All Chapters of DARLA FIN:THE HEIRESS'S WICKED REBIRTH: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Darla's POVAfter Jace mentioned the new project, my curiosity was piqued, but something in his tone kept me on edge. He sounded excited, almost too excited—like a man who knew more than he was willing to share.“So, Darla,” he said after a brief pause, “you should really think about getting in on this new project. From what I’ve heard, they’re already shortlisting actresses for the lead role.”I leaned back on my bed, twisting a strand of hair between my fingers. “And what makes you so sure I’d even be interested?”He chuckled softly. “Because I know you. You don’t like sitting on the sidelines. You like the spotlight, and this—this could be your big one, bigger than Sinclair. If you play your cards right, this role could define your entire career.”“Define, or destroy?” I murmured quietly, though he didn’t seem to catch that.“Listen, Darla,” he continued, his voice taking on that persuasive edge he always used when trying to win an argument. “You’ve got the face, the experience, an

Darla's POVHe glanced at me. “Richard?”I nodded.“I trust him to do what he thinks is best,” Xàvier said finally. “Even if it means stepping over people to do it.”“That’s not comforting,” I muttered.He chuckled. “Didn’t say it was supposed to be.”The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable — just charged. I could feel him thinking, the way I was thinking.Then he said, more softly, “You’re not still bothered about Melanie, are you?”I scoffed lightly. “Bothered? Please.”He smiled, not buying it. “You sure?”“Yes,” I said firmly. “Completely.”He reached across the console and took my hand, his thumb brushing slow circles on my skin. “Whatever happens tonight, you’re the only one I’m walking in with.”That made me look at him. His voice had dropped, low and warm, the way it always did when he wanted to make sure I was really listening.I wanted to say something witty, something teasing — but all that came out was a quiet, “You’re impossible.”He grinned. “I’ve been called wors

Darla's POVBefore I could respond, a photographer approached, asking if he could take a picture of us. Xàvier placed his arm around my waist, drawing me closer as we smiled for the camera. For a fleeting second, it felt like the world had quieted, the lights, the whispers, even the lingering glances from across the room.When the photographer left, Xàvier didn’t immediately let go. “You looked perfect,” he murmured, just loud enough for me to hear.“Flattery won’t save you if you make me late for the next round of greetings,” I said, but my voice came out softer than I meant.He grinned. “Then let’s not be late.”We walked further into the crowd together, greeting familiar faces, pretending the air behind us wasn’t charged with unspoken rivalry. Every so often, I caught Richard’s gaze from across the room. He didn’t smile, didn’t look away.Maybe Xàvier was right. Maybe he was starting to remember what he’d lost.But as Xàvier’s fingers brushed mine under the table a few minutes l

Darla's POVThat one caught me off guard. My cheeks warmed slightly, and I was grateful for the dim lighting. “You really don’t know when to stop, do you?”He chuckled. “Never.”I looked at him then, really looked, and for a moment, I saw more than the charming businessman everyone admired. I saw the man who’d always seen through my defenses, who knew how to both steady and unsettle me with a few words.“Fine,” I said, sighing with exaggerated reluctance. “I’ll talk to Jace again tomorrow. Maybe he can get me an audition.”“Good,” Xàvier said, satisfaction flashing across his face. “Because if you don’t, I’ll do it for you.”I laughed. “You wouldn’t.”“Try me.”His teasing tone made me roll my eyes, but I couldn’t help smiling. There was something magnetic about his confidence, how effortlessly he made everything seem possible.“Alright then, boss,” I said, mock-saluting him. “I’ll see what I can do.”He smiled, lifting his glass toward mine. “That’s my girl.”The soft clink of our

Melanie's POVThe silence in the car stretched, thick and suffocating, only broken by the low hum of the engine and the faint rhythm of the city outside the tinted windows. I sat stiffly in the passenger seat, staring out but not really seeing anything. My mind was too busy replaying Darla’s smirk at the event — “It seems Richard hasn’t been treating you well if he’s calling me.”That sentence looped in my head like a curse. She’d said it too confidently, too deliberately.I sneaked another look at Richard as he focused on the road, his hands steady on the wheel, his jaw relaxed or maybe pretending to be. I couldn’t tell.He caught me staring. “What?” he asked, his voice calm, though I saw the flicker of curiosity in his eyes.“Nothing,” I muttered, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach my lips.He nodded once and looked back ahead. I decided not to push it, not yet. I’d wait till we got home. The car ride wasn’t the place for the storm brewing in my chest.But I couldn’t help mys