All Chapters of The Lost Heiress’s Glorious Return: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Chapter Thirty-One

Isabella’s POVThe city outside Mia’s apartment was quiet, but my mind was anything but. Even before I opened my eyes, the memory of that text still pressed against me like a weight: Stop looking for her.It should have scared me into silence, into folding away the pieces of my past and tucking them into some corner where no one could reach. But instead, it made me restless, determined. Whoever had sent that message underestimated me. Maybe once, I had been the kind of woman who ran from shadows. Not anymore.I pushed the blanket off and sat up, running a hand over my face. My chest still tightened whenever I thought of Damon, Kiara, the divorce, the chaos that had shredded the life I thought I knew. But this wasn’t about them anymore. This was about me, about Marie Leigh, about a truth buried under smoke and silence.Mia stirred beside me. She always claimed she wasn’t a morning person, but her eyes fluttered open as though she had felt my restlessness through the air itself. “You di

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Chapter Thirty-Two

Damon’s POVThe hospital room smelled faintly of antiseptic and the lingering aroma of cleaning supplies. Morning light crept through the blinds, sharp and unforgiving, cutting across the pale walls. I sat on the edge of the bed, hands pressed into my knees, staring at the floor as if it held the answers I was looking for. My ribs throbbed with the reminder of bruises and stitches, but it was the weight in my chest that burned hotter—the knowledge that I’d let her slip away. Isabella.Discharge papers sat on the bedside table, untouched. I didn’t move until the nurse knocked softly and wheeled the clipboard in.“Mr. Whitmore, your doctor cleared you for discharge,” she said, her voice polite but firm. “Someone will need to take you home. Do you have arrangements?”I nodded without speaking, my throat too tight to trust my voice. She left, and the room fell back into quiet. Quiet except for the relentless beating of my thoughts.I hadn’t heard from Isabella since that visit. I shouldn’

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Chapter Thirty-Three

Isabella's POVThe address glowed on my phone screen like a dare. I stared at it, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. The sender was unknown, the number untraceable, yet the message was unmistakably directed at me. Come here. Alone.My first instinct was disbelief. It could be a trap. Someone could be watching. Someone could be waiting. And yet, somewhere deep in the pit of my chest, determination sparked. Whoever had sent this underestimated me. I wasn’t the same woman I had been eight years ago. I wasn’t running anymore.Mia’s voice broke through the haze of my thoughts. “You’ve been staring at that for ten minutes, Isabella. What’s the verdict?”I swallowed, my fingers tightening around the phone. “It’s… an address. They want me to go. Alone.”Her brow furrowed. “Alone? That’s—dangerous.”“Dangerous is relative,” I muttered, more to myself than to her. “If I don’t go, I’ll never know anything. Not about her… not about me.”Mia exhaled, but her eyes didn’t waver fr

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Chapter Thirty-Four

Kiara’s POVI woke before dawn, the penthouse silent except for the faint hum of the city far below. Sleep had abandoned me hours ago, leaving my thoughts restless and sharpened like knives. My body curled beneath the covers, yet my mind ran circles, replaying every moment from the past twenty-four hours. The intrusion. The audacity. Isabella was standing in Damon’s hospital room, calm, composed, as if she belonged there.Belonged. That word burned on my tongue. Belonged. Not me. Never me.I traced my fingers along the cool edge of the glass coffee table. My reflection stared back at me from the windowpane, pale in the early light. I pressed my palm against the glass and imagined it was his—Damon’s. The one that had once been mine to hold, mine to command, mine to love without contest. And now, it wasn’t.I wasn’t the woman he had first met seven years ago, either. Time had shaped me, honed me, sharpened my instincts. But Isabella… Isabella had walked into our lives and turned everyth

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Chapter Thirty-Five

Isabella’s POVThe moment the door of Mia’s apartment clicked shut behind me, a shiver ran down my spine. Adrenaline still pulsed through my veins, a stubborn reminder that the encounter earlier had been anything but ordinary. I clutched the paper—the second address—tight in my hand. Proof of the trail, yet caution threaded through every thought.The woman I’d met had seemed calm, composed, utterly in control. But her warning carried a weight that pressed against my chest: “Marie Leigh is a name you shouldn’t trust.”The name lingered like smoke, intangible yet suffocating, teasing at the edges of memories I still couldn’t grasp. I sank into the living room sofa, the cushions absorbing tension I could no longer contain. Every detail from the apartment—the hallway, the faint scent of something floral edged with metal—replayed in my mind with unfair clarity.I exhaled slowly, grounding myself. I had survived this encounter. I wasn’t running anymore. But that didn’t mean I could afford c

