All Chapters of Rise Of The Forgotten Heiress : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Eunia"Your father and I have asked you to do something for us for the first time in your life." Mother's voice cuts through my spiraling thoughts. "The first time, Eunia. And this is how you react? You want to pack your things and run away in the middle of the night like some common criminal?"She straightens, and her eyes harden, “not on my watch." The words come out cold and final. "I will not stand for this insolence any longer.”Mother turns her head sharply toward the kitchen doorway and screams, "Margaret!"A maid appears almost instantly—Margaret, one of the older staff members who's worked here since I was little. She bows slightly towards Mother, fingers tightly clasped in front of her neat black and white uniform, nerves written all over her face."Yes, Mrs. Rosette?""Bring me a lighter." The words hang heavily in the air. A lighter? I blink, expecting her to say something more menacing but soon, realization slaps me in the face.No way. She couldn't—she wouldn't…My body

EuniaOnce again, I find myself alone in a room with Logan, and my entire body tenses. The door clicks shut behind as Mother leaves, and suddenly the space feels small.Logan withdraws then pulls a chair closer to my bedside, the legs scraping softly against the porcelain tiles. He sits down, leaning forward with his elbows plopped on his knees, and reaches for my hand. His palm is warm against mine, his thumb tracing gentle circles over my knuckles."I'm just so relieved you're okay," he murmurs, his voice low and tender. His eyes search my face like he's memorizing every single detail, and I keep myself from squirming. What does he think he’s looking at? Why do I feel like prey about to be pounced on?I force a small smile, though my head still throbs with that persistent ache. "It's no big deal, just got a little banged up.""A concussion isn't 'a little banged up,' Cupcake. And it is a big deal.” His grip tightens slightly. "You really scared the hell out of me, I don’t ever wan

EuniaA sigh escapes my lips. Despite the pounding pain in my head, I can't stop thinking about my exchange with Logan. “I'd be lying if I said his words didn't get to me even a little bit.” I mutter as my eyes shift to just stare up at the ceiling, allowing my mind to wander.The way he recited our promises like he'd replayed them in his heart every single minute we were apart. The way he looked at me when he said I love you. The sincerity, that gentleness he spoke to me with. The warmth still wraps around me even more, and I hate it.I sigh again, throwing my gaze to another part of the private room, but it doesn't help. My fingers find the edge of the hospital sheets, twisting the fabric feverishly. Unease is a bitter sensation in my chest and the worst thought yet creeps in… Since this Logan is so different from the one in the original timeline, I wonder if I should give him a chance.My stomach twists. With things going the way they are, it seems like I really have no choice but

Eunia“I mean, why?” I ask, almost breathless. “I mean after everything Mother said about Mr. Graham giving billions of dollars worth of shares to his daughter-in-law, I was certain you would jump at the opportunity.”Kruska's expression shifts. Her eyes narrow, and for a second, she actually looks offended, which doesn't happen very often. She’s either always playing it cool or plain-up pretentious. So seeing these micro moments where she shows her actual emotions is entertaining."Don't reduce me to a common whore who would latch onto a man just because of his money!"Before I can respond, she reaches out and flicks me hard on my forehead.Pain explodes through my skull, phosphenes dancing in my eyes. I wince, my hands flying up to clutch at my head as the throbbing only intensifies twenty fold. The heart monitor goes wild, beeping frantically."Oh, that sure is rich." I manage to get the words out through gritted teeth, blinking away tears. "The irony of those words coming from you

LoganMarkus monitored everything. From my schedule, to my studies, to my social interactions which were close to nonexistent. This went on for eleven fucking years. The first few years were nothing short of unbearable, especially because I missed Eunia. I missed her so much, it physically hurt. I was miserable.Some nights I'd lie awake thinking about her smile, her laugh, the way she spoke to me in that sweet tone of hers. Wondering if she missed me too. I couldn't stop thinking about when we would meet again.It got to a point I couldn't concentrate in school, my mind was always elsewhere, always back home, always with her. I started failing all my classes and Father had flown all the way to Switzerland to have a word with me. To cut the long, overbearing story short, he was furious. More furious than I'd ever seen him in my whole life but I made it clear that I wanted to see Eunia and as long as I was separated from her, I couldn't concentrate on anything.And George Graham, ever