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The Billionaire’s Lost Heiress chapter fifty nine:Old Flames, New Cracks
********Graduation was three weeks away, and the apartment smelled like coffee, highlighters, and the faint vanilla candle I burned when stress got too loud. I was neck-deep in thesis revisions, circuits diagrams scattered across the table like puzzle pieces. Alex had been my rock ,bringing late-night snacks, rubbing my shoulders when my neck cramped, whispering “You’re almost there, baby” until I believed it.The night he proposed properly still glowed in my chest. He’d waited until rain drummed soft against the window, then dropped to one knee in our tiny living room, the diamond ring catching every lamp light like stars trapped in metal. “Marry me after graduation,” he said, voice thick. Let’s build that life—ours, not his.*********I jumped on him before he finished, kissing him so deeply the world blurred. Tears mixed with laughter as I said yes a hundred times, hands in his hair, bodies pressing close on the couch. We made love right there—slow,his mouth mapping every inch lik
The Billionaire’s Lost Heiress chapter fifty Eight
The plea deal request landed like a grenade in our laps. Richard’s lawyer delivered it personally slick suit, no eye contact—as if handing over a poisoned gift. “Life without parole,” the terms read, “in exchange for full disclosure of offshore accounts and accomplices.” But the kicker: a private meeting with Alex. “Father and son,” the note said in Richard’s precise handwriting. One last conversation. Alex stared at the paper for a long minute, jaw clenched so tight I thought it might crack. We were in the safe house kitchen, coffee going cold between us, the weight of the trial still hanging like smoke. “He wants to twist the knife one more time,” Alex muttered finally,Get in my head maybe. “Don’t go,” I said, my hand on his arm. The scar from the graze was fading, but the memory wasn’t. “Let the feds handle him.” He looked at me, eyes stormy. “I have to. To end it. For us.” The meeting happened two days later in a federal holding cell gray walls, one-way glass, guards outside.
The Billionaire’s Lost Heiress Chapter fifty seven
The world exploded into chaos the day they caught Richard.It started with a tip anonymous, probably from one of his crumbling inner circle. Feds swarmed a private yacht off the Florida Keys at dawn, helicopters chopping the air, spotlights cutting through the fog like judgment. He didn’t run. Didn’t fight. Just stood on the deck in a silk robe, scotch in hand, smiling that sharp, silver-haired smile as they cuffed him. “Took you long enough,” he said, voice calm as if inviting them for drinks.By noon, the media circus was in full swing. Reporters camped outside our safe house like vultures, cameras flashing through the blinds, shouting questions that echoed in my nightmares: “Clara, how does it feel to face your almost-father-in-law?” “Alex, will you testify against the man who raised you?” Vans with satellite dishes clogged the street; helicopters buzzed overhead. We couldn’t step outside without shields of dark-suited agents. Social media erupted,hashtags like #RobertDownfall and
The Billionaire’s Lost Heiress chapter fifty six
Days blurred after the hospital discharge, but life didn't wait for wounds to heal. Alex came home with me to the safe house, his shoulder stiff and bandaged, moving like every step pulled at invisible strings. The doctors said he'd be fine in a few weeks ,no permanent damage, just rest and painkillers. But watching him wince when he reached for a coffee mug or shifted in bed twisted something deep in my chest. He was alive. We were alive. That was the mantra I whispered to myself every morning, staring at the ring on my finger our promise etched in platinum.And Gosh i so love him deeply. I went back to the café the next day. Stubborn, maybe. Stupid, Alex called it, arguing over breakfast until his voice cracked with worry. "Stay home. Let me handle things." But I couldn't. The crash had taken so much my Dad, Liam, but it hadn't taken my fight. Dad always said, "Build something, Clara. Even if it's small. Even if it hurts." And Liam... God, Liam would've laughed at me hiding, he is
The Billionaire’s Lost Heiress Chapter fifty five
The hospital room felt like a cage, it brought back memories of the crash it has sterile walls closing in under the hum of fluorescent lights. Alex lay propped against pillows, his shoulder wrapped in fresh gauze, the faint scent of antiseptic clinging to his skin. He’d been shot—grazed, the doctors said but the painkillers dulled the edge, leaving him sharp-eyed and restless. I sat beside him, my hand in his, thumb tracing lazy circles on his palm. It was our quiet ritual, a reminder that we were still here, still fighting. A soft knock pulled us from the silence. Bella stood in the doorway, a vision of false sympathy. Her hair fell in perfect waves, makeup subtle but flawless, a bouquet of white lilies clutched in her manicured hands. She looked like she’d stepped from a sympathy card—concerned, innocent, the girl who once pretended to be my friend. “Oh, Alex,” she breathed, stepping inside without invitation. Her eyes flicked to me for a split second, then back to him, widen
The Billionaire’s Lost Heiress Chapter fifty four
I wake tangled in Alex’s arms, his breath was so warm on my neck, body heavy with sleep. The safe house is quiet except for the distant hum of city traffic. Moonlight filters through the blinds, striping the bed in silver. For a second, I forget i was a langford ,i forget about the photos, the betrayal, the endless chase. Then it crashes back: Mom’s words in black text, I love you more than I ever loved him. I slip out of bed carefully, not wanting to wake him. My feet hit the cold floor, and I pad to the kitchen, phone charging on the counter. The cracked screen stares up at me like an accusation. I don’t touch it. Instead, I pour water, hands shaking, and stare out the window at the empty street below, feeling so empty this wasn’t what dad expected of me,I should be strong for them to unmask everything behind his death and re claim my inheritance. Arms wrap around me from behind. Alex. He presses against my back, chin on my shoulder. “Couldn’t sleep?” His voice is rough w
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