All Chapters of CEO Wants Me: Heiress Has Risen Again!: Chapter 471 - Chapter 480

Rhea’s Pov“What?”The word came out of him too fast, sharp with disbelief. Alaric stared at me like I’d just spoken in a language he didn’t recognize.I didn’t blink. I didn’t soften my expression. “Could you please repeat the question? I don't think I heard you clearly.” he asked, frowning now, clearly trying to understand what he’d just heard.“Are you getting married,” I said again, my voice steady, “to a woman named Justine?”For a moment, he just stood there. Then he let out a short, disbelieving laugh that died almost immediately. “What are you talking about?”His confusion wasn’t feigned. I could see it in the way his brows pulled together, in the way his shoulders tensed as though he were bracing for something he couldn’t see.“Rhea,” he said carefully, “did you fall asleep in the car and dream about me getting married or something? Because I genuinely don’t understand this question.”“You’re saying you’re not getting married,” I replied.“Of course I'm getting married. I’m s

Leon's Pov “I've been caught. If whoever did this sends this photo to them, it'll only be a matter of time before Alaric and Rhea know that I'm the one behind the accident!” If only I had gotten there faster and taken Rhea away from that place before they were taken to the by Isabelle, things would have been easier. Before I got to the accident scene, Isabelle had taken Alaric and lied to him that she was his fiancée. At that time, after seeing Alaric reject Rhea and Rhea crying, I had thought it was a very good idea that could separate Alaric and Rhea. I watched from afar as she cried her heart out after promising herself that she wasn't going to cry. She had fallen onto the grass, her clothes soaked in tears. I could have helped her, but under no circumstances would she have gone home with me. I knew that. So I let Carmen take her and nurture her. She became Isabelle's enemy. I asked Anya to give Isabelle that medicine to feed Alaric after seeing that despite the accident, Alaric

Rhea's Pov “Copy that," she said, not looking up. "Starting high-flow oxygen. Charge the defib just in case."As the oxygen began to flow, the terrifying blue tint in the man’s face slowly started to recede, replaced by a ghostly, waxy grey. It wasn't perfect, but it was life.Carmen came rushing back, looking breathless. "Rhea, we found a visitor’s badge. His name is Arthur but we haven't been able to reach his emergency contact yet. The line just keeps ringing."The paramedics were already lifting Mr. Authur onto the gurney."We're moving him now," the lead medic announced. "Is there any family here?"I stepped forward, straightening my blazer, though my knees were still dusty from the floor. "We haven't located them yet. But I am the co-owner of this building, and I am taking responsibility. I’m going with you."The paramedic looked at me, then at my determined expression. She didn't have time to argue. "Fine. Hop in the front or follow in your car, but we’re leaving now.""I'm co

Rhea's Pov. "Someone claimed you as his daughter?" Alaric repeater slowly. "Can you actually explain what you mean by that? How could someone you don't know 'claim' you as his daughter?" Alaric poked his head out of the kitchen where he was doing the dishes, confusion on his face was as clear as day. I told him everything that happened, from Arthur fainting to the man, Julian saying I was his daughter and he listened attentively, not even interrupting. After I finished, the whole kitchen turned silent, so silent that even the drop of a pin could easily be heard."So, do you think you and the man hold any form of resemblance?" Alaric questioned. "Yes. I even took a picture when he wasn't looking so I could show you." I pulled my phone from my pocket and I navigated to the gallery and opened the photo I’d managed to snap in the hospital room. I slid the device across the marble countertop toward Alaric.He dried his hands on a towel and picked it up. He squinted at the screen, his ga

Rhea's Pov I stared at the DNA report in my hands, holding them tightly, even almost crumpling the paper. I wasn't just going to let them give me a test and push it as true without me doing a test of my own. I wasn't that naive. I had conducted my own silent investigation after I had gotten their test reports. I had personally cut the hair samples. I had taken the saliva swabs and even the fingernail clippings from Julian when I was "comforting" him at the hospital. I had kept those samples in my own possession, locked in a safe-box that never left my sight until I handed them over to Nathan. Nathan was the only one I trusted with this. I didn't even tell anyone the name of the secondary hospital I used. Nathan had delivered the samples under a pseudonym, ensuring that no one, not even the lab technicians, knew whose blood they were handling. There was absolutely no way they could have tampered with these results, and yet, the results were identical. The report in my hand was the