All Chapters of The Heiress Curse; Reborn For A Cause : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Food? What food?”, Emma asked, confusion painting her entire face.The man’s laughter was loud and booming, like she’d just told the best joke in the world. “Ah, you are teasing me already! Just like last time.”“Last time?” she asked slowly.“Yes, yes! The conference in Oran, four years ago! You were, how do you say, a storm in the negotiations. I still tell people about you!”Emma’s mind scrambled. Four years ago, she was… well, she didn’t know where she was. Probably not sipping mint tea in Algeria making stormy negotiations. “I think you might be mistaking me for someone else”, she said plain and clear.But he just waved it off. “Pah! You changed your name, not your face or voice. No matter. I know my friends when I see them.”Friends. Right. She was friends with a billionaire from Algeria? Before she could press further, he leaned back in his chair, beaming. “You tell me where you want us, and we will come. Anywhere. Any terms you set, we will discuss.”That… was not how these m

This was the third time that Matthew was swiping away the contents of his desk that week. All the strange feelings that had arisen in him when he was talking to Emma were suddenly replaced with overwhelming hatred for Ross. The man had sent him a notice for his transfer.Of all places, it had to be England. Ross knew just how much Matthew hated England. Matthew remembered telling him very vividly about the enemies he had made in England and how they liked to make his life hell, and Ross had decided to transfer him there either way?He would never let this stand.He stomped out of his office and went to the top floor. Ross’ secretary didn’t let him through.“He’s currently busy sir”, the woman said, stern faced like her aggravating boss. Matthew didn’t even have the time to use his disarming smile on her and just walked straight into the office, ignoring the woman calling after him.“Ross, what the fuck do you mean by this?” he said as he banged open the door. Ross didn’t even look

The anniversary night came faster than Emma expected. The week leading up to it had been a blur of meetings, last-minute menu adjustments, photographer negotiations, and constant “friendly suggestions” from the one blonde woman with a crew cut about everything from the floral arrangements to the precise shade of champagne in the table linens. Her name was Karen. She lived up to it. It had been exhausting. She’d gone home each evening with the faint smell of glue from sample decor boards clinging to her hair and a mental list of things she’d need to chase down the next morning. Eliana had even scrubbed her hair once, the experience was just the slightest bit scary because she didn’t know whether Eliana was planning to kill her by twisting her head around when she was defenseless, but the woman had been in a good mood since Mr Bekkali had agreed to a physical meeting. It had been shifted down by two months because Ross decided it was best for them to sort the G-Apex project a bi

Emma woke up before he did. At first she didn’t even open her eyes. Her body felt heavy and boneless, like the sheets had swallowed her whole. The bed was soft, the sheets silky, and the steady warmth on her side was very welcome. Her head was buzzing in a dull way, the kind that came after too much wine and too little water. Her chest rose and fell with the steady rhythm of another person’s breath. She opened her eyes. The hotel curtains let in a single stripe of pale morning light. It caught on the edges of the room, on the chair where her clothes had been left in a careful heap courtesy of the polite and cultured man she had rolled in the sheets with, on the empty glasses on the table, on the undone tie draped over the lamp. The air smelled faintly of cologne and champagne and the heat of skin that had touched skin too many times to count. Ross’s head was pillowed against her chest. He looked like he had been glued to her during the night, his arm draped across her waist, hi

Eliana felt her hopes and expectations shatter to nothingness as she opened the file that had been sent to her by her private investigators. It was about a woman matching Emma’s description. In the file, it said that she had a loving family and fiance, that she ran away from to elope with a man. Apparently, with the arrangement of the dates, she had eloped with the man on the night of her company’s anniversary, and wasn’t seen again. Eliana and Ross had found her three months after she eloped. Eliana bent down to pick up her phone, her mind carefully blank. She had calculated all the odds of what Emma’s background could be. She had imagined the possibilities of what would happen if she was a spy, or a commoner, or someone from a rival company, or her enemy’s child. She never thought about whether Emma was a faithful person or not, since her behavior had shown no proof in any form that she would ever do such a thing. Eliana grit her teeth, this was the last time she would ever let