The Billion Dollar Heiress のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The Isla humiliation and hate train kept burning strong. With each passing second, a new horrible headline about her dropped. Her hostel was no longer safe, people had broken in and trashed her room. Paintings of her name, smeared with vile remarks, covered every corner of the school hall.She was too scared to even check her phone. Death threats kept piling up like a semi-truck, but Damien remained untouchable. Instead of losing support, he gained triple. People painted him as the victim- the man who had almost been sabotaged by an attention-seeking lowlife.The hate was too much for Isla to bear, so she decided to leave school for the time being."Isla, you don’t plan to lock yourself up in there forever, do you?" A familiar voice called from the door. Throughout the nightmare, Priya never left her side.But Isla wanted to be alone. Nothing could convince her to step outside. At least, that was what she thought- until a thunderous knock nearly rattled the door off its hinges.That c

Marriage? Isla couldn't believe her ears. She was just twenty years old and hadn’t figured out her life yet, but marriage was being thrown in her face."I understand your panic, but just keep in mind that I'm not pressuring you to give me an answer right now," Graham’s calm voice slipped into her head. "When do you need an answer?" Isla mumbled, struggling to find her voice."In about a month’s time, because the company needs to go on. If you are worried about Mr. Gareth, then you shouldn’t be. I can personally assure you that he is a very charming and gentle man," Graham tried to convince her.Isla guessed Gareth must be Harold’s son, but Graham's words didn’t make her feel better. If she were to agree based on charm, Damien was also charming—yet he did what he did. She didn’t even want to think about him right now."If you want, I can arrange a date for you and Mr. Gareth. Then you’d tell me for yourself if you are comfortable with getting married to him," Graham suggested.Isla sti

Isla didn't expect to enjoy the dinner date with Gareth, but he turned out to be everything Graham said he was. He didn’t judge or discriminate against her despite the things she thought would be embarrassing. At first, she found herself nervous, but by the end, she was laughing at a story Gareth told her while he drove her back to the penthouse."I have never enjoyed a date as much as I did today," Gareth admitted as he parked the car in her garage."Really?" Isla asked, finding herself blushing.He nodded. "You are really beautiful, Isla. I love your spirit, and I’m really happy my father made this arrangement."Isla blushed again. "Me too, I love your spirit too.""We definitely should go out again. I can take you on a tour around this place. I can show you some properties my father owned that Graham might not have introduced you to yet," Gareth suggested, carving his brows as he stared at her, waiting for her approval."I'd love that," Isla nodded.Gareth stepped down from the car

Chapter 8: The Aureum Ball Belongs To YouAs determined as ever, Isla trained relentlessly. She took her etiquette and social classes very seriously, pushed through her self-defense sessions, and even toured Harold’s company. Morning after morning, night after night, day after day, week after week, month after month until, at some point, she found herself in a wedding gown, standing at the altar with Gareth, exchanging rings, vows, and kisses. Then came years after years.Eight years later...The towering glass edifice of Khan’s Empire gleamed above the city skyline, its name etched in bold blue lettering at the grand entrance for all to see. The lobby shimmered with polished marble floors and glittering crystal chandeliers. Rows of sleek workstations buzzed with activity; laptops clicking, sketches being discussed, intercoms ringing endlessly, assistants striding past with the sharp click of heels against glass floors.Inside the boardroom, silence reigned. The long oak table, surroun

The Khan’s Empire board members sat around the long mahogany table in expectant silence. Isla, as always, took the head seat, dressed in her pressed navy-blue blazer and suit. Her sapphire ring caught the room’s light as she folded her arms beneath her chest, eyes fixed on the glowing projection on the screen.“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the Blue Flame Stone,” the presenter announced, stepping aside so the members could see the rotating image of a dazzling greenish blue gem glowing on the whiteboard.“A gemstone so rare that only two mines in the world produce it. Its lustre is unmatched, its durability greater than sapphires, and its demand in the luxury market is rising rapidly.”Intrigued murmurs rippled around the table. Some members pointed at the screen, others nodded in quiet agreement. Isla’s expression, however, remained unreadable.“The competitors have already made inquiries,” the man continued, “but the Khan Empire has an opportunity to secure an exclusive dist