Semua Bab Rise Of The Heiress : Bab 61 - Bab 70

The days after the confrontation in the penthouse were a blur for Alexander. Though the storm had passed between him and Isabella, the tension still hung in the air like a thick fog. He could feel her eyes on him whenever they were in the same room, that quiet expectation, that unspoken plea for him to open up. It gnawed at him constantly, that weight of secrecy he had carried for so long, and he knew, deep down, that it wasn’t fair to keep Isabella in the dark any longer. But there was always a price to be paid for honesty. For the first time in months, Alexander found himself avoiding the truth—not because he didn’t want to share it, but because he feared what would happen when he did. Chloe’s return loomed like an impending storm, and with it came a flood of memories that threatened to drown everything he had built with Isabella. He stood in front of the large window in his office, watching the bustling city below. The lights of the city seemed to swirl around him, a stark contra

The night after their conversation felt different. There was an underlying sense of change, a shift that neither Isabella nor Alexander could ignore. But they both knew that their journey together would not be simple. The promise they had made to each other, to move forward with honesty and openness, was just the beginning. The hard part, they both understood, was keeping those promises when the weight of the world—and their pasts—threatened to pull them back into old patterns. As Isabella sat in her apartment the following morning, a cup of coffee warming her hands, she found herself replaying the words that had passed between them the night before. "Together," they had said. And in the quiet moments when she allowed herself to think of the future, she imagined what it could be like—a life shared with Alexander. A life full of possibilities. But with those possibilities came doubts. Can they truly move past their complicated pasts? Could they really build a future together, with all

The silence that hung between them was deafening. Isabella sat in stunned silence, the weight of Alexander's words pressing down on her like a heavy burden. She stared at the documents in her hands, her mind still reeling from the revelation. Inheritance. Power. Responsibility. These were things she had never imagined would be part of Alexander’s world. Yet, here they were, exposed and raw before her, a tangled mess of secrets and truths that she had never been prepared to face. Her thoughts were a whirlwind, spinning faster than she could control. She wanted to say something, ask him more questions, demand explanations, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, all she could do was stare at the envelope in her hands, as if the answers she sought were hidden in the fine print. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she lifted her gaze to meet Alexander’s. His eyes were filled with regret, but there was something else there too. Something she hadn’t seen in him before—vulnerability.

The sleek private jet glided through the early morning sky, its engines humming softly, as Isabella gazed out the window at the sprawling expanse below. The city below her seemed to shrink into a series of colorful specks as they ascended, the world beneath their feet becoming smaller and more distant. It was the same feeling she had when she’d left her old life behind and started anew—but this time, there was no turning back. Her heart raced as the gravity of what they were about to do settled in. They were heading to Milan, where the high-stakes, high-society game would be played with their lives on the line. “You alright?” Alexander’s voice broke through her thoughts, pulling her attention from the window. His dark eyes searched hers with an intensity she couldn’t ignore, a quiet, unwavering presence that held her even in the midst of uncertainty. Isabella smiled faintly, leaning back into the plush seat. “Just thinking about how fast this is all happening.” “We don’t have time

The moonlight filtered softly through the curtains of the hotel room, casting a silvery glow on the polished floors. The city of Milan, with its hum of distant traffic and faint chatter, felt like a world away. Inside the room, however, Isabella and Alexander were locked in a quiet but intense stillness. After the tension of the meeting earlier, there was an odd calmness between them, but one that carried a heaviness neither could ignore. Isabella sat on the edge of the bed, her hands clasped tightly together. Her mind raced, going over the events of the day. There had been so many twists and turns, and yet the game was far from over. She could feel it deep in her bones. Something more sinister was unfolding, and she wasn’t sure if it was the man who had confronted them earlier or something else entirely. The stakes had been raised to dangerous levels, and there was no telling how far they would be pushed. Alexander stood near the window, his back to her. The faint glow from the city