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DeeShineDear readers, Welcome to The Lost Heiress’s Glorious Return! I’m so excited to finally share this story with you. This book is a journey of rediscovery, buried truths, and the fire that comes from reclaiming one’s power. Every chapter was written with emotion, intention, and the hope that someone out there would connect with these characters as deeply as I have. If you enjoy stories filled with mystery, second chances, strong female leads, and unexpected twists, you’re in for a ride. Isabella’s journey is just beginning — and I promise, it’s far from ordinary. 💬 I’d love to hear from you in the comments. Let me know your thoughts, theories, and favorite moments as the chapters unfold! Thank you for giving this story a chance. Your support, likes, and kind words mean more than you know. With love, DeeShine
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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-Seven
Kiara’s POVThe city slept. But I was already at war. Even at this hour, lights spilled across the skyline, a restless pulse of life below. From my apartment window, I could see the glow stretch endlessly, cars slicing through the night like veins of fire. But none of it touched me. None of it reached the storm that churned in my chest.I sat on the edge of the couch, glass of wine balanced loosely in my hand, the deep red liquid catching the light. I swirled it slowly, staring at the spiral it formed before lifting it to my lips. It tasted like nothing. Bitter, flat. Just like everything else lately.Damon.His name was a constant, echoing in my head whether I wanted it there or not. Damon pacing his office, Damon shutting me out with clipped words, Damon looking at me like I was an inconvenience. Seven years ago, I hadn’t just been in his world I had been his world. The first, the only. The one he couldn’t let go of.And then she had come. Isabella.I tilted my head back, closing my
The Lost Heiress’s Glorious Return Chapter Thirty-Six
Damon’s POVSeveral days of rest hadn’t cleared my head. The office buzzed with life phones ringing, keyboards clattering, papers shifting but my mind was elsewhere. I leaned back in my chair, fingers drumming against the polished desk, eyes skimming the spreadsheet in front of me though nothing registered. The numbers blurred, meaningless. All I saw was the photograph Marcus had sent.Isabella. Walking through the city streets. Alone.I replayed it until the image blurred, memorizing the tilt of her head, the sweep of her hair, even the shadow that followed her. Each detail etched itself into my memory. My chest tightened, a cocktail of obsession, unease, and the tiniest thread of fear. Someone had sent me that image. Someone wanted me to see her. But why? Was it a warning, a test, or a trap designed to manipulate my next move?I stood abruptly, pacing my office, boots clicking against the floor. My muscles still ached, bruises etched across my chest and ribs like a stubborn map of p
The Lost Heiress’s Glorious Return Chapter Thirty-Five
Isabella’s POVThe moment the door of Mia’s apartment clicked shut behind me, a shiver ran down my spine. Adrenaline still pulsed through my veins, a stubborn reminder that the encounter earlier had been anything but ordinary. I clutched the paper—the second address—tight in my hand. Proof of the trail, yet caution threaded through every thought.The woman I’d met had seemed calm, composed, utterly in control. But her warning carried a weight that pressed against my chest: “Marie Leigh is a name you shouldn’t trust.”The name lingered like smoke, intangible yet suffocating, teasing at the edges of memories I still couldn’t grasp. I sank into the living room sofa, the cushions absorbing tension I could no longer contain. Every detail from the apartment—the hallway, the faint scent of something floral edged with metal—replayed in my mind with unfair clarity.I exhaled slowly, grounding myself. I had survived this encounter. I wasn’t running anymore. But that didn’t mean I could afford c
The Lost Heiress’s Glorious Return Chapter Thirty-Four
Kiara’s POVI woke before dawn, the penthouse silent except for the faint hum of the city far below. Sleep had abandoned me hours ago, leaving my thoughts restless and sharpened like knives. My body curled beneath the covers, yet my mind ran circles, replaying every moment from the past twenty-four hours. The intrusion. The audacity. Isabella was standing in Damon’s hospital room, calm, composed, as if she belonged there.Belonged. That word burned on my tongue. Belonged. Not me. Never me.I traced my fingers along the cool edge of the glass coffee table. My reflection stared back at me from the windowpane, pale in the early light. I pressed my palm against the glass and imagined it was his—Damon’s. The one that had once been mine to hold, mine to command, mine to love without contest. And now, it wasn’t.I wasn’t the woman he had first met seven years ago, either. Time had shaped me, honed me, sharpened my instincts. But Isabella… Isabella had walked into our lives and turned everyth
The Lost Heiress’s Glorious Return Chapter Thirty-Three
Isabella's POVThe address glowed on my phone screen like a dare. I stared at it, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. The sender was unknown, the number untraceable, yet the message was unmistakably directed at me. Come here. Alone.My first instinct was disbelief. It could be a trap. Someone could be watching. Someone could be waiting. And yet, somewhere deep in the pit of my chest, determination sparked. Whoever had sent this underestimated me. I wasn’t the same woman I had been eight years ago. I wasn’t running anymore.Mia’s voice broke through the haze of my thoughts. “You’ve been staring at that for ten minutes, Isabella. What’s the verdict?”I swallowed, my fingers tightening around the phone. “It’s… an address. They want me to go. Alone.”Her brow furrowed. “Alone? That’s—dangerous.”“Dangerous is relative,” I muttered, more to myself than to her. “If I don’t go, I’ll never know anything. Not about her… not about me.”Mia exhaled, but her eyes didn’t waver fr
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