All Chapters of The Heiress and the Four Brothers: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

BECKDamon didn’t come home last night. By two in the morning, there was still no trace of his shoes in the hallway, no familiar sound of his door being slammed carelessly, no cheap tobacco smell from his leather jacket.And I knew why. Because I saw him last night.Damon pulled Sera into the corner of a dark hallway, a spot everyone ignored because the jazz music was playing and everyone was busy raising their glasses for Ace. But I always knew where Sera’s eyes went that night, even when she pretended she didn’t.I was standing there, in the shadow of the chandelier, holding a glass of something non-alcoholic. My eyes just happened to sweep in their direction.There was an intensity there. Words I couldn’t hear clearly but could feel. And then, a kiss that was rough and desperate, like a man who knows he’s losing the only good thing in his life and is too much of a coward to let go peacefully.What drove me half-mad was the fact that Sera didn’t push him away immediately.For a sec

CALThe hallway was quiet when Sera’s door opened. My body reacted before my mind had time to catch up. “Sera.”She looked up fast, startled for a second, then asked right away, “Any news? About Damon?” Her voice was rough, full of hope, like that was the only thing that mattered this morning.“Not yet,” I said quietly.She exhaled, shoulders falling. Disappointed. Her hand rubbed her arm, like she was grounding herself. “Did Beck say anything?” I asked. “Maybe he knows where Damon went.”She shook her head. “I didn’t ask. Beck—apparently he wasn’t okay last night.” There was a small pause before she added softly, “So, I stayed with him.”I froze for half a second. It hit me right in the chest, but I swallowed it down, forcing a small nod like I understood. “I see.” My voice came out almost flat. The words I really wanted to say—that I was falling apart too, that I also wanted to be held like that—stayed unspoken, trapped somewhere between my ribs.In her eyes I probably wasn’t the

SERAI woke up slowly, still half-dreaming, still wanting to stay adrift. For a few seconds, I couldn’t remember where I was. Then my eyes found something too beautiful to make sense of: Beck sitting on the floor, resting his chin on the edge of the couch, looking at me like he needed to make sure I was real.His hair was a mess, a smear of dry paint marked his neck, and a faint blue line streaked across his cheek. He looked like someone completely unaware of how distractingly beautiful he was—and maybe that was exactly what made him so.“Am I in heaven or something?” I mumbled, dazed.He let out a soft chuckle. “Pretty close.”I stretched lazily, noticing my laptop still open on the coffee table and a thin blanket draped over my legs. “What time is it?”“Almost sunset,” he said, brushing a thumb along my cheek. “You passed out in the middle of your world domination plan, by the way.”I groaned. “And you just let me sleep?”“You looked peaceful,” he said gently. His gaze lingered on m

CAL“It’s always like that, isn’t it? The higher you go, the quieter it gets.”I watched her for a few seconds. The night wind was starting to cut through my coat, but somehow it felt grounding instead of cold. I let out a slow breath, eyes lowering to the metal cup in my hands, now cooling fast.Sera was still staring at the view below, though I could feel her gaze drifting to me every now and then.“Sera,” I said at last.She turned toward me calmly, as if she’d been waiting for me to speak.“There’s a reason I brought you up here.”“Okay,” she murmured. “I’m listening.”I lowered my eyes, thumb brushing the rim of the cup. “I’ve been … seeing a therapist. For the last two years. Because I wasn’t well.”She didn’t look surprised. If anything, her expression softened like she’d been expecting me to say it.I let out a dry, crooked smile. “You already knew, didn’t you?”A small nod.“Who told you?”“No one,” she answered honestly. “I just … assumed. A few times, maybe.” A pause. “Are

ACEFour days.Four days of an unsettling silence—one that even walls this thick couldn’t swallow.Sera tried to hide her restlessness behind polite smiles and casual conversations, as if her mind were stuck in a meeting room or a library somewhere. As if she thought I wouldn’t notice the way her eyes lingered just a second too long on every door, or how her head snapped up too quickly whenever an engine echoed in the courtyard. And the most obvious part: for four nights now, her bedroom had been empty.Because she was sleeping in Damon’s room.I knew without asking. The rhythm of her footsteps, the doors she left ajar, even the faint trace of her perfume lingering in the west wing corridor. She was waiting for Damon. And I