Semua Bab HEIRESS REBORN: Bab 111 - Bab 120

POV: DAMIENI see the headline before I see the damage."Eli Voss, Brother To Philanthropist Sweetheart, Damien Voss, Arrested Outside Midtown Bar in Late-Night Altercation"It is plastered across every damn feed. Twitter. News alerts. Even that smug little clickbait gossip site with Nina Rhodes’ watermark flashing in the corner.The article says “altercation.” What they mean is Eli was dragged off the curb shirtless, high off something that wasn’t prescribed, mouthing off to the cops like he couldn’t hear the handcuffs clicking.I don’t care that he got arrested.I care that he’s my brother.I care that now my face is back in the press again, Dr. Damien Voss, philanthropist, trauma surgeon, brilliant billionaire and now apparently the idiot older brother who is covering for a trainwreck.I am supposed to be clean. Surgical. Cold. Not messy like this.So I knock once, hard, on Kaia’s office door before pushing it open.She’s already typing. Doesn’t look up. Doesn’t even flinch.“You

POV: NATHANIELThe room smells like tension and cologne and too much money being burned. I stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in my office, watching the stock ticker on my monitor drop by another point. That’s the third today."They are panicking," I mutter.Behind me, the sound of shoes clicking against marble grows louder. Sasha. Always stomping around like she owns the place. I don’t turn.She has surprisingly calmed down from my last scheme and that is enough to worry me.Maybe I shouldn't have done that, but she needed to be taught a lesson. Either way, I will just have to be prepared for whatever shit she pulls this time."You see this shit?" she says, slapping a printed headline onto my desk. Her voice is sharp, high-pitched. "Ashen’s stock is climbing again. People are calling Kaia 'a silent visionary.' There is another article speculating she is the one pulling strings behind the scenes."I finally glance at the paper. The headline is bold, red. Ashen’s Enigmatic

POV: KAIA (ALINA)I don’t flinch when I see the headline."KAIA LANE: WHO IS SHE REALLY?"I stare at the photo they used. It's grainy, lit like a smear campaign. I’m stepping out of the car. My hand is raised, shielding my face. And behind me—Damien. Close enough to be called intimate. Too close.They’re not real.I know that. The angles are wrong. The lighting doesn’t match. My face is too stiff, like it was cut out and slapped on. But they don’t need to be real. Not when people believe them. Not when they look at the headline, then at me, and start whispering.The assistant. The one no one knew much about. The one always too calm. Too clean. Too close.I toss the tablet onto the couch and press the heels of my palms into my eyes.They think they’ve got something. They think this will shake me.It does.Not because of what it says. But because of what it means.I pivot fast.Vivian is already on the phone by the time I storm into the war room. I can hear her lying beautifully. Calm,

POV: SASHAI slam the door to Elena's hotel suite without knocking. The guards posted outside don’t even blink anymore. They are used to me barging in by now, but today is different. Today, my name is trending and not in the way I want.Fake photo leaks.My face, my name, dragged into a storm I didn’t start. And I know exactly where to begin looking."What the hell did you do?" I hiss, marching into the living room where she sits like she owns the goddamn world.Elena doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t even look up from her tablet."Sasha," she says like I’m a child who tracked mud into her marble foyer. "Lower your voice.""Don’t you dare patronize me," I snap, yanking the tablet from her hands and throwing it onto the velvet couch. "You leaked those pictures. And you know damn well it is going to come back to me."She sighs. Sighs. Like she’s bored. "If you think for one second I am behind that noise, you have given me too much credit. Or not nearly enough."I laugh, sharp and bitter. "Don’t i

POV: KAIA (ALINA)I don’t flinch when the first message comes in.I’ve trained myself not to. Learned how to sit still when the ground beneath me shifts. Even now, with the Ashen skyline pouring in through my penthouse windows like silver smoke, I don’t move. I just tilt my head slightly, eyes fixed on the blinking notification—no sender name. No subject. Just a blinking dot, like someone watching.Encrypted, of course. Too clean to be random.I enter the passkey without a second thought. It’s a code I haven’t used since I was Alina Rivers—back when I still believed people would fight fair if you gave them the truth.The file opens.At first it looks like a spreadsheet. Legal names. Meeting timestamps. Advisor clearances. Then I see the pattern, just like Sasha wanted me to.Someone in Ashen’s own advisory team has been leaking—access logs show patterns that don’t add up. Confidential files opened hours before closed boardroom discussions. Email reroutes. Cross-referenced financial au