All Chapters of Rebirth of The Forsaken Heiress: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ROTHSCHILD INDUSTRIESThe rain outside lashed against the glass of the skyscraper, distorting the London skyline into a smear of gray and charcoal. Inside, the silence was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic tapping of Lucian’s pen against his desk.He wasn't looking at the Sentinel acquisition reports that Simone had demanded. He was looking at a personal ledger he had pulled from the archives—Damien’s private expenses from the last quarter.Berlin. Berlin. Berlin.The charges were obscure. Rental of a private medical facility. Payments to a specialized pharmacological supplier. A monthly stipend to a Dr. Heinrich Weber, a man whose credentials Lucian had looked up: Trauma and Memory Regression Specialist.Lucian frowned, his brow furrowing. Why would Damien, the brother who spent his days attending art auctions and his nights drinking vintage wine, be funding a memory specialist? Damien didn't have the stomach for the family’s darker business. He had always been the gentle one, the w

The storm that had chased Lucian from London had finally caught him in Germany. Thunder rattled the windows of the rental car as Lucian sped up the long, gravel driveway, the headlights cutting through the deluge to reveal the imposing silhouette of the manor.He didn't park. He abandoned the car near the fountain, leaving the door open to the rain.He walked up the steps, his coat soaked within seconds. He didn't ring the bell. He pounded on the heavy oak door with a fist that felt like iron."Damien!" he roared, his voice competing with the thunder. "Open the door!"There was no answer.Lucian stepped back, wiping rain from his eyes. He looked at the keypad security system. It was an older model. He guessed the code based on Damien’s old habits–the date Damien’s own mother, Matilda.1-0-2-4.The lock clicked. The light turned green.Lucian kicked the door open.The foyer was warm and dimly lit, smelling of lavender and old wood."Lucian?"Damien Rothschild appeared at the top of the

VALEMONT MANOR - THE MAIN ENTRANCEThe storm that had started in Berlin seemed to have followed them across the channel. Thunder shook the very foundations of Valemont Manor, rattling the stained-glass windows of the foyer like the fist of an angry god.Eleanor stood by the heavy oak door, her hand hovering over the latch. She checked the security monitor again. A black sedan was parked haphazardly at the bottom of the steps, headlights cutting through the deluge."I told security not to let anyone in," she muttered, frustration tightening her jaw. "Especially not a Rothschild.""It’s Lucian," Alistair said, standing behind her, calm as always. "He wouldn't be here unless it was an emergency. And... he isn't alone."Eleanor threw the door open, ready to tell Lucian exactly which part of 'stay away' he didn't understand. The wind whipped rain into the hallway instantly, soaking the rug."Lucian, I told you—"She stopped.Two men stood on the porch, drenched to the bone, shivering viole

VALEMONT MANOR - THE LIBRARYThe morning sun cut through the heavy velvet drapes of the library, illuminating a room that felt less like a home and more like a bunker.Lucian sat at the head of the oak table. The fever had broken during the night, leaving him pale and hollow-cheeked, but his eyes were sharp. He wore a fresh shirt Alistair had provided, the sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms tense with energy.Opposite him, Damien was pacing. He looked different today—less like the frightened boy who had arrived in the rain, and more like someone who had spent years silently observing the enemy."It’s not enough," Damien said, breaking the silence. He stopped pacing and looked at the whiteboard where Lucian had mapped out Simone’s network. "I’ve gone through the Berlin archives. We have proof of the payments. We have proof of the therapy. But Simone has insulated himself.""He has judges in his pocket," Lucian admitted, his voice raspy. "And he has the press. If we file charges, he w

The rain had stopped, but the air inside the library remained heavy, charged with the static of unresolved grief.On the oak table, old police reports were spread out like a fan. Photos of a mangled sedan, skid marks on a wet highway, and a toxicology report that had been falsified to blame the victim.Lucian stood by the fireplace, staring into the flames. He had sneaked out of the penthouse while Jane was in a pill-induced sleep, risking everything to bring these files to Eleanor."It’s not here," Damien said, rubbing his eyes. He pushed a file away. "We have proof of the money laundering. We have proof of Liana’s imprisonment. But the crash... Simone scrubbed it clean.""He didn't scrub everything," Lucian said, his voice low. "The mechanic who signed off on the vehicle inspection two days before the crash. His name was missing from the official police docket, but I found it in Simone’s personal ledger. A payout of fifty thousand pounds, dated the day after the funeral.""A payoff,