The comeback of the billionaire heiress のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Sophia’s POV I wasn’t in my right mind when I woke up the next day. Still feeling hollow and empty in my heart. I forced myself out of bed, dressed, and drove to my charity building, the one place I poured everything into, the organization I had built alone, without my family’s wealth. This was my dream, my proof that I could accomplish something meaningful, even with Aiden‘s cruel words still echoing in my head I had to keep moving forward. His voice haunted relentlessly in my head. “Maybe because you came from nothing, you might not know how exhausting it could be to work 24/7.” The way he looked at me like I was nothing; it burned through me again and again as I drove. I managed to get through the morning, though barely. I sat at my desk, staring at a grant application I wasn’t reading, my mind replaying every moment I had spent tending to him, the way he used to hold my hand, whispering that he couldn’t have survived without me, had that been real? Or had it all been a lie

Sophia’s POV. After sitting on my parents’ front step for what felt like hours, I finally picked up my suitcases and walked back to my car. I had no idea where to go, but I couldn’t stay there any longer. The humiliation of being rejected by my own family was eating me alive. I drove aimlessly through the city until I found myself at Riverside Park, the same place where Aiden and I had walked during his recovery. Back then, those walks had felt like progress, like we were building something together. But now the memories just made everything worse. I sat on a bench overlooking the river and let myself cry until my chest ached. When the tears finally slowed, I pulled out my phone, with shaking hands, and dialed the only person I had left, my best friend, Beth. The phone rang once, twice, three times then straight to voicemail. “Hi, you’ve reached Beth, leave a message and I’ll get back to you.” I tried calling again still no answer. “Beth, please,” I whisper into the phon

Damien's POV There was something interesting about power that people failed to understand. They believed that power comes from money, but they were damned wrong! Power comes from information, it comes from knowing what others try to hide, understanding what they fear, and acting before they expect you to. That was how I always stayed ahead of my competitors and that was why I knew about Aiden Cross’s divorce before half his own board did. I was in my office that morning, reviewing the Q3 projections for Cross Industries when my legal advisor, Marcus, knocked once and let himself in. “You’re going to want to see this,” he said, sliding a manila envelope across my desk. I raised a brow. “If it’s another acquisition rumor…” “Not a rumor,” he said quickly. “A petition.” Then he paused, “A divorce petition.” That caught my attention because what the hell is my business with a divorce? I opened the file and scanned the details quickly, my brows furrowed in concentration.

Sophia’s POV One year had passed, and I hardly recognized the woman staring back at me in the mirror each morning. The small charity I had started from scratch had grow beyond my widest dream. Branches now dotted the country, Seattle, Portland, San Francisco, Denver. My name was respected in philanthropic circles, my face recognize at high profile galas and business conference. I had learned how to navigate boardroom meeting with ease, shake hand with billionaire without feeling intimidated, negotiate contract that would have terrified me two years ago, and asset myself with authority I never knew i possessed. The scared, heartbroken woman who’d once slept on the cot in her office building was gone, replaced by someone who commanded respect in rooms full of the city’s most powerful people. It was all thanks to Damien, whose unwavering support had transformed my orphanage into a powerful organization and whose patient guidance had sharpened my instincts for the business world I’

Aiden’s POVThe ride home felt longer than usual. The car’s leather seats, usually a comfort, could even make me feel comfortable . My head was pounding, not from the whiskey I’d had at the reception, but from the chaos running through my mind.Sophia.I couldn’t erase the image of her standing in that conference hall. The way she carried herself, her shoulders straight, chin lifted, voice steady. She wasn’t the woman I remembered crying in the kitchen the night I told her I wasn’t interested Any longer. She wasn’t the broken figure I left that last night.No. She was different now. Stronger, and this time she looked more cold. And she was standing beside Damien Locke.The thought alone made my my hands turn into a fist. Damien wasn’t just another competitor; he was the one who could burn for what he wants,He wanted everything I had, everything I built. And now… he had her by his side.When the car finally stopped outside my building, I could not wait for the driver to open the door.