Chapter Thirty One

LEINA When I finally pull into Natalie's driveway, she’s already at the door, hair in a messy bun, robe cinched tightly around her waist. She looks…rattled. I don't miss the hickey marks all over her neck.My lips lift in a smirk. “Well, you have a right to be pregnant.” A pink hue covers her cheek. “Last night was a blast. I told him about the pregnancy and he went all cave man on me.” “What do you expect?” I ask, shaking my head as she closed the door behind her. “With that lingerie you wore.” Her laughter is soft as she leads me to her living room.The living room smells faintly of coffee. Papers are scattered over the coffee table—printouts, screenshots, photographs. My heart gives a nervous thud.Natalie gestures to the couch. “Have a seat. Breakfast will be ready in a while.”I perch on the edge, my bag still in my lap. “You’re scaring me.”She laughs. “Relax, it's nothing serious. Relax, there's nothing to be scared of.” My fingers freeze on the folder. “What do you mean?”

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Chapter Thirty Two

Clara doesn’t move at first. She’s still gripping Jonah’s little shoulders as if I’m going to snatch him away. Her eyes dart toward the closed door, then back to me. For a heartbeat she looks like a cornered animal.“I can’t,” she whispers.“You can,” I tell her gently. “It’s just us now. He’s not here.”Her chin trembles. “You don’t understand. He…he promised he’d take Jonah if I ever told anyone.”“I do understand.” My voice comes out firmer than I expect. “I’ve seen the reports, Clara. The bruises. Natalie found everything. You don’t have to hide anymore.”Her breath comes in short, sharp bursts. Then, slowly, she rolls up the sleeve of her blouse. Angry purple bruises bloom along her upper arm, fingerprints dark against pale skin. “This was last week,” she says flatly. She turns her wrist, there’s a faint, healing cut. “And this.”The air in the small room feels too thin. Jonah shifts in his wheelchair, small hands tightening on his tablet. “Mommy…” he murmurs.“It’s okay, sweethe

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Chapter Thirty Three

DAMIEN The room is quiet except for the low hum of the heater and the occasional creak of the old house settling. Leina’s curled on the bed, her breathing deep and even, finally resting after days of strain. I sit in the armchair near the window, phone in hand, nursing my shoulder and trying not to wake her.I'm going through emails when my phone screen lights up. Carlos.I answer on the first ring, keeping my voice low. “This better be good.”There’s a pause, then Carlos exhales sharply. “ Damien, you are not going to like this.”My grip tightens. “Say it.”“It’s about Leina’s mother. She's alive.”Every muscle in my body stills. I glance at the bed, at the woman sleeping peacefully, blissfully unaware. My pulse hammers. “Ate you drunk, Carlos. Her mother died when she was little.”“That’s what everyone was told,” he says grimly. “But I just got word from a contact in Valencia. She’s alive. Or at least…there’s someone fitting her exact description being kept under tight watch in a

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Lahat ng Kabanata ng RISE OF THE FORGOTTEN HEIRESS : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 33

Chapter Thirty One

Chapter Thirty Two

Chapter Thirty Three