Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rise Of The Heiress : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The grand chandelier above cast a warm glow on the glittering ballroom, a stark contrast to the icy storm raging inside Isabella Laurent's chest. Her fingers clutched the crystal glass of champagne so tightly that she feared it might shatter. Yet, the physical pain would pale in comparison to the anguish tearing her apart.Her boyfriend, no, her ex-boyfriend, Ryan, stood in the center of the room, his arm dropped possessively around a woman who radiated smugness. The woman's designer gown sparkled almost as brightly as her malicious smile. "Don't you think I'm totally out of your league now?" Ryan's words echoed in Isabella's mind, each syllable driving another dagger into her heart. She couldn't move, she couldn't breathe. How had it come to this? Just months ago, they had been partners in every sense of the word. She had sacrificed everything for him: her wealth, her status, her family. She had believed in him when no one else did. She had built his empire with her own hands. An

The night was colder than I expected as I stepped out of Blackwood Tower, the weight of the proposition Alexander had laid before me still heavy on my shoulders. His words echoed in my mind: "Revenge." The allure of it pulsed through me, awakening something deep inside that had long since been buried beneath the hurt. I had been broken, humiliated, but now? Now, I was ready to take back what was mine. The city streets were bathed in a soft, golden light, the hustle and bustle of late-night traffic doing little to quiet the storm inside me. My hand clutched the phone in my pocket, my fingers tingling from the cold but also from anticipation. I had a plan now—no more playing the helpless victim. But there was something else, a slight unease I couldn’t shake, gnawing at the back of my mind. I hadn’t expected Alexander to want a partnership. But here I was, caught in the web of a man who was just as dangerous as Ryan—if not more. He didn’t offer kindness or promises of loyalty. He offere

The morning air was crisp as I stood in front of Orion Tech’s glass tower, my reflection staring back at me like a ghost from the past. My heart pounded, but not from fear. No, this was adrenaline—the rush of reclaiming what was stolen from me. I took a deep breath and walked through the revolving doors. Inside, everything was just as I remembered: sleek, modern, efficient. Employees bustled about, their conversations filled with numbers and strategies. It was my world, the one I had helped build. And today, I was one step closer to taking it back. David Reyes had agreed to meet me in a small café a block away from Orion’s headquarters. As I entered, I spotted him at a corner table, nervously stirring his coffee. He looked older than I remembered, the stress of working under Ryan showing in the lines on his face. When he saw me, he straightened, his unease evident. "Isabella," he greeted, setting his cup down. "I wasn’t sure you’d actually show." "I always show up when it matters,"

The contract lay heavy in my hands, its sleek paper mocking me with its crisp, clean edges. I could almost feel the weight of the words written on it—words that promised power, revenge, and a future I never thought I’d embrace. But here I was, standing in Blackwood Tower, on the verge of stepping into a life I had once left behind. Alexander’s gaze never wavered as I held the document, his eyes cold yet calculating, watching me closely as I considered the next move in this game we were about to play. "So, what now?" I asked, my voice steadier than I felt. My heart raced in my chest, but I wasn’t about to let him see it. I was Isabella Laurent—no longer the naive girl who had once foolishly believed in love. Now, I was a woman who would use everything in her power to get what she wanted. Alexander’s lips curled into a small, knowing smirk. "Now, we begin." He turned and walked to the side of the room, where a sleek wooden table stood, set up with two chairs. He gestured for me to ta

The phone rang as Isabella sat at her desk, staring out of her office window at the bustling city below. It had been a few days since the press conference, and her mind was still processing the whirlwind of events that had followed. The engagement with Alexander Blackwood was no longer just a public spectacle—it had become a chess move in the game she had been playing her entire life. But even as she moved through this new reality, there were remnants of her past that refused to let go. The phone continued ringing, and without a second thought, Isabella reached for it. The number on the screen was one she hadn’t seen in months, but the name made her heart skip a beat. Ryan. She hesitated, her fingers lingering over the screen for just a moment longer. The memories of their time together—the passion, the plans, the promises—flashed through her mind. But those were all in the past now. She had buried those feelings deep within her, and nothing, not even his voice, could bring them bac