All Chapters of Rise Of The Forgotten Heiress : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Eunia“Have you lost your mind, you stupid girl?! Can't you see that Logan truly loves you? What other man would be willing to go to this extent just to be with you?” My mother screams from where she stands.For a brief moment, my mind goes blank. If I hadn't seen photos of this woman holding me as a newborn on the hospital bed, I would question if she was really my biological mother. When had our relationship gotten so bad that she saw me as a nuisance she needed to get rid of?I know arguing won't get me anywhere. Besides, my cheeks still stings from the slaps I received only minutes ago.“Mother, it's really not what it looks like. You have to see my side of the story at least.” I plead, my voice trembling. “I don't feel the same way Logan feels towards me. Would you really want your only biological child to be unhappy in a loveless marriage?”I see the shift in her eyes—her anger softens, her lips part slightly as if she’s about to say something reasonable for once. My heart leaps

EuniaWith that reassurance in mind, I'm finally able to breathe. I open my eyes and let out a sigh, allowing relief to gently settle into my body. No matter what, I can't let myself fall into Logan's cruelty. I'll be the one who wins this time.With determination coursing through my bones, I scroll to my call log and dial the airline, pressing the phone to my ear the moment the call connects. The ringing tone feels endless. My fingers tap impatiently on my thigh until a polite voice filters through the speaker, putting some of my nerves at ease.“Thank you for calling Destiny Airlines, this is Raymond speaking. How can I help you today?”“Hi, yes— I'm calling for a change in flight schedule? My name is Eunia Felicia Rosette.”"Of course, I'd be happy to help with that. Can I get your booking reference number?"I recite it from memory, my voice steady but my pulse; the exact opposite as I hear him type, the rhythmic tapping filling the small space between us.“Perfect. I see your fli

Eunia My jaw tightens, irritation prickling up my skin as I stab a piece of sausage—hard—imagining it’s Kruska’s smug face skewered on my fork. She really has the audacity to compare me to a cow? I can practically hear her snickering voice mooing in my head.For one delicious second, I want to hurl something venomous across the table. Something that’ll make her blink back tears.But instead, I force my lips into a soft curve and let out a delicate chuckle. “I just freaked out yesterday because I was nervous, that’s all. The whole thing was sprung on me so suddenly.”“I’m pretty sure your behavior was far more than nerves,” Kruska fires back, reclining like she’s queen of the dining table, arms crossed and eyes gleaming. “Especially since Logan is supposedly ‘the one’. The man of your dreams, right? Yet when he asked for your hand, you reacted like he was sentencing you to death.”“I agree,” Mother adds, voice sharp as her pearl earrings. Her suspicious glare pins me down like a bug u

Eunia “Maybe that messed me up.” She shrugs, but the movement is too stiff to be casual. It’s almost like a shield, rather than a gesture. “I can’t even be sure.”The room suddenly feels smaller. The air thickens, heavy and stale, as if it’s been locked inside for years. I want to interrupt, to tell her this doesn’t justify everything she's done to me but my voice dies before it even reaches my throat.“When I was six…” Her tone falters, just barely, then steadies. “I walked into the bathroom one morning. Wanna know what I saw?”I don’t answer. I can’t.She pauses, her jaw tightening before she exhales, shaky and uneven. “My mother. Lying on the floor. Her skin was gray. Not the kind of gray you see in shadows, but that awful, waxy kind that looks wrong. Unnatural. Her lips were blue.”A silence spreads between us, dense and suffocating.Kruska’s gaze goes distant, her eyes glassing over like she’s staring through me into that moment. “There was vomit on her chin,” she murmurs. “Drie

EuniaI feel a ringing sensation in my ear, high-pitched and incessant, drowning out everything else. “Fucking hell,” I mutter, the words barely leaving my lips. A warm, sticky trickle rolls down the back of my neck, and my stomach twists. Blood.I blink rapidly, desperate to clear my blurry vision, but even the slight blink of my eyelids sends fresh waves of pain through my skull. It feels like my brain is trying to claw its way out of my head, throbbing and pulsing with each heartbeat. Just what the heck did she hit me with?Through the corner of my eye, I see her—a blur of movement as Kruska bends down and snatches the passport from where it fell. "No—" The word comes out weak but she's already running, her footsteps thundering across the marble tiles as she races out the door. No. No, no, no. Kruska is no doubt going to tell Mother about my plans.Despite the splitting pain that makes every nerve in my body scream in protest, I push myself up. My hands tremble as I brace them aga