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Chapter Forty
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The Lost Heiress’s Glorious Return Chapter Forty-Three
Damon’s POVThe moment her eyes met mine, something inside me split wide open. Isabella looked at me as if I were the monster she needed saving from. Suspicion sharpened her gaze, slicing right through me, but beneath it was something heavier hurt. Not the kind you could mask with anger or brush off with denial. This was the kind that burrowed deep, the kind that told me I’d lost something I didn’t know how to get back.I wanted to explain. God, I wanted to tell her I wasn’t there to scare her, that the car circling her building wasn’t her imagination, that she wasn’t safe. But the truth was written all over her face: she didn’t trust me anymore. And trust, once broken, doesn’t bend back into place. It stays jagged, sharp enough to cut if you reach for it.The worst part? I couldn’t even blame her.When Mia stepped in front of her like a shield, I felt the final nail hammer into the coffin of what we’d once been. She didn’t need me. Or worse she thought she didn’t. And maybe she was r
The Lost Heiress’s Glorious Return Chapter Forty-Two
Isabella’s POVThe photograph still lay hidden in the drawer where I shoved it hours ago, but its presence felt louder than any sound in the apartment. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it again, me standing close to Damon, smiling like I belonged to him. Like I wanted to.I hadn’t slept. The silence pressed against my chest, every creak of the old apartment magnified until I swore the walls were whispering back at me. Outside, the city lived as it always did horns in the distance, voices trailing laughter down the street. But here, in this dimly lit room with shadows stretching too far, it felt like I was the last person awake in the world.Mia noticed too. She was curled on the sofa, blanket drawn around her shoulders, the TV flickering quietly with a show neither of us was watching. Her eyes never left me. She chewed at her bottom lip like she’d been holding back words all night. Finally, she spoke.“Bella, you’ve been pacing for over an hour. What’s going on?”I froze mid-step, m
The Lost Heiress’s Glorious Return Chapter Forty-One
Damon’s POVSleep was a stranger. I hadn’t closed my eyes once since the night I caught sight of the shadow lingering near Isabella’s safehouse and the unfamiliar car prowling too close. Every time I tried to breathe past it, the image came back headlights flashing, a silhouette pausing where no one should linger.I should’ve acted. I hadn’t. And now the memory burned in me like a slow, punishing fire.And beneath it all, Kiara’s presence clung like smoke I couldn’t clear. Her perfume still lingered faintly in my apartment, a reminder of her body pressing too close, of her whispers curling in my ear: If I can’t have you, Damon, no one will.That night she’d said it like a tease, wrapped in false charm, but the echo now sounded like a promise. A threat.I pressed my palms into my eyes, sitting at the edge of the bed as the city outside carried on without me, horns blaring, motorcycles weaving, vendors calling to late stragglers. My body screamed for rest, yet my mind dragged me back to
The Lost Heiress’s Glorious Return Chapter Forty
Isabella’s POVThe apartment was too quiet. Too still.Silence weighed like a blanket pressing down on my lungs, making each breath feel borrowed. Every creak of the old building seemed amplified, every distant honk or motorcycle rumble carried through the thin walls and slammed into my skull. Even the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen seemed too loud, too sharp against the fragile stillness of the night.A streetlight outside flickered in uneven bursts, its glow spilling across the walls in jittery fragments, as if the room itself were restless, unable to stay still. The shadows shifted with every pulse of light, bending into shapes that felt almost alive, watching, waiting.Mia slept soundly in the next room or at least I told myself she did. But I couldn’t. Sleep clung to me like a stranger’s coat: heavy, suffocating, but never truly mine. My body ached for rest, yet my mind roared, circling the same dark thoughts over and over again.I paced. Back and forth. The thin carpet m
The Lost Heiress’s Glorious Return Chapter Thirty-Nine
Damon’s POVThe night air cut sharply against my skin, slicing through the haze of Kiara’s perfume that still clung to my jacket. I hated that it lingered, sweet, heavy, poisonous like an unwelcome reminder of her whispered promises. Promises meant to pull me back into her web, meant to make me forget the one woman I couldn’t seem to let go of.“If you walk out that door, Damon… I swear you’ll regret it.”Her voice rang in my head, velvet-coated and dangerous. She wanted me to forget Isabella, to let her fade into silence while Kiara wrapped herself around me again.But I couldn’t.No matter how many times I told myself I should, no matter how many nights I tried drowning Isabella out with work, Kiara, or even anger… I couldn’t. The more I tried to bury her, the deeper she carved herself into me.By the time I reached my car, my pulse was hammering too fast for reason. I yanked the door open and slid behind the wheel, gripping it hard enough that my knuckles whitened.Marcus’s last re
The Lost Heiress’s Glorious Return Chapter Thirty-Eight
Isabella’s POVThe street was quieter than it had any right to be.Mia and I walked side by side, our footsteps muffled against cracked pavement. It was late, but not so late that the city should have been this still. A faint hum of traffic buzzed in the distance, yet here, in this forgotten corner, silence ruled.I tightened my grip on the folder clutched under my arm, which had first led us here: Apartment 12-C. A single line was scrawled in the margin of my hospital file, as if someone wanted me to find it or burn in the curiosity it stirred.The building loomed ahead, half-forgotten, its brickwork blackened in patches by time and smoke. My throat tightened at the sight. Smoke. Fire. My memories tugged in jagged bursts flames licking walls, my own hands reaching for someone I couldn’t name, the crackle of wood collapsing.“Are you ready?” Mia’s voice cut through my spiraling. She looked at me, steady and grounded, her arm brushing mine as though to anchor me.“Ready or not…” My voi
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