Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Heiress' Return For Vengeance : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

ELISEGasps echo through the room as my father stumbles backward, arms windmilling, and crashes into a director's chair. Both men go down in a tangle of limbs and expensive suits.Papers scatter across the floor and someone's coffee mug tips over, spilling across the polished wood.The director's face flushes crimson—a mottled combination of humiliation and terror as he scrambles to his feet, unable to meet anyone's eyes.My father also struggles to his feet. His suit's rumpled and his styled hair disheveled.He looks furious, humiliated, and utterly powerless.For the first time, I see him for what he truly is: a man who built his empire on lies and manipulation, now stripped of the facade that kept him in power.Kieran turns to me. His expression's unchanged, as though he didn't just physically remove a man from his seat. My own father and his father-in-law.Not that I'm complaining. Henry deserved everything he's getting. If anything, I wish my cold-hearted husband would put him in

ELISEMy father stares at the folder like it's a snake. His hands are shaking slightly, though he's trying to hide it. "You're out of your mind if you think I'm signing that!"Diana's expression doesn't change. She might as well be discussing the weather. "The document has been prepared by Westfield Legal. It's ironclad and legally binding. Your signature is merely a formality to make the transition smoother.""A formality?" Henry laughs, but there's an edge of hysteria to it. "This is extortion! This is illegal! I'll have every lawyer in the city...""What's illegal," Axel says quietly from his position by the door, "Is embezzling company funds. Falsifying financial reports. Using corporate resources for personal gain. Insider trading. Tax evasion. Should I continue?"The color drains from my father's face.I watch as the realization hits him that Kieran's people have been digging into his activities."We have evidence," Diana continues smoothly, opening the folder. Inside are not ju

ELISEThose words hang in the air like a death sentence.My heart stops beating while the room spins.I can't breathe, can't think or process what he just said.Not a true Blackwood heiress.Around me, chaos erupts. Voices rise in shock and confusion. Someone demands an explanation while another calls for order.But I hear none of it.All I can hear is the roaring in my ears, the thundering of my pulse, the echo of Alexander's words destroying everything I thought I knew.Not a true Blackwood heiress.My father's mouth opens and closes, but no words come out."Henry, is this true?"The question comes from one of the board members who didn't vote against me earlier.The room falls into a tense silence, everyone waiting for Henry’s response.Henry closes his eyes and his shoulders sag under an invisible weight. Then he lets out a heavy sigh that seems to come from the depths of his soul.That sigh is answer enough.My knees buckle. If not for the table, I would have collapsed right ther

ELISECamila's accusation renders me speechless.I want to defend my mother, to argue, but the conviction in Camila's voice makes me hesitate."Our entanglement," Camila says with distaste, "Only started when we both found ourselves unable to hide our feelings anymore.When the loneliness became too much. When we realized that life was too short to keep denying what we felt."She takes a shaky breath. "But you want to know the real truth? The truth no one wants to talk about?"Her eyes bore into mine, and I feel like I'm being dissected, examined, found wanting."Henry and I were lovers first. Long before your mother ever entered the picture. We were in love. We were planning to get married."My world tilts again at those words."We met when we were both young," Camila's voice takes on a dreamy quality, as though she's lost in memory."I was twenty-two, fresh out of college, starting my first job as your grandfather's assistant. Henry was twenty-five, working in the finance department

ELISESeeing the video on the big screen, in high definition, there's no denying its authenticity.My mother is in a hotel room, with a man. The timestamp shows a date from twenty years ago.The video is explicit. Graphic. There's no mistaking what's happening. My mother's face is clearly visible, her voice audible as she moans and gasps.I'm going to be sick.I hear someone mutter "disgraceful" under their breath.“Turn it off!” I scream.Camila lets it play for another agonizing minute before finally pausing it."Grace Blackwood got pregnant but she didn't know who the father was. She'd been sleeping with at least three different men during that time period. Maybe more." Camila narrates over the frozen image.She advances the video, showing another scene of my mom with another man. Another hotel room. The dates are all within weeks of each other."So she did what any desperate woman would do," Camila continues. "She trapped the one man she knew would never abandon her. The one man w