All Chapters of Rebirth of The Forsaken Heiress: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Eleanor flew back as planned, arriving late in the evening. She felt a grim sense of purpose as the heavy secrets from Geneva fuelled her resolve. The next morning, she walked onto the executive floor of Valemont Industries, only to find the battlefield had already shifted.The atmosphere was different. It was a subtle shift, but unmistakable. The air, which had recently buzzed with a grudging respect for her, became thick with a tense silence. Colleagues who had congratulated Eleanor just days before now offered tight, fleeting smiles as they hurried past. Eleanor stopped at the desk of a junior assistant. A young, bright woman named Clara who recently entered the company. Clara refused to meet Eleanor’s eyes. Her fingers flew across her keyboard with an exaggerated intensity.“Clara,” Eleanor said, her voice calm but firm. “What is going on? Why does everyone look like they’ve just seen a ghost?”Clara flinched and her typing faltered. “I… I don’t know what you mean, Miss Valemo

The next morning, Valemont Industries became the heart of a coming storm. The gloom of the previous night had been burned away by a tense, electric energy that emanated from Eleanor. She stood at the head of the table, her laptop open, and with the damning secrets of the "Iris Project" file displayed for her parents and their head of PR to see.The PR head, Marcus, who had seen every dirty trick in the corporate playbook, stared at the screen, his face pale. “This… this is dynamite, Eleanor,” Marcus said with a shaky voice. “This is a criminal conspiracy.”Leon read through the nurse’s notes from Liana’s file. His expression hardened into a mask of cold fury. He had known Simone was ruthless, but this was a level of calculated evil he had not anticipated. He finally looked up, not at the file, but at his daughter, seeing her with new eyes. He had worried about her being burned in a Rothschild family squabble. He realized now that she was standing at the edge of a raging inferno.Elea

The official investigation was a lit match tossed on gasoline. The media frenzy was immediate and relentless, with reporters digging into the archives, searching for any connection between the city’s powerful families and St. Jerome’s. The name Rothschild was on every headline like a brand synonymous with scandal.Inside that besieged fortress, Simone Rothschild moved to consolidate his power. He summoned Jane and Delgado to his office. “This firestorm was a result of your incompetence,” Simone stated, his voice awas calm but menacing. He stood by his window, looking down at the city that was now buzzing with his secrets. “You created this problem. You will now solve it.”“Mr. Rothschild,” Delgado began, his usual composure frayed. “The girl went public. There is no way to contain…”“Containment is a strategy for the weak,” Simone cut him off, turning to face them. His eyes were like chips of ice. “I want a counter-narrative. I want a scapegoat. I want you to find a way to discredi

The District Attorney’s investigation into the Iris Project became a media firestorm for far too long that Simone anticipated. Every news channel, every financial blog, every society gossip column ran stories on the dark secrets of St. Jerome’s. The pressure on Simone Rothschild was immense. A tightening vise of public outrage and shareholder panic. Eleanor was unfazed with the recent incident and continued fighting for justice. Finally, Simone was forced to act. That morning, Rothschild building was besieged by reporters and satellite trucks. To quell the rising panic among his investors, Simone had no choice but to face them. He announced an impromptu press conference at the entrance of his corporate fortress.Eleanor watched the live feed from her office at Valemont Industries. She sat forward, her hands clasped on her desk, and her heart pounded in a steady, nervous rhythm. This was it. The moment of consequence. Her father and mother stood with her with a silent, supportive p

Lucian walked into the grand drawing room of the Rothschild estate and was met with a suffocating silence. He had left a family in ruins, and the pieces were still scattered where they had fallen. Simone stood by the fireplace, holding a whiskey. Sebastian was a crumpled figure on the sofa. Damien was a statue at the window, and Matilda sat apart from them all. Her face was pale and etched with a grief that was beyond tears.“So,” Simone said. His voice was a low growl without turning around. “My prodigal brother returns. Have you come to survey the damage you have caused?”“I have come to discuss our next move,” Lucian replied as he came to a stop in the center of the room.“Our next move?” Simone scoffed, finally turning to face him. “There is no ‘our’. There is you, and there is this family, which you have just set on fire.”It was Sebastian who spoke next. He looked up from his hands. He's pale and tear-streaked. His eyes were wide with a devastating, childlike confusion. “So it i