All Chapters of Rise Of The Heiress : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The explosion shattered the quiet night, sending glass, smoke, and fire into the air. The force threw Isabella against the wall, her breath knocked out of her. Flames licked through the shattered windows, devouring the edges of the old curtains and crawling rapidly up the walls. The safe house was no longer a haven—it was a blazing trap. “Isabella!” Alexander’s voice cut through the chaos. He was on the ground, a shallow cut on his forehead bleeding, but he was already scrambling toward her. She coughed as smoke invaded her lungs. The heat was unbearable, blistering, as the fire surged like a beast unchained. She pushed herself up, wincing as a shard of wood sliced her palm. “We have to get out—now!” she shouted. Alexander nodded, grabbing the hard drive and shoving it into a fireproof case. They stumbled through the thick smoke, trying to retrace their steps to the back exit, but the fire had moved faster than they could have anticipated. The hallway was blocked—flames consuming t

The jet cut through the early morning mist like a blade. Inside, Isabella sat in a cocoon of silence, her eyes locked on the Alps rising in the distance like ancient gods. The snow-capped peaks gleamed with deceptive tranquility, masking the truth nestled within them: Valentina Cross. A woman feared and revered. A phantom of the cyber world. Once a queen in the intelligence empire, now an enigma cloaked in infamy. Beside Isabella, Alexander stared out the window. He hadn’t spoken since takeoff, but his silence carried weight. A memory. A warning. “She won’t like seeing me,” Isabella said finally. “No, she won’t,” Alexander replied. “But she’ll listen. If you speak her language.” “And what language is that?” He turned to her. “Power.” The plane landed at a remote airstrip, one that didn’t exist on any map. A black SUV waited, engine humming. No driver. Isabella slipped inside, the doors locking with a mechanical hiss. The journey up the mountain was silent, save for the soft hu

The screen flickered, and then it went dark. For a moment, the room was plunged into complete silence, except for the distant sounds of heavy breathing and the relentless ticking of the countdown timer that now seemed almost redundant. Isabella stood motionless, her eyes locked on the spot where Blackwood’s face had been moments before. It was over. Or at least, she hoped it was. Her hand, still gripping the gun tightly, slowly lowered. She could hear her heartbeat, louder than anything else in the room. Her pulse was racing, and though they had disabled Lazarus, the feeling of impending danger still loomed over her. Tamsin swiveled in her seat, fingers tapping against the console as she scrolled through the data. Her face was pale, but determination burned in her eyes. “I think... I think we’ve done it,” she said, though there was a hesitation in her voice. Isabella took a deep breath. She was exhausted. Her body ached from the tension of the fight, her nerves still strung too tigh

The dim glow of the evening sky filtered through the windows, casting soft shadows across the room. Isabella sat in front of the large glass window, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the edges of the cup in front of her. She had never expected to feel this way. She had always been the type to keep her emotions guarded, tucked away behind layers of armor. But now, as she stared out at the city stretching beneath her, she couldn’t help but feel the weight of everything that had happened. The battle was over. Lazarus had been stopped. Blackwood’s grip was loosening. Yet, the world outside still felt distant, as if she were standing at the edge of a cliff, looking out at the unknown below. The sound of footsteps behind her made her pulse quicken. She didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. The way he moved—the quiet confidence, the smooth cadence of his steps—it was all too familiar. Too intimate. “Isabella.” His voice, low and soft, seemed to melt the tension in the air, pulli

The soft golden glow of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the room. Isabella stretched lazily in bed, her body sinking into the soft sheets. It was a moment of quiet bliss, one that she didn’t want to disturb. For the first time in ages, she felt like she could breathe. She wasn’t carrying the weight of her past, of the secrets she had been hiding for so long. With Alexander by her side, she felt lighter, as if the world could throw anything at her and she’d be able to face it head-on. But as the minutes passed, the soft hum of the city outside began to seep into the quiet room, reminding her that the world was still turning, that there was still so much left to do. She let out a small sigh, rolling over onto her side to check the time. The clock read ten minutes past seven. She wasn’t sure when it had happened, but her life had shifted. In the past, she would have immediately risen and gone into overdrive—checking emails, preparing for meetin