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Chapter Thirty-Six

Damon’s POVSeveral days of rest hadn’t cleared my head. The office buzzed with life phones ringing, keyboards clattering, papers shifting but my mind was elsewhere. I leaned back in my chair, fingers drumming against the polished desk, eyes skimming the spreadsheet in front of me though nothing registered. The numbers blurred, meaningless. All I saw was the photograph Marcus had sent.Isabella. Walking through the city streets. Alone.I replayed it until the image blurred, memorizing the tilt of her head, the sweep of her hair, even the shadow that followed her. Each detail etched itself into my memory. My chest tightened, a cocktail of obsession, unease, and the tiniest thread of fear. Someone had sent me that image. Someone wanted me to see her. But why? Was it a warning, a test, or a trap designed to manipulate my next move?I stood abruptly, pacing my office, boots clicking against the floor. My muscles still ached, bruises etched across my chest and ribs like a stubborn map of p

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Chapter Thirty-Seven

Kiara’s POVThe city slept. But I was already at war. Even at this hour, lights spilled across the skyline, a restless pulse of life below. From my apartment window, I could see the glow stretch endlessly, cars slicing through the night like veins of fire. But none of it touched me. None of it reached the storm that churned in my chest.I sat on the edge of the couch, glass of wine balanced loosely in my hand, the deep red liquid catching the light. I swirled it slowly, staring at the spiral it formed before lifting it to my lips. It tasted like nothing. Bitter, flat. Just like everything else lately.Damon.His name was a constant, echoing in my head whether I wanted it there or not. Damon pacing his office, Damon shutting me out with clipped words, Damon looking at me like I was an inconvenience. Seven years ago, I hadn’t just been in his world I had been his world. The first, the only. The one he couldn’t let go of.And then she had come. Isabella.I tilted my head back, closing my

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Chapter Thirty-Eight

Isabella’s POVThe street was quieter than it had any right to be.Mia and I walked side by side, our footsteps muffled against cracked pavement. It was late, but not so late that the city should have been this still. A faint hum of traffic buzzed in the distance, yet here, in this forgotten corner, silence ruled.I tightened my grip on the folder clutched under my arm, which had first led us here: Apartment 12-C. A single line was scrawled in the margin of my hospital file, as if someone wanted me to find it or burn in the curiosity it stirred.The building loomed ahead, half-forgotten, its brickwork blackened in patches by time and smoke. My throat tightened at the sight. Smoke. Fire. My memories tugged in jagged bursts flames licking walls, my own hands reaching for someone I couldn’t name, the crackle of wood collapsing.“Are you ready?” Mia’s voice cut through my spiraling. She looked at me, steady and grounded, her arm brushing mine as though to anchor me.“Ready or not…” My voi

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Chapter Thirty-Nine

Damon’s POVThe night air cut sharply against my skin, slicing through the haze of Kiara’s perfume that still clung to my jacket. I hated that it lingered, sweet, heavy, poisonous like an unwelcome reminder of her whispered promises. Promises meant to pull me back into her web, meant to make me forget the one woman I couldn’t seem to let go of.“If you walk out that door, Damon… I swear you’ll regret it.”Her voice rang in my head, velvet-coated and dangerous. She wanted me to forget Isabella, to let her fade into silence while Kiara wrapped herself around me again.But I couldn’t.No matter how many times I told myself I should, no matter how many nights I tried drowning Isabella out with work, Kiara, or even anger… I couldn’t. The more I tried to bury her, the deeper she carved herself into me.By the time I reached my car, my pulse was hammering too fast for reason. I yanked the door open and slid behind the wheel, gripping it hard enough that my knuckles whitened.Marcus’s last re

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Chapter Forty

Isabella’s POVThe apartment was too quiet. Too still.Silence weighed like a blanket pressing down on my lungs, making each breath feel borrowed. Every creak of the old building seemed amplified, every distant honk or motorcycle rumble carried through the thin walls and slammed into my skull. Even the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen seemed too loud, too sharp against the fragile stillness of the night.A streetlight outside flickered in uneven bursts, its glow spilling across the walls in jittery fragments, as if the room itself were restless, unable to stay still. The shadows shifted with every pulse of light, bending into shapes that felt almost alive, watching, waiting.Mia slept soundly in the next room or at least I told myself she did. But I couldn’t. Sleep clung to me like a stranger’s coat: heavy, suffocating, but never truly mine. My body ached for rest, yet my mind roared, circling the same dark thoughts over and over again.I paced. Back and forth. The thin carpet m

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