All Chapters of Rebirth of The Forsaken Heiress: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The black car cruised smoothly through the city. Morning light poured in through the windows, but the air inside was far from warm.Lucian sat by the window, arms folded, gaze unmoving. Damien sat beside him, one leg crossed, glancing every now and then like he was deciding whether to poke a sleeping bear.Eventually, Damien broke the silence."So... breakfast with the family. Can’t remember the last time we all did that. I think Sebastian was still pretending to be a vegetarian back then."Lucian didn’t laugh. He didn’t even blink.Unbothered, Damien kept going. "You know, you’ve always had this... very specific talent for making a room go silent without saying a word. It's impressive. Terrifying, but impressive."Lucian said nothing.Damien sighed, drumming his fingers lightly on his knee. "Look, I’m not trying to be annoying. I just figured maybe this time we could talk like brothers instead of... I don’t know, cold war diplomats."Lucian finally turned to face him, brows slightl

Eleanor walked slowly down the west wing corridor, past the long, quiet stretch of halls that felt colder and more distant than the rest of the estate. This part of the house felt like it belonged to someone who preferred silence over company. She reached the door at the end, hesitated for a second, then let herself in.Lucian’s room was darker than she expected. Not gloomy, but composed. Muted grays, deep navy, a lot of books on the shelf. Her eyes lingered on the corner table stacked with files, the untouched reading chair by the window, and the simple bed with crisp linens. Every detail was precise, like him.Lucian leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed. “Too small for you?”Eleanor blinked. “What?”He gestured around the room. “The space. It’s not exactly what most women dream of, is it?”She shook her head with a small laugh. “No, I like it.”Lucian gave a faint smile, then turned and pulled his polo over his head, revealing his chiseled upper body beneath. Eleanor imm

The morning sun filtered through the windows as Eleanor stepped out of her room, dressed in a sleek cream blazer and tailored trousers. Today’s her official debut at the company. Her first real project presentation. Her first time standing before the board.She has to ensure no one would ruin it.“Oh, Lady Eleanor!” Jane called, catching up. She wore her usual polite smile and carried a fresh cup of coffee. “Wait, your collar’s a little uneven. Let me just fix it real quick—”Jane’s hand was already reaching for Eleanor’s shoulder when Eleanor stepped back.It was subtle but firm. Enough to make Jane pause mid-air.“I got it,” Eleanor said with a small smile. “But thanks.”Jane blinked, masking her reaction quickly. “Oh. Okay. Just thought I’d help.”“I know,” Eleanor replied, already adjusting the blazer herself. “But I prefer doing it on my own today.”It was in this exact moment, in her past life, that Jane had reached behind her and under the guise of fixing a seam, she clipped a

The world was quiet when Eleanor woke up.Not the sterile quiet of a boardroom or the eerie calm after embarrassment. It was softer. Gentler. The kind that wraps around you like a blanket before you fully come to.Her eyes fluttered open.The first thing Eleanor noticed was the light. Outside the car, the ocean stretched endlessly below a cliff, and the waves glittered under a pale blue sky.She blinked, confused for a moment… until she saw Lucian.He sat in the driver’s seat, calm, his elbow resting on the window, his fingers absently tapping the leather. His suit was off, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up. His gaze was fixed on the sea.She shifted slightly and Lucian felt her.“You’re awake,” he said, voice low.She nodded, trying to sit up straighter. “Where are we?”“A lookout point. South cliff. I figured it was better to take you away for a while.”Eleanor let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “So… you drove me here?”Lucian nodded once.She turned her head towa

The silence in the sedan was a suffocating, heavy blanket. Every bump in the road was a jolt, every passing streetlight a flash that illuminated the cold fury on Jane’s face. Jane stared out the window, but she wasn’t seeing the city. She was seeing Lucian’s hand, the glint of the silver chain just before it snapped. She was seeing Eleanor’s face, that brief flicker of panic followed by a composure that was more infuriating than any tears.Mr. Aldridge sat beside Jane in the passenger seat, his hands resting stiffly on his knees. He hadn’t said a word since they left the estate. His profile was a mask of dignified, silent shame. But it wasn’t his shame Jane cared about. It was her own humiliation. It tasted like metal in her mouth.The car didn’t pull up to a humble apartment complex or a modest suburban house. It slid into a private underground garage beneath a sleek, modern glass-and-steel condominium building in the city’s most expensive district. The contrast to the servant’s qu