Semua Bab HEIRESS REBORN: Bab 121 - Bab 130

POV: NATHANIELThey think they can corner me.They think if they leak enough, stir the water long enough, I’ll slip. Panic. Run. Confess. Break.They don’t know me.I sit behind my desk, the lights low, blinds drawn, the weight of silence pressing in around me. I like the quiet when it’s like this — thick with threat, humming with tension.Across from me, Jasper drops the dossier with too much noise. I don’t even look at him.“Go,” I say.He nods and walks out without another word. Smart. Knows not to linger when my jaw is set like this.I flip the file open.Nina Rhodes’s article is the first thing I see. Printed in red ink. Underlined: "The Ghost CEO: Who’s Really Running Ashen?"Then Kaia’s face. A surveillance shot from a gala two weeks ago. Close-up. Angled. The kind of photo meant to unsettle.Underneath that—Kade’s reopened case notes. A body that was never recovered. A death certificate without a signature. A grave dug up and empty, declared “tampered with.”Then there’s the w

POV: KAIA (ALINA) It starts with the second leak.No headlines. No hashtags. Just a quiet drip—strategic, venomous, and perfectly timed. A two-minute clip shot from across a marina in Monaco. Elena, on a yacht, surrounded by three twenty-something men who look like they model for fragrances they can’t pronounce. Champagne in her hand. Laughing. Tossing her heels into the sea. One of the boys grabs her waist. She lets him. The other slips something into her mouth. She swallows it without asking what it is.There's no voiceover, no context. Just footage.I watch it alone from my laptop, sitting in the far corner of Ashen’s private floor. Vivian’s out doing her song and dance for a Cross-adjacent firm that’s getting slaughtered in a merger we orchestrated. She doesn’t need to see this part. This one's mine.It uploads through a shell media outlet I own through five levels of misdirection. Just like the last leak.The comments start flooding in within minutes.“How old is she again?”“Wh

POV: SASHAThis boardroom smells like desperation dressed in expensive cologne. No one is saying it, but I can feel it in the way they shift in their seats, click pens, scroll phones like the stock price might rise if they blink hard enough.I am sitting at the end of the long glass table, palms sweating under the surface, pretending I am calm when I am anything but that. Representing Nathaniel and his mother. His goddamn mother. Because neither of them is fit to be here. Nathaniel’s spiraling again, paranoid and distracted, and Elena’s holed up in her townhouse pretending she is still queen of something.That damn woman.I mean… I knew she had a freaky side, everyone does. And I am not even against her dating someone younger than her, hell I would too if they knew how to handle me.But from the videos that has been leaking about her, numerous boys at one, popping pills, unknown ones, ecstasy pills, going on yacht parties when she has said she was on businss… I mean it is insane and c

NATHANIEL POVI slam the office door behind me so hard the glass rattles.“Motherfucker,” I mutter under my breath, pacing like a caged animal.Sasha’s meeting was a disaster. Her attempt to spin the narrative fell apart the second Ashen officially pulled out. The board smelled blood, and now the vultures are circling. Investors calling. Press sniffing. And those goddamn leaked videos—my mother with those... boys. Drunk. High. Half-naked in that damn Hampton house.She swore they had been erased. Paid off the right people. Bribed the wrong ones. Swore they were buried.But now they are everywhere.On fucking Reddit. Twitter. Even that sleazy gossip site Nina Rhodes runs.I yank my tie loose, throw it on the floor. It’s choking me.Elena Cross. My mother. A fucking disgrace.I press the bridge of my nose, jaw tight, teeth grinding.“She ruined this,” I say aloud, even though there’s no one here.I was close. So close. The Ashen deal would’ve sealed it. Brought in legacy money, re-legit

KAIA (ALINA) POVTheo leans back in the chair, arms crossed, looking at me like he’s waiting for me to blink first."That’s everything," he says. "If this goes public, Elena's campaign is dead in the water. Her slush fund’s been funneling donor cash into shell companies for over a year. She won’t recover from this."Margot slides the folder across the table toward me, her tone cool and even. "I’ve drafted the release in three versions—anonymous leak, corporate whistleblower, and one that subtly traces back to a reporter we’ve worked with before. Pick whichever flavor of fire you want."I stare at the folder. I should feel triumphant. This is what I wanted. Every move, every buried piece of paperwork, every whisper backtracked to this moment. Elena Cross, queen of political manipulation, about to fall on her own sword.But something’s... off.Sasha’s been quiet.Too quiet."She hasn’t made a move in three days," I mutter, almost to myself.Theo raises a brow. "Sasha?"I nod, not lookin