All Chapters of Rise Of The Heiress : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The ringing in Isabella’s ears hadn’t stopped since she read the news alert. "Whispers of corporate espionage." It felt like a bad joke. A nightmare she couldn’t wake up from. The media had started twisting the truth—framing her for something she didn’t do, something that could ruin everything. Her engagement to Alexander, her career, her reputation... all were on the line. And yet, as much as her heart pounded in fear, she felt something else. Something sharp, something cold. Rage. She clenched her fists, staring at the screen in disbelief as the news site continued to refresh with new updates, each one more venomous than the last. The worst part? They were still trying to connect her name with corporate espionage. Accusations, rumors, and fabricated "sources" filled the pages. But the more she read, the clearer it became—someone was orchestrating this. Someone with an agenda. Someone close. “Isabella,” Alexander’s voice broke through the chaos of her thoughts, his tone hard a

The day after Isabella’s confrontation with Olivia felt surreal. It was like she had stepped into a new life, one where the weight of the past no longer had its claws digging into her every move. Olivia was behind her, and though the lingering pain still ached, Isabella was free. Free to focus on the future. Free to move forward with purpose. But the world didn’t stop. The headlines hadn’t stopped either. Her phone buzzed incessantly with notifications as she sipped her morning coffee, the cup warm in her hands as she stared blankly out the window of her penthouse. The city sprawled out before her, a thousand stories unfolding in every corner. Yet, all she could think of was the war she had just begun—and the unrelenting pressure to win it. Her eyes scanned the latest article about her—another smear, another rumor—and her jaw clenched. She had known this would happen. The media was a beast that thrived on chaos. But she wasn’t about to let them control her narrative any longer. Her

The world didn’t stop spinning after the announcement, but it felt as though Isabella’s had for a moment. The press had been relentless. The paparazzi stalked her every move. The public’s curiosity and insatiable thirst for details about her and Alexander seemed to only grow more intense after they made their relationship official. It was a whirlwind, a storm that refused to die down, and Isabella was caught at the center of it all. Yet, despite the chaos around her, there was one thing Isabella was certain of—she had no intention of letting anyone dictate her narrative. Not now, not ever again. She sat in her office the day after the announcement, staring out the window. The city buzzed outside, but inside, there was a strange calm. The storm was far from over, but for the first time in a long while, she felt ready to face it head-on. Her phone buzzed on the desk, pulling her from her thoughts. It was a message from Alexander. We need to talk. Meet me at my office in one hour. Is

Isabella’s heels clicked against the cobbled streets, the rhythmic sound echoing in the cool night air. The city felt alive, a web of lights and shadows that had become her battleground. As the world around her seemed to hustle and bustle with the usual late-night energy, her mind was preoccupied with one singular mission: to dismantle Jonathan Blackwood’s web of deceit. The night was her ally now. In the cover of darkness, she would find the answers she needed. She had spent hours sifting through the contents of the folder Alexander had handed her, each page revealing more about the notorious media mogul, but it was not enough. The pieces were scattered, half-formed, and she could sense there was a bigger picture—something she had yet to uncover. To get to the heart of Blackwood’s manipulation, she needed to delve deeper, and for that, she had to go directly to the source. Her destination was a nondescript office building in the heart of the city, where Blackwood’s media empire had

Isabella’s heart beat faster with every step she took toward the café where she had agreed to meet Alexander. The message from him had been cryptic, laden with urgency. She had expected to feel relief or a sense of satisfaction after uncovering so much about Blackwood, but instead, she felt a growing unease. The stakes were rising higher, and every move she made seemed to bring her closer to an edge she wasn’t sure she could walk. The streets were bustling as usual, people walking briskly to their destinations, unaware of the storm brewing beneath the surface. Isabella pulled her coat tighter around her, her thoughts swirling with the files she had decrypted. She had exposed more than enough to destroy Jonathan Blackwood’s reputation, but she knew it wasn’t going to be that simple. It never was. She stepped into the café, the door chiming softly behind her. The familiar aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted her, but the cozy atmosphere felt foreign today. Her mind was elsewhere, cal