All Chapters of The Heiress' Return For Vengeance : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

KIERAN~Few Hours Earlier~Thunder growls low in the distance, the sound crawling into Kieran’s awareness like an unwelcome intruder as he lie still beneath the tangled sheets. However, his eyes twitch frantically behind his closed eyelids and his breathing uneven.The nightmare is back with a vengeance. It’s stronger this time, darker even.The darkness shifts and gives way to a landscape of utter devastation.The sky looms heavy and bruised, swirling with storm clouds that seem ready to collapse under their own weight – above the scorched ground littered with bodies of human and beasts twisted into grotesque shapes, their final moments frozen in agony.Blood mixes with the rain, turning the dirt into thick, crimson mud that clings to his feet.Kieran stands watching carnage beyond comprehension.In the center of this apocalyptic mess stands a lone figure. A man with shoulders squared against impossible odds. His stance is that of someone who's fought beyond exhaustion yet refuses to

KIERANKieran stands motionless before the floor-to-ceiling windows of his private suite, watching the sprawling city below.The darkening sky mirrors the storm brewing within him, though his chiseled and unreadable face betrays nothing. His storm-blue eyes flick to the platinum watch on his wrist with the patience of a man who bends the world to his will rather than chasing its rhythm.The suite is a cathedral of silence, broken only by the low hum of climate control whispering against the stillness. No television flickers, no music hums.Kieran thrives in the absence of artificial noise. The purity of silence sharpens his thoughts and hones his instincts. In this constructed sanctuary, he can hear the whispers of his plans clicking into place like a symphony of power, and every note plays in his favor.He adjusts his sleeve with an economy of motion as his mind lingers on the confrontation with his father earlier that evening.A muscle in Kieran's jaw tightens imperceptibly when rec

ELISENo one dares to move as Kieran makes his way down the aisle with the unhurried confidence of a man who has never needed to rush, who knows the world will wait for him.His presence practically sends guests physically pressing themselves into their seats to avoid even the possibility of contact with him.Diana walks slightly behind him and to his left while his security detail remain vigilant at their position.Any interference will be met with immediate and disproportionate response, the message is clear.Kieran doesn't stop at the altar. Instead, he settles into the front row, claiming a seat that one of his men brought with him.He sits with devastating casualness, crossing one long leg over the other.His posture is a study of power. Spine straight, shoulders relaxed, hands resting lightly on his thighs and fingers splayed in a way that emphasizes their length and strength.He occupies the space as though he owns it. Well at this moment, he does."Come here!" Kieran’s voice i

ELISEDiana checks her watch before addressing the stunned assembly. "Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Westfield extends his apologies for the disruption. The ceremony is ends here. You will find the reception has been canceled. Refunds for any gifts will be processed through the registry service within five business days."She turns slightly, addressing the officiating minister who stands frozen behind the altar with prayer book still clutched in trembling hands. "Father, thank you for your time. Your full honorarium will be deposited to the church account by end of day."The minister nods mechanically, clearly overwhelmed by the situation. I doubt he's ever witnessed anything remotely like this."You won't get away with this!" Alexander spits, still struggling against his captors. "Do you think this changes anything? Do you think anyone will believe your story? I'll destroy you both for this. When I'm finished, there won't be enough left of either of you to bury!"Diana's sculpted eyebrow r

ELISEThe service entrance of the cathedral opens to a narrow alley typically reserved for deliveries and maintenance staff.Kieran's fleet waits in formation. Six black Bentley Mulsannes with deeply tinted windows and humming engines. A barrier of luxury vehicles between us and the world we're leaving behind.And of course, the reporters are already here. Hundreds of them. They've materialized like they sensed blood in the water.The narrow alley instantly transforms into a churning mass of bodies, cameras, and questions.Kieran's security team moves fast, each man knowing his position and his role in this rising chaos.They form a human shield around us, blocking camera lenses while their voices cut through the chaos with warnings that don't sound remotely like suggestions."Back off!""Keep your distance!""Touch her and you'll regret it!"However, the photographers are relentless despite the obstacles. They appear from seemingly nowhere like hunters who've spotted rare prey. Their