All Chapters of HEIRESS REBORN: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Alina's Pov Three days.That’s how long it had been since Damien dropped me off with a curt nod and an unreadable expression. Three days of silence. Three days of waiting—not that I was waiting, of course. I wasn’t some desperate little girl clinging to crumbs of affection. But still... every time my phone buzzed, I hoped it was him.It never was.I shook the thought off and focused on the mirror in front of me.Vivian’s room was quiet except for the occasional click of her heels pacing behind me. Her eyes scanned me like I was a weapon she was preparing for war. And maybe I was.“Are you sure about this dress?” she asked, her tone flat but her brows arched.I looked at myself again. Midnight black, sheer cutouts that left little to the imagination, and a plunging neckline that made even me blush for a second when I first tried it on.“I’m not just sure,” I murmured, adjusting the fabric along my waist. “I’m certain. He needs to remember what he lost… right before I destroy him.”Viv

Damien's Pov The lights were blinding, the applause polite, and yet none of it could anchor me to the present. I stood backstage at the International Medical Advancement Summit, moments away from delivering my speech on the evolving methodologies in reconstructive surgery. But all I could think about was her.Alina.The memory of her from last night—her dress, her eyes, her damn voice—echoed like a drumbeat in my chest. She was infuriating, stubborn, reckless, but also... brave. Too brave for her own good. And somehow, in the mess of revenge and bloodlust that fueled her, I saw something raw. Something real.“Dr. Damien Voss, our keynote speaker this evening, is not just a pioneer in facial reconstructive surgery but a relentless force in post-trauma healing. Please welcome him."I heard the words, registered the claps, but none of it mattered.“You’re up next, Dr. Voss,” the coordinator whispered beside me.I nodded, exhaling slowly, trying to shove her out of my mind. My fingers cu

Alina's Pov The day at Ashen Group had started like any other. Too quiet. Too still.I was in my office, fingers absently brushing against the necklace around my neck—the one Damien had given me. It was ridiculous, how something so small could feel like it weighed a hundred pounds. It clung to my skin like a secret I wasn’t sure I wanted to tell.No matter how I tried to force my focus on the endless work spread across my desk, my mind insisted on dragging me back to that night. To the way Damien had looked at me. Like I was someone worth protecting. Like I was someone he’d been searching for in the dark without even realizing it.And then, just like that, he was gone. Off to whatever world men like him lived in—gritty, surgical, full of order and logic. But Nathaniel had stayed behind. And in typical Nathaniel fashion, he’d come looking for me.He’d appeared right after Damien left, wearing that same predatory smile that had once fooled me. Said he wanted a word. Said he’d been wait

Alina's Pov I should have gone straight home. I should have trusted my instincts the moment I noticed the car behind me. But I didn’t. I stopped at the supermarket because I was trying to convince myself I was overthinking—that maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was just a coincidence.I was wrong.I stepped out of my car and walked into the Maxi Supermarket, trying to act normal, trying to breathe. My fingers trembled around the strap of my bag as I pushed a cart and moved past the entrance. I told myself I needed bottled water, something to justify being here. But even as I walked down the aisles, picking up random things I didn’t care about, I could feel it—that presence.When I turned my head, there he was. A tall man in a black coat, just lingering.My stomach twisted.I turned back quickly, heart pounding in my chest like it was trying to escape. It couldn’t be a coincidence. He was staring. Watching.I dropped the bottle in my hand and walked faster, pretending I got a text. I did

Alina's Pov The days blurred together.I counted them not by the hours, but by how many times I woke up choking on memories. Not nightmares—those I could dismiss. These were flashbacks. Real, vivid. A man's hand around my neck, the smell of rust and cheap cologne, the terror clawing up my spine like a thousand knives.I was doing better now, or so I told myself. The bruises had begun to fade, the pain in my hip reduced to a dull throb. But nothing could mute the way my heart skipped anytime I heard footsteps behind me. Nothing could erase the moment I looked up from that supermarket restroom floor, blood drying on my hands, and saw Damien."You haven't eaten your soup," Vivian's voice broke into my thoughts, soft but insistent.I glanced down at the untouched bowl in front of me, then offered her a half-hearted smile. "Not hungry."She didn’t push. Instead, she lowered herself into the seat across from me and observed. The same way she always had. Vivian wasn't just my assistant. She