Semua Bab HEIRESS REBORN: Bab 61 - Bab 70

POV: ELENAI should have said no. The moment Sasha brought up the grave, I should have shut it down. I should have walked away, told her to get some rest, called a doctor or sent her to resort slash rehab centre, pretended this whole thing was a delusion. But I didn't. And now here I am. Standing by a dug-up coffin in the might like some madwoman from a tabloid scandal, breathing in the thick smell of old dirt and guilt.I want to throw up."I can’t do this," I whisper, but it is too late. The coffin is open. The body is there or whatever is left of it.Sasha is staring down, wide eyed, like she is expecting the corpse to sit up and call her by name. Her hands are shaking. She has got dirt on her then and her blazer is wrinkled. Her mouth keeps moving like she is talking to herself but no sound is coming out.Pathetic.Really, what has gotten into these kids these days?"You need to get it together," I tell her. My voice is low but sharp. Too sharp. I am trying to keep control. I am t

POV: ELENA CROSSI'm not used to silence. Not like this. Not the kind that hangs in the air like a threat.Usually, when things get bad, I get louder. Calls. Damage control. Charm. Spin. But today, the phones don’t ring. No press statements. No assistant chirping updates. Just me, sitting in my office like a ghost waiting to be buried.Years and years of hard work, of bribes and bowing and lies and sacrifices… all down the drain.Just like that "Madam,” a knock sounds vefire the door opens. “He is out," my chief consultant says, voice stiff. He is standing by the door, not even pretending he wants to sit down like he used to. There is no need to. I have lost my throne. I am surprised he is even still here.“Who is our?” I murmur as I look away from him."The Peters fund. They have pulled everything."I stare at him. "Why?"He blinks. Like the answer is obvious. "The leak. The ethics hearing. The whisper campaigns. Teg graveyard blogs… need I go on.""That wasn’t me. That wasn’t—" I t

POV: NATHANIELI see the video go wild on the net and I know I am supposed to care about the optics, the angle, the edit, the headlines, the all so very clear way someone is attacking me. But I don’t. Not really.Because all I see is his hand on her waist. Damien fucking Voss. The way she laughs softly at something he whispers. The way she looked at him like he was made of something she wanted to taste. Kaia. That goddamn woman. That same unreadable look in her eyes that pisses me off more than anything.Except it is not unreadable as she looks at him. No, they are practically glowing.At another man.A man that is not me.It is infuriating.My phone won’t stop buzzing. PR is trying to spin it, and my assistant keeps dropping phrases like "unhinged" and "mental spiral" and "investor confidence."I ignore all of hem.Instead, I am gripping the remote too tight as I press the rewind button. I pause the screen. I zoom in. Her hand is resting on Damien’s arm. Not forced. Not shy. Like it

POV: SASHA"We need to talk.”That is the message I see the moment I wake up this morning.Not good morning. Not how are you doing.Just we need to talk.It seems despite been put on the outside in political circles, Elena's ego is still as gigantice as ever.Still, she is not wrong We do need to talk.So I text back.“Where?”Not less than a minute later, she sends the address.I walk into the private lounge Elena picked like I am walking into a dentist’s office, like there is something cold already crawling under my skin. She is seated, of course, legs crossed, drink in hand, staring at her phone like it is the enemy. Her expression doesn’t shift when she sees me.I’m already tense before I even sit down.There are white tablecloths everywhere I look. Waiters that look like they were raised to never blink. It is supposed to feel exclusive, expensive, controlled. But the second I see her,.already seated, not looking up from her phone, I know this isn’t a conversation. It is a verd

POV: NATHANIEL It is like every second, something else breaks.The headlines are a mess. My name is in bold red, my father's name is even bolder. Offshore accounts, shady land deals, city contracts bought and paid for under the table. Every one of them has a Cross signature on it.I should have known something was coming. But not this.I am sitting in this goddamn boardroom trying to hold my empire together, and they are all looking at me like I’m the weak linkI should be thinking about strategy.Damage control. Shareholder optics.But my brain keeps circling back to her. Kaia.It is getting pathetic, dare I say even obsessive I know. But I can’t stop.She is in my head. And she is not even trying.She hasn't picked my calls, it replied my emails. She still maintains that cold business like civility with me.It is maddening And yet, rvery time I see her, something in me short circuits. It’s like… she knows something I don’t. Like she has got a secret and I’m the punchline.I am in