All Chapters of DARLA FIN:THE HEIRESS'S WICKED REBIRTH: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Darla's POVMy feet stalled. The room sounded far away.I forced my face back to neutral. “That’s not funny,” I whispered.Sam’s face gave nothing away, just that same easy smile, like he’d told me something harmless.“I’m not joking,” he said, eyes calm like he’d only asked for another photo. “Be careful. Xavier is like a serpent, he would curl around your skin like a friend and bite you where you won't expect. He did the same thing to your dad."I swallowed hard, didn't know what to say. I just stared at him like he was speaking some foreign language.He stepped back, pocketed his phone, and his smile returned like a mask. “Great shot by the way. Thanks for your time. We'd see some other time.” Then he turned and drifted toward the bar.I watched him as he walked away until he was out of my view. Then I smoothed my dress and walked back to the table. My pulse was loud in my ears.Xavier’s gaze lifted the second I approached. “Is everything alright?”“Fine,” I said, sitting. I reache

Darla's POVStretching across my bed, I smiled to myself “Today is going to be good,” I whispered, as if daring fate to disagree. I had managed to dribble meeting up with Xavier today.I rang the bell for the maid, and a moment later, she appeared at the door with her usual calm expression.“Good morning, ma’am,” she said politely.“Morning. Please prepare my breakfast. Something light, but don’t skip the fresh orange juice. I feel like spoiling myself today.”She bowed her head slightly. “Of course, ma’am.”I hummed a little tune while picking out my clothes. Nothing too extravagant, just something chic enough to look effortlessly put together. I hurried off to the shower and took a quick bath.By the time I finished dressing, the smell of freshly baked bread and eggs drifted into my room, pulling me to the dining area.I went downstairs and saw that the table was set beautifully, as always. I sat down, ready to dig in, when something caught my eye. The television mounted on the

Darla's POVIt wasn't Jace. Just another assistant walking in with files.I nearly laughed again. "Of course," I said under my breath. "He keeps me waiting."The director broke in, attempting to fill the silence. "He'll be here soon. He knows he has to face this."I shook my head. "No. Jace doesn't handle things. He runs. Or worse, he hides behind games and blackmail. He'll drag this out until he finds some other way to come at me."I collapsed into a chair finally, not from tranquility but from exhaustion. The weight of it all crushed me.I should have killed him when I first had the chance.I drummed my fingers on the table, harder, crisper with each strike, as if hammering home my anger. "When he gets here," I breathed, more to myself than anyone else, "he won't be fond of how I get to him."And yet, even as I was saying it, I could feel the sting of Jace's words in that message. His threat. His smirk in my mind.Unless you comply, I'll put the video up.I clenched my fists ag

Darla's POVThe director, Mavin, looked straight at Xavier. “Thanks for coming on such short notice,” he said.Xavier leaned back in the chair like he owned the place. “I had to be here,” he answered calmly. “I need to manage this before it affects the project.”My heart was still racing. I didn’t say a word. I just sat there, my hands on my lap, pretending I was calm.Melanie turned to Mavin. “Wait, you called Xavier?” she asked, her tone sharp.Mavin nodded. “Yes, I did.”Richard frowned. “I didn’t know you were coming,” he told Xavier.Xavier’s gaze moved to Richard. “I didn’t know you would be here either. This is a matter concerning the casts, and you’re not part of the casts. But it’s fine. To prevent wasting time, let’s have Mavin go straight to the point.”His voice was firm, and everyone went quiet again.Mavin cleared his throat, his face serious. “It started when Melanie slapped Darla.”Melanie shot up in her seat, pointing her finger. “No! That’s not true! Darla slapped m

Darla's POVThe silence that ensued was oppressive. My chest heaved rapidly, as though I had held my breath the whole time.Jace's eyes searched wildly around the room, urgent, looking for someone to save him.Then he addressed me. His voice broke, his gaze wavering. "Darla, please. You have to believe me. Talk to Xavier for me. You know me. I would never, ever do something like that."I regarded him, empty, my heart unbroken. I remembered every insult, every insultingly snubbed insult, every patronizing smile and threat I had received from him. And now here he was, pleading.I got up slowly, grabbed my bag, and went past him in silence. My heels clicked on the floor, the sound echoing through the tense room. I didn't even look back.My driver was standing at the entrance when I reached the entrance. I opened the car door and got in. "Take me home," I grumbled under my breath.He got into the car, started the engine, and drove away.I returned home an hour afterward. My head was still