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Chapter Seventeen
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Isabella's POVThe scent of cinnamon and vanilla filled the apartment—like a memory trying to find its way home.I stood at the kitchen counter, sleeves rolled up, flour dusting my wrists, the oven humming in the background. A batch of hazelnut toffee cookies sat cooling near the edge, golden and crisp, while another tray baked inside. Beside me, the open folder of clues and Mia’s old recipe notebook created a strange contrast—one sweet, the other unsettling.I was trying to stay grounded.Trying to stay present.But my thoughts kept circling back to the voice on the phone—the smooth, unnerving calm of a woman who had known me too well.“Why did you run away again?”Again.I reached for my phone, fingers sticky with sugar. My thumb hovered over the call log. One missed call. No caller ID. I clicked it anyway and hit “Redial.”Nothing.Silence, followed by a shrill beep, and then the robotic voice: “The number you have dialed is not in service. Please check the number and try again.”M
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Damon’s POVThe ocean air smelled like a promise I wasn’t sure I believed in.I leaned back against the lounge chair on the terrace, drink sweating in my hand, watching the sun bleed into the sea. Everything was perfect. Or at least it looked that way.Kiara had outdone herself with the vacation. Five-star resort tucked away on the cliffs of Cape Haven. Infinity pools. A private beach. Sunrise yoga she claimed was “healing for the spirit.” We’d only been here a few days, but I could already see the plan behind her smile—start fresh, rekindle what we had, wipe Isabella from my bloodstream like she was just a phase I’d grown out of.Maybe I wanted to believe it.Maybe that was the whole point of being here.When we arrived, I told myself it was for the best—that losing the hospital report was a sign. That maybe it meant I should stop digging and finally close the door on whatever was left of her.I tried. God, I tried.I permitted myself to forget.To focus on work. On the future. On Ki
The Lost Heiress’s Glorious Return Chapter Seventeen
Isabella's POVMorning came slowly, stretching pale streaks of light across the apartment ceiling like it was unsure whether to fully arrive. I lay still, watching shadows move gently with the breeze, feeling the silence press around me.But something was different. Not the silence itself. Me.I wasn’t afraid of the quiet anymore.I pushed the covers off, padded barefoot into the small kitchen, and reached for the kettle. The familiar routine—tea, toast, trying not to overthink—had become a comfort. But today, the rhythm wasn’t enough. There was a tug inside me, sharp and persistent.I needed answers.I needed a plan.As the kettle hissed to life, I sat down at the table and pulled my laptop closer. My hands hesitated above the keyboard for a second before I typed:“How to verify the source of a hospital report.”Search results flooded the screen—legal blogs, health forums, and articles about falsified documents. My stomach knotted tighter with each click. I didn’t have the full repor
The Lost Heiress’s Glorious Return Chapter Sixteen
Kiara’s POVI’ve never believed in waiting.Waiting is for women who don’t know what they want. For fools who think love is a favor to be returned. But love is war. And war is won by action.Damon barely touched his coffee this morning.It sat cold on the kitchen counter, untouched—just like me.I watched him from the doorway, arms crossed, my silk robe loose enough to remind him of what we’d shared. What he’d already forgotten.He stood by the window, jaw clenched, phone in hand. No words, no good morning, no smile. Just silence, and that faraway look that always meant one thing.Her.Again.It was like every time I got close to him, the ghost of Isabella slithered between us. A name he didn’t speak aloud anymore, but one I could feel pulsing under his skin.And I was tired of being the afterthought.That’s why I’ve always moved first.Tonight, I lay curled beneath the plush blanket in Damon’s penthouse, the soft flicker of candles casting shadows across the room. My wrist draped dra
The Lost Heiress’s Glorious Return Chapter Fifteen
Damon’s POVI jolted upright in bed, chest rising and falling with shallow, ragged breaths.The sound of glass shattering still rang in my ears—but the apartment was silent. No movement. No broken wineglass on the floor. No smoke curling under the door. Just the echo of a dream that felt too real.In it, Isabella had been walking down a corridor of mirrors. Each pane reflected a version of her I couldn’t hold—some younger, some older. One bruised. One burning. One laughing with eyes that didn’t match her smile. I tried to follow her, my hands reaching—but every mirror shattered when I touched it. All I could hear was her voice, calling my name through the smoke.Then silence.Now darkness.I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes, trying to erase what I’d seen. But it clung to me like soot.My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Just a calendar reminder. A board meeting at ten. Another investor call. Another hour of pretending I wasn’t unraveling.I got out of bed, feet dragging as I
The Lost Heiress’s Glorious Return Chapter Fourteen
POV: IsabellaThe morning light spilled in through the blinds, warm and golden—but it did nothing to chase the chill crawling under my skin.I sat at the edge of the bed, the photograph between my fingers. Black and white. Slightly curved at the edges. My reflection caught in the glass of a café window, mid-step, head turned slightly as if I’d felt something. Inside the window—a man. His face was obscured by the glare, but the direction of his gaze was clear.Straight at me.My breath had caught when I first saw it. Now, I couldn’t look away.It hadn’t been a dream. He was there. Not just in my nightmares. Not just in the smoke. Not just in my broken memories.The photo was real. The man was real.“Someone’s trying to show me something,” I whispered, staring down at it. “But I don’t know what.”I didn’t show Mia. Not yet. I couldn’t. Saying it aloud might make it all too real. And some part of me wasn’t ready for that—not yet.Instead, I tucked the photo back into my bag and stood up,
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