/ Romance / The Secret Heir’s Return / Chapter 38: The Patriarch’s Summons

공유

Chapter 38: The Patriarch’s Summons

작가: Dzifa
last update 게시일: 2026-04-17 16:23:39

The envelope arrived on a Tuesday.

Isabella found it on her desk when she arrived at work creamy white paper, no return address, her name written in calligraphy so elaborate it took her a moment to decipher. Inside was a single card, embossed with the Thorn family crest.

Miss Davenport,

You are requested to attend dinner at the Thorn estate this evening at seven o'clock. Transportation will be provided. Dress formally.

A. Thorn

Isabella stared at the card, her heart pounding. Alexander Thorn. T
이 작품을 무료로 읽으실 수 있습니다
QR 코드를 스캔하여 앱을 다운로드하세요
잠긴 챕터

최신 챕터

  • The Secret Heir’s Return    Chapter 132: The Aftermath

    The morning after the confrontation, the house was heavy with silence.Isabella sat in the kitchen, a cup of coffee growing cold in her hands, her mind still churning with the events of the previous night. The slap still tingled on her palm. Genevieve's words still echoed in her ears. The look on Sebastian's face, that mixture of shame and relief, was burned into her memory.She didn't regret what she'd done.But she wondered what came next."Isabella." Sebastian appeared in the doorway, his face pale, his eyes red-rimmed. "Can we talk?"She nodded.He sat across from her, his hands clasped on the table. "I've been thinking all night. About Aurora. About Genevieve. About the mess I made.""You didn't make it alone.""I made most of it." He met her eyes. "I should have told you the truth. I should have trusted you.""Yes." Her voice was quiet. "You should have."He reached for her hand. "I'm going to fix this. I don't know how yet. But I'm going to try."Isabella looked at him, this ma

  • The Secret Heir’s Return    Chapter 131: The Explosion

    The family dinner was Genevieve's idea.Isabella had been hesitant when she received the invitation. Something about it felt wrong, too formal, too calculated, too much like a trap. But Sebastian had convinced her to come, promising it would be a chance to heal old wounds.She should have trusted her instincts.The dining room was grand, the table set with fine china and crystal, the chandelier casting golden light across the assembled guests. Isabella sat beside Sebastian, Lucas, and Lily with a sitter at home. Across the table, Genevieve smiled with practiced warmth."Isabella." Genevieve raised her glass. "Thank you for coming.""Thank you for inviting us.""I wanted to celebrate." Genevieve's smile sharpened. "Celebrate your marriage. Your happiness. Your beautiful family."Isabella's unease deepened. "That's kind of you.""Isn't it?" Genevieve set down her glass. "I know things have been complicated. But I believe in second chances. Don't you?""Of course.""Even for people who h

  • The Secret Heir’s Return    Chapter 130: The Foundation

    The morning after Genevieve's visit, Isabella woke to find a note on her pillow.Meet me in the garden.She smiled, folding the note carefully. Sebastian had been leaving her notes for weeks now, little reminders of his love, his commitment, his determination to rebuild what they'd lost.She dressed quickly and walked outside.The garden was bathed in golden light, the roses blooming, the fountain sparkling. Sebastian stood by the bench, a small box in his hands."What's this?" she asked.He knelt.Isabella's breath caught."I know I don't deserve you," he said. "I know I've made terrible mistakes. But I love you, Isabella. More than I've ever loved anyone. And I want to spend the rest of my life proving that."He opened the box.Inside was a ring, simple, elegant, a single diamond catching the morning light."Marry me," he said. "For real this time. No contracts. No arrangements. Just us."Isabella's eyes filled with tears. "Sebastian ""I know I'm asking a lot. I know I've given you

