All Chapters of The Lost Heiress’s Glorious Return: Chapter 81 - Chapter 85

Damon’s POVI woke to a room full of noise.Not the ordinary hum of messages and calendar alerts. This was the sudden, sharp clamor that says something has already broken. Phones buzzed, news pings stacked on the nightstand, and a muted TV threw images across the ceiling. For a moment I lay still, letting the sound find me.Marcus’s name flashed across the screen again and again. I hit speakerphone before I was fully awake.“You see this?” Marcus’s voice was flat. Behind him, other voices moved like a current. Whatever was happening had already started.I turned up the TV. The anchor was polished and calm, then footage rolled: chandeliers, clinking glasses, the charity gala. The camera tightened on a woman at the podium. The pendant at her throat caught the light. The invitation on the table read Marisol Abram.Isabella. Marisol. She stood at the microphone with her shoulders even and her chin lifted. The woman on the screen was not fragile. She was forged by what had tried to destroy

Uncle’s POV The city looks smaller tonight.From the top floor of Abram Tower the skyline fractures across the glass in gold and blue. Down there life goes on, lights flicker, cabs circle, but I know the world has changed. Everything tilted on one voice.Marisol Abram.My screens flare with her name. Anchors pick apart the image of her at the podium that calm, measured face as she looked at me and said the things I never expected to hear. And somehow, the world believed her.I turn the volume up until the anchor’s practiced cadence overwhelms the room.“…following last night’s confrontation, public sentiment has shifted in favor of Marisol Abram, now confirmed as the rightful heir…”I slam the remote down. The clatter dies into the steady hum of traffic below and the pulse in my temples.I fumble for my phone and start calling. Head of media straight to voicemail. Communications director voicemail. The PR chief finally answers, voice tight.“Sir, the coverage is everywhere. We’re try

Isabella’s POVThe morning light felt different.It wasn’t harsh or cold. It was soft and golden, spilling through the curtains like the first breath after a long storm. For a moment, I didn’t move. I simply lay there, letting the warmth stretch across my face. It didn’t feel like survival anymore. It felt like peace.Then my phone began buzzing, vibrating against the nightstand with a chorus of alerts and messages.At first, I ignored it. But curiosity or maybe instinct made me reach for it.The first headline almost made me drop the phone.ABRAM EMPIRE EXPOSED: YEARS OF FRAUD, FIRE COVER-UP, AND STOLEN FORTUNE UNCOVERED.I sat up, heart pounding. Article after article filled the screen, evidence, files, statements. My uncle’s face was everywhere, but not as the powerful man he once was. The world finally saw him for what he truly was.The forged medical records.The laundered accounts.The manipulated inheritance.Even the truth about the fire that nearly killed me.It was all there