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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
The Billionaire’s Lost Heiress chapter fifty three
I’m walking out of the café after my late shift, apron still crumpled in my bag, breath visible in the cold night air. Alex is parked at the curb, engine running, headlights cutting through the dark. He leans against the door, scanning the street like always beautiful, tense, mine. My phone buzzes in my pocket. From an unknown number:I almost ignore it. Too many false alarms these days. But something makes me stop under the awning, thumb swiping open. Three photos load, one after another. The first: my mother Eleanor, laughing in a candlelit restaurant. Her hand on Richard’s arm. His eyes on her like she’s the only thing in the room. The second: them in a hotel bed, sheets tangled, her head on his chest. Timestamp burned in the corner—two months before the plane crash. The third: an email screenshot. From Eleanor to Richard. I can’t wait anymore Richy. Once Edward signs the papers and the Dubai deal collapses, we’ll have everything. The money, the freedom. I’ll leave him. We
The Billionaire’s Lost Heiress Chapter fifty two
The manhunt for Richard Robert makes headlines for a week straight. FBI. Interpol. Frozen assets. Raids on his offices, his homes, his mistresses’ apartments. His face,sharp, silver-haired, that practiced smile—stares out from every screen, labeled “Armed and Dangerous: Wanted for Corporate Espionage, Conspiracy to Commit Murder.” But he’s smoke. No sightings. No credit card pings. No jet trails. Just silence that feels like a held breath. Alex and I stay in the safe house another five days, jumping at every car backfire, every shadow past the window. He paces like a caged animal, gun always within reach, eyes bloodshot from watching security feeds. I pretend to sleep, but mostly I lie awake listening to his breathing, feeling the weight of the ring on my finger like an anchor and a target at once. On the sixth morning, I make the decision. “I’m going back to campus.” Alex freezes mid-coffee pour,No, not with everything going on. “Yes.” My voice is steadier than I feel. Final
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