All Chapters of The Lost Heiress’s Glorious Return: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Isabella’s POVThe silence between Damon and me was suffocating—so thick I could almost hear it. I sat across from him in his sleek office, the same space where we’d once laughed and talked about our dreams. But now, nothing felt familiar. Nothing felt warm. Just cold, sterile air and the weight of what was about to end.My eyes dropped to the paper on the table—divorce papers. My name stared back at me, printed in bold, formal ink. His signature was already there. Neat. Confident. Final. The man I had shared my soul with had already signed away our future.I blinked back the tears threatening to spill. I had promised myself I wouldn’t cry. Not in front of him. Not when he had chosen someone else.Damon stood by the window, hands in his pockets, back turned to me like I didn’t even exist. He was always good at distancing himself when things got real. The man who used to pull me into his arms at the end of a long day now couldn’t even look me in the eye.Funny how love fades when you l

Isabella’s POVEventually, I left the motel and returned home—though it didn’t feel like home anymore.I had been home for days. Alone.The kind of alone that gnawed at the bones, that made silence feel like a scream.Since walking out of Damon’s office, I hadn’t spoken to anyone. Not Mia. Not even the woman in the mirror. The divorce papers were signed. The ring I once wore so proudly was tucked away—like a wound I wasn’t ready to look at. I had severed the final thread, the one tying me to a life I thought would be mine forever.And still, I felt anything but free.The silence in the house was cruel. Not peaceful. Not healing. It mocked me with every creak of the floorboard, every drip from the leaky faucet in the kitchen. Every sound was a memory clawing its way back. The walls whispered his name. The couch still held the shape of us—curled together during movie nights that ended in laughter and kisses. Now, it just held me. Hollow.I sat on the edge of that same couch, clinging to

Isabella’s POVI moved to a motel after I left the house. Not because I wanted to—but because I had nowhere else to go.The silence in the motel room stretched between me and the faded walls, almost insulting in its weight—like it was daring me to break.I sat on the edge of the bed, my body stiff and fragile, as if the slightest movement might shatter everything inside me. The air smelled stale—old furniture and cheap cleaning spray, the kind that never quite masks the ache of forgotten memories. The curtains, yellowed and thin, filtered the late afternoon light into a dull orange haze. It should’ve felt like a fresh start.It didn’t.My suitcase sat zipped in the corner, staring back at me like a silent judge. I left the house three hours ago. I should’ve cried. I should’ve screamed. Instead, I just walked away.I hugged my knees to my chest and stared at the blank wall. My phone lay facedown beside me, the screen dark. I didn’t want to see it—not after the message that ended everyt

Isabella’s POVMia showed up just like she promised—twenty minutes after the call that changed everything. She didn’t ask me anything. She simply opened the car door, and I got in.I was grateful for that—for the silence, for the kindness that didn’t demand answers. My bag sat heavy on my lap, a reminder that everything I owned now fit into one compartment. The motel behind me blurred into the past, just another place I didn’t belong.She drove like she always had, one hand on the steering wheel, the other occasionally reaching for the radio dial. The familiar hum of an old R&B song played softly in the background. I looked out the window, letting the music fill in all the gaps I didn’t have the words for.The sun was still low, casting a soft gold across the trees lining the road. I didn’t ask where we were going. I didn’t care. Anywhere that wasn’t tied to Damon, to that house, to those memories that now felt like lies—was far enough.“I made up the guest room for you,” Mia said fina

Kiara’s POVThe city was quiet tonight, but my mind wasn’t.I stood by the window wrapped in one of Damon’s shirts, watching the lights flicker across the skyline like distant warnings. He was in the other room—alone, again. Probably poring over that damn report like it held the answer to all his regrets.Let him.Last night, he had been in my arms. In my bed. On top of me. Guilty or not, he came back.It doesn’t matter who was on his mind. His body reminded me.I pressed my fingers to my lips, still able to taste the heat of him, feel the ache of his weight, and the tremble in his breath. Was it real? Maybe not. But Damon didn’t give himself lightly—not even when he was broken.Especially not then.And right now, he was shattered.I should’ve felt guilty. But I didn’t. I was the one who knew his rhythm, the one who remembered him before the world did. Before her.What does she have that I don’t?She wasn’t prettier. She wasn’t smarter. She wasn’t me.And yet… Damon gave her everythin