All Chapters of HEIRESS REBORN: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

POV: SASHAI spend the whole morning trying to fix things that are already broken. That graveyard video is everywhere, on blogs, TikTok, gossip channels. “Why are Elena Cross and Sasha Moore digging up Alina Rivers?” It plays over and over, different voices, same tone. Mocking. Suspicious. Hungry for blood.Bloody sharks.My apartment is flooded with the press at theoent so I am hiding out at the foundation office, but I can’t think. My assistant knocks twice, then peeks her head in. She looks scared.“What?!” I snap at her "They froze the accounts," she says. Quiet, like if she says it too loud the walls will collapse.I blink. "Which ones?"She swallows. "All. The operating account, the campaign fund, even your personal cards are getting flagged."“What about the ones I just opened last-”“Frozen too. It was flagged when you opened it.”Fuck.I grab my bag. "Tell Jerome to meet me at the bank. Now."Outside, the cameras are already waiting. I should have expected that.Still, I k

POV: ALINAThe first time I ask him, he just stares at me like I have lost my mind.“Publicly?” Damien says, one brow raised. “You want me to go out with you. In public. For what, exactly?”I bite the inside of my cheek to steady myself. My heart is already racing, and we are not even at the hard part yet. He is standing by the window in his kitchen, arms crossed, sunlight cutting sharp lines across his face. I hate how calm he looks. Like nothing can touch him. Like I am the only one still shaking from everything.I hate how he makes me feel this way.“For the next move,” I say, trying to sound like I know exactly what I am doing. “I need them to see us. Together.”He laughs, but there is no humor in it. “Right. You need the image. Not the man.”“That is not fair.”“It is not? Could have fooled me.”I open my mouth, then close it again. I don’t know what to say. I am not lying to him, not really. But I am not giving him everything either. That used to work. Not anymore.“Damien-”He

POV: DAMIENIt starts in a ballroom. One of those events with velvet ropes and gold logos slapped on photo walls, where everybody is dressed like they are rich and important even if they are not, and everybody acts like they matter even if they don’t. I am only here because Kaia asked me to come. No, told me. She said it like it was a favor to her. She said it like it would be quick.But nothing is ever quick with Kaia.And I like the love sick puppy that I am agreeShe is across the room now, laughing softly with some ambassador whose name I don’t remember. Her hand is on his arm. Her smile is polished. Her dress is the kind that makes men forget their last name. And me? I am just a shadow she brought along.Until Nicholas walks in.He walks in like he owns the air. Wears his anger like it’s a tailored suit. The moment he spots me, his eyes harden. Something shifts. People move around us, music plays, cameras flash, but his attention is glued to me like a loaded gun.He doesn’t come

POV: Alina“Don’t lose yourself to them, Alina.”That is all he keeps saying to me.Damien.Over and over and over again I stare at the ceiling like it’s going to answer for me. Like it’ll tell me where the line is. What I’ve crossed. What I’m about to cross next. But it says nothing. It never does.The message ends. Silence.I hit play again.His voice used to feel like air. Like quiet in the middle of a storm. But now? Now it feels like guilt.Still, I don’t delete it.I lower the volume, set the phone down, and turn back to my laptop. There’s one more file to push.The evidence sits in a folder labeled neatly: “E.C. – Estate + Fund.” It’s not flashy. Just numbers. Transactions. Dates. But anyone who knows how to read them will see the story: Elena Cross has been laundering money through land deals. And not just any money—dirty money that once belonged to her husband. That man’s grave is cold, but his sins still smell like fresh blood.I lean back, take a long sip of coffee—black,

POV: SASHA I light a cigarette I don’t want and lean back in the car seat, watching the old building across the street like it's a game board. Nathaniel thinks I’m weak because I went quiet. That silence means I’m done. But I’ve never been more awake in my life.He hit rock bottom and tried to drag me with him. But I didn’t break. I stepped back. Watched. Listened. And now I see it. All of it.The numbers don’t lie.Cross Industries is bleeding.I knew something was off when I saw the ledger from the Whitebridge deal. Accounts frozen. Payments delayed. Vendors spooked. That’s not market nerves. That’s sabotage.He used to look at me like I was his ally, like I was the one holding the leash on this world of his. Now? Now he barely looks at me at all. And when he does, it’s with that edge, that flicker of suspicion, like I’m not on his side anymore.Maybe I’m not.I sit in the back of my car outside the Midtown club, legs crossed, one finger tapping against the leather seat. I’ve alrea