  • The Secret Heir’s Return    Chapter 129: The Healing

    The weeks after Genevieve's revelation were quiet.Isabella woke each morning to the sound of waves, to Lucas's laughter, to Lily's babbling. She worked in the garden, read stories to the children, and made pancakes on Sundays. The shelter thrived, the threats stopped, and the residents slept peacefully.But something had shifted.Sebastian was different, more present, more open, more willing to share the weight he'd been carrying. He told her about the nights he'd spent on the phone with Genevieve, talking her down from the edge. He told her about the fear, the guilt, the desperate need to protect someone who had been so broken."I didn't know if I could save her," he said one night, as they sat on the porch. "But I knew I had to try."Isabella took his hand. "You did save her.""I don't know.""I do." She squeezed his hand. "You gave her hope. You gave her a reason to keep fighting."Sebastian pulled her into his arms. "Thank you.""For what?""For believing in me." His voice cracke

  • The Secret Heir’s Return    Chapter 128: The Stranger

    The peace that settled over the house in the days after Isabella's return was fragile, like glass.Sebastian was too careful with her, she thought, as if she might shatter at any moment. He brought her coffee in the morning, left notes on her pillow, and held her hand in the dark. He was trying so hard to prove himself, to earn back the trust he'd broken.But trust, once shattered, was slow to mend."I can see you thinking," Sebastian said one evening, finding her on the porch."I can't help it.""Then let me help." He sat beside her. "Talk to me.""I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.""It won't.""How do you know?""Because I'm not going to let it." He took her hand. "I know I've given you every reason to doubt me. But I'm going to spend the rest of my life proving that I'm worth trusting."Isabella looked at him, the man who had broken her heart, who was trying so hard to put it back together."I want to believe you," she said."Then let me show you."The visitor arrived on a

  • The Secret Heir’s Return    Chapter 127: The Silence

    The car hummed softly as they sat in the darkness, the stars wheeling overhead like silent witnesses.Isabella stared at the steering wheel, her hands still gripping it even though the engine was off. Eleanor sat in the back seat, her presence calm and steady, a balm against the chaos inside her."I don't know where to go," Isabella finally said."Then don't go anywhere." Eleanor's voice was gentle. "Stay.""I can't stay." Her voice cracked. "Not after what I saw. Not after everything.""You can."Isabella turned to face her mother, the woman who had raised her, the woman who had loved her, the woman who had kept secrets to protect her."How?" she asked. "How do I stay when everything I believed in was a lie?""Because not everything was a lie." Eleanor moved to the front seat, sitting beside her. "Your love for Sebastian was real. His love for you was real. Even if he made terrible choices.""Then why did he do it?""Because he's broken." Eleanor took her hand. "Because he's spent hi

  • The Secret Heir’s Return    Chapter 72: The Confession

    Sebastian found her on the porch that evening.Isabella was sitting on the swing, watching the sun set over the ocean, her mind still reeling from Eleanor's confession. The woman who had raised her, the mother she had mourned, the mother she had found was not sick, had never been sick, and had been

  • The Secret Heir’s Return    Chapter 71: The Aftermath

    The press conference changed everything.Isabella sat in her living room, the television muted, the headlines scrolling across the screen in silent accusation. Thorn Empire Crumbles. Alexander Thorn's Dark Secrets Exposed. Family Speaks Out After Decades of Lies.Damien stood by the window, his bac

  • The Secret Heir’s Return    Chapter 70: The Secret

    The weeks that followed were a blur of grief and healing.Victoria stayed in Portland, renting a small cottage near the beach. She came to dinner every Sunday, bringing wine and stories and the kind of tentative hope that came from trying to rebuild a bridge that had been burned decades ago.Damien

  • The Secret Heir’s Return    Chapter 68: The Wedding Rehearsal

    The wedding rehearsal was held on a Friday evening, under a canopy of string lights and stars.Isabella stood at the edge of the garden, watching as Sebastian paced back and forth, his hands shaking, his face pale. Miranda was inside the house, getting ready, surrounded by her bridesmaids and her m

더보기
좋은 소설을 무료로 찾아 읽어보세요
GoodNovel 앱에서 수많은 인기 소설을 무료로 즐기세요! 마음에 드는 작품을 다운로드하고, 언제 어디서나 편하게 읽을 수 있습니다
앱에서 작품을 무료로 읽어보세요
앱에서 읽으려면 QR 코드를 스캔하세요.
DMCA.com Protection Status