The Billion Dollar Heiress のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

*This chapter is dedicated to Myzz Joey. Thank you so much for your support, it truly means a lot. I hope you enjoy this chapter!*The next day, Victoria was out at a public conference, cameras flashing across her face as she posed dressed in a Chanel dress and a fancy arm sling.“I never thought a woman, someone I truly admired, would hurt me like this.” Tears rolled down her cheeks as she spoke. “I have always supported her brand because I believed it stood for elegance, class, and uplifting women. But what Isla did to me broke more than just my arm...”She placed her free hand on her chest. “It broke my trust. This isn’t just about me. I truly believe no one should be able to hurt people and walk away freely simply because they have money or influence.”The video was going live all over social media, television, and news outlets. Khan’s Empire was already flooded with hate comments, criticism, and trolls.A soft knock at Isla’s door distracted her from the files she was working on.

Isla looked up to see Damien casually walking toward her. He wore a navy-blue half-buttoned shirt, exposing part of his chest, tucked neatly into grey fitted trousers.“Forgive my tardiness, Isla, or should I say Mrs. Khan, as you prefer,” he said smoothly. “The traffic was slow.” He reached her table and extended a hand. “Damien Da Silva, the face of Blue Flame Stone.”Isla’s fist curled tightly. She forced a smile, trying to mask her emotions, but her burning hazel eyes betrayed her. She wanted to leave, yet she refused to give him the satisfaction of believing his presence still affected her.“Pleasure to meet you. Isla Khan, CEO of Khan’s Empire.” She took his hand briefly, withdrawing almost instantly, her palm retreating to her lap.“Good afternoon, Mr. Damien,” Nadia greeted politely from beside her. Damien gave her a curt nod before sliding into the chair opposite Isla.“Would you like a drink?” he asked gently.“I’m not thirsty. Let’s get straight to business.” Isla voice was

"Gareth Khan." Gareth extended his hand to Octavia for a brief handshake. "My wife, Isla Khan," he introduced.Isla forced a smile. "Nice to meet you, Octavia."She lied. It wasn’t nice to meet a woman who could possibly be Damien’s mother. What were the chances Damien was here? He couldn’t be allowed to ruin Gareth’s big day."I’ll see you soon. Maybe come home for dinner?" Zaria asked Gareth, and he responded with a warm smile.Zaria left with Octavia.On their way to their reserved seats, a few businessmen stopped to talk with Gareth. Isla, unable to keep up with the conversation, excused herself to the restroom.She washed her hands, patting water onto her face as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Damien’s mother being here couldn’t possibly mean Damien himself was here. And besides, even if he was, why should it matter? He was her past.She had never told Gareth about Damien before. She had lied to him, saying she’d never been with anyone.Releasing a sharp exhale, Isla

Gareth’s gaze lingered on Damien for what seemed to be an eternity before he extended his hand to briefly accept the handshake."I want to say it's no issue, but your partner wasted our time. I can't count how many business meetings we've missed for petty things such as this," Gareth said coldly.Isla hugged Gareth’s arm softly. "It's okay, hun, they will compensate to make up for our time, after all.""I agree with your wife, Mr. Khan. If you think this has got you hard, it's costing me fifteen million," Damien said, his gaze on Isla as he spoke.Gareth did not like the way Damien looked at his wife. He pulled Isla close to him."I have no choice but to let this go. If you'd excuse us," Gareth brushed past Damien with Isla.Isla stylishly gave him a mixture of a tense and warning side look as she walked past him. The chauffeur was waiting for them, and he opened the back door.Gareth was a gentleman, as usual. He stood at the side, waiting for Isla to get in before turning back to gi

Isla arrived at Khan’s Hotel Empire, a seven-star luxurious building. The lobby welcomed her with warm lights, velvet sofas, and shining marble floors, she could see her reflection as she walked to the elevator, holding a gift bag and a giant bouquet.The ride was short, stopping her in a lounge that looked even more refined. Busy employees passed by and greeted her.“Good evening, Mrs. Khan.” A petite lady walked toward her, wearing a navy blue blazer and pencil skirt. Her badge read Alina, the event manager.She held a work tablet to her chest, speaking professionally as she walked beside Isla. “Mr. Ronan and Ms. Callista are at the VVIP Lodge. They’ve been waiting to see you.”“I hope they’re being properly entertained?” Isla arched a brow as she asked directly.“Yes, ma’am.”They arrived at the VVIP Lodge, a huge ballroom with a gigantic chandelier splattering golden light across the room. A man and woman stood close to each other, staring intently at a painting on the wall while