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Chapter Six
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The Lost Heiress’s Glorious Return Chapter Seven
Isabella’s POVMia showed up just like she promised—twenty minutes after the call that changed everything. She didn’t ask me anything. She simply opened the car door, and I got in.I was grateful for that—for the silence, for the kindness that didn’t demand answers. My bag sat heavy on my lap, a reminder that everything I owned now fit into one compartment. The motel behind me blurred into the past, just another place I didn’t belong.She drove like she always had, one hand on the steering wheel, the other occasionally reaching for the radio dial. The familiar hum of an old R&B song played softly in the background. I looked out the window, letting the music fill in all the gaps I didn’t have the words for.The sun was still low, casting a soft gold across the trees lining the road. I didn’t ask where we were going. I didn’t care. Anywhere that wasn’t tied to Damon, to that house, to those memories that now felt like lies—was far enough.“I made up the guest room for you,” Mia said fin
The Lost Heiress’s Glorious Return Chapter Six
Damon’s POVI didn’t sleep. Not a damn second.The night dragged on while Kiara slept beside me, unaware of the storm unraveling inside me.The glow of my phone screen cast shadows over my face as I stared at the medical report for what felt like the hundredth time, searching for answers that never came.This wasn’t like the other mysteries I’d faced in my life—this one felt personal. Suffocating. Isabella had always been a puzzle, but I thought I’d figured her out.Now, I wasn’t sure I ever really knew her at all.The robotic voice from that call kept ringing in my head: Check your email. I had. And what I found had split my reality in two.Her medical report wasn’t just a document—it was a doorway into a life I never knew she’d lived. Trauma. Amnesia. Pain that predated me.A past wrapped in fire and silence.And the line that haunted me most:“She forgot the fire. But the fire never forgot her.”It was chilling. And it made everything feel like a lie—or at least a carefully constru
The Lost Heiress’s Glorious Return Chapter Five
Isabella’s POVI moved to a motel after I left the house. Not because I wanted to—but because I had nowhere else to go.The silence in the motel room stretched between me and the faded walls, almost insulting in its weight—like it was daring me to break.I sat on the edge of the bed, my body stiff and fragile, as if the slightest movement might shatter everything inside me. The air smelled stale—old furniture and cheap cleaning spray, the kind that never quite masks the ache of forgotten memories. The curtains, yellowed and thin, filtered the late afternoon light into a dull orange haze. It should’ve felt like a fresh start.It didn’t.My suitcase sat zipped in the corner, staring back at me like a silent judge. I left the house three hours ago. I should’ve cried. I should’ve screamed. Instead, I just walked away.I hugged my knees to my chest and stared at the blank wall. My phone lay facedown beside me, the screen dark. I didn’t want to see it—not after the message that ended everyt
The Lost Heiress’s Glorious Return Chapter Four
Damon’s POVThe silence in our new apartment struck me harder than any confrontation ever could. The space felt empty, clinically sterile—luxurious, but devoid of warmth. Kiara and I had moved here after I asked Isabella to leave the marital home. But no amount of marble counters or polished floors made it feel like home.“It’s a fresh start,” Kiara had said. “A clean slate.”To me, it felt more like an echo chamber.This wasn’t my sanctuary. It wasn’t hers either. It was just a placeholder—an existential waiting room until Isabella officially moved out, and Kiara fully settled in.Kiara flitted around the place as if she owned it: rearranging books by color, switching my coffee ritual, switching furniture according to her preference. Everything she did screamed familiarity—too familiar, like she was trying to rewrite history. The apartment echoed with her laughter, her voice when she sang in the shower. But none of it reached me. It only underscored what had been lost.One morning, a
The Lost Heiress’s Glorious Return Chapter Three
Isabella’s POVEventually, I left the motel and returned home—though it didn’t feel like home anymore.I had been home for days. Alone.The kind of alone that gnawed at the bones, that made silence feel like a scream.Since walking out of Damon’s office, I hadn’t spoken to anyone. Not Mia. Not even the woman in the mirror. The divorce papers were signed. The ring I once wore so proudly was tucked away—like a wound I wasn’t ready to look at. I had severed the final thread, the one tying me to a life I thought would be mine forever.And still, I felt anything but free.The silence in the house was cruel. Not peaceful. Not healing. It mocked me with every creak of the floorboard, every drip from the leaky faucet in the kitchen. Every sound was a memory clawing its way back. The walls whispered his name. The couch still held the shape of us—curled together during movie nights that ended in laughter and kisses. Now, it just held me. Hollow.I sat on the edge of that same couch, clinging to
The Lost Heiress’s Glorious Return Chapter Two: The Hollow Choice
Damon’s POVThe moment the door shut behind Isabella, silence swallowed the room. The only sound left was the soft click of her heels echoing in my head—and the words she left behind.“You’ll get exactly what you deserve.”I stood at the window, eyes locked on the city beyond the glass. Below, cars streamed like restless ants and people bustled through their evening rush, unaware that my world had just fractured. The skyline looked the same. But inside me, everything had shifted. Colder. Emptier. Like something vital had slipped out of reach, and I hadn’t noticed until it was gone.The divorce papers on my desk still carried the warmth of her hand. I stared at the ink where she had signed her name—shaky but unmistakable. Final. Binding. I told myself this was what I wanted: an end. A clean break. Freedom.After all, Kiara was back. The woman I once thought had taken a piece of my heart when she left. With her return came a promise of renewal. Of fire. Of desire that never really burne
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