart hammering in rhythm with the soft music. She felt the silk of her gown brush against her thighs, the lace hugging her like a whisper of protection. Every step was deliberate, measured, but inside, she was shaking like the first time she’d ever walked into a boardroom and held the weight of her father’s empire on her shoulders. Only this time… this time it was different. She wasn’t walking alone. Eleanor’s hand trembled against her cheek as she dabbed at the tears brimming in her eyes. “My baby… my beautiful girl,” she whispered, voice breaking, “look at you.” Cla
The Billionaire’s Lost Heiress ninety five
Alexander Robert should’ve known better. The moment Marcus texted, “Bro, wear something decent tonight. We’re kidnapping you.” He should’ve suspected chaos. But he didn’t. He thought maybe a quiet dinner. Maybe cigars. Maybe some embarrassing speeches about how he used to be a menace in college. He did not expect flashing the pounding bass that shook his bones, and a VIP section screaming his name like he’d just won a championship. ********* “WELCOME TO FREEDOM!” Leo yelled as they shoved him through the doors of an exclusive underground club. Alex blinked at the scene. Bottle service. Music loud enough to erase brain cells. Women dancing on elevated platforms. His friends grinning like absolute idiots. “You’re getting married in five days dude” Marcus shouted over the music. “This is your last night as a free man!” ******** Alex laughed despite himself. “I haven’t been free since Clara walked into my life.” “Shut up,” Damien said. “Tonight you’re single
The Billionaire’s Lost Heiress CHAPTER 94 – Ghosts Don’t Stay Buried
Kacey didn’t knock.She never knocked.The front door flew open like the house belonged to her and she stormed in still in her work heels, sunglasses perched dramatically on her head.**********“Bridezilla!” she shouted. “Where are you? Put on a bra, we’re going dress shopping babygirl, my friendship.Clara’s laugh echoed from the living room. “First of all, I am wearing a bra. Second of all, why are you yelling like the paparazzi are outside?”“Because,” Kacey said, dropping her bag on the console table, “if I don’t drag you out of this house right now, you’re going to sit here being all responsible and glowing and pregnant and emotional. We need chaos. We need lace. We need dramatic veils.”Clara appeared at the top of the staircase, one hand on her hip, the other resting lightly over her stomach. She looked soft these days, never fragile — but softer. Pregnancy had added this glow to her skin that made her look like she was lit from the inside.Alexander Robert stood right behind
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