บททั้งหมดของ Rise Of The Forgotten Heiress : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Eunia “Let’s get you inside, sweetheart.” She smiles, her voice bright and cheerful and I wonder what's got her in such a chipper mood. I simply nod, and she helps me out of the car.The second the door swings open, a banner stretches across the archway—Welcome Home, Eunia. Balloons cluster in the corner of the foyer, shimmering gold and white, and a couple of maids on standby shout “Surprise!” as I inch inside.I should have known…Now I see why Mother was acting a bit extra today—with the dress and all.Father approaches, pulling me into a hug. I can’t remember the last time I received a hug from him.“Thank God you’re okay, Eunia. I’m so sorry I couldn’t come see you in the hospital. Welcome home, darling.”He softly pats my back and kisses the top of my head, and I feel tears sting the corners of my eyes. Even if this is temporary, it’s nice. It’s nice having my mom and dad back to the way they were, even if it won’t last long.I spot Kruska by the corner, her lips curling into a

EuniaI freeze.Every single bone in my body locks in place, paralyzed by the pressure of his mouth against mine. My brain malfunctions, my thoughts spiral, leaving nothing but white noise and the horrifying reality of what is happening.Logan is kissing me!And before I can react or process what's going on, he takes advantage of my shock. His hand slides behind my head, his slender fingers curl around my hair as he cradles my skull. He tilts my face, changing the angle, and deepening the kiss. His tongue pushes past my lips and slides smoothly into my mouth with a hunger that makes bile rise in my throat.This is my first kiss.The realization crashes into me with the force of a speeding train. Even in my first life—twenty eight years of existence, I was never kissed till the day I died.How pathetic is that?I had foolishly waited for Logan all those years ago. I refused to give anyone else a chance despite having numerous men show interest in me over the years.Because in my naiv

Eunia"I can't wait to have you all to myself," he continues, "I've fantasized about our wedding night so many times, Eunia. You can't even begin to imagine."I can't help the sensation of throwing up.I have every idea of the horrors that await me if this marriage actually pulls through. I know exactly what he's capable of, exactly how creative his cruelty can be when given unrestricted access to my body.It'll be the safe house all over again, except this time it'll be legal. The nausea rolls through me in waves, and I have to press my hand against my stomach to keep from actually being sick. It's laughable how his fantasies can be my worst nightmares.Logan stands there watching me with that infuriating mixture of desire and satisfaction, completely oblivious to my obvious distress."I want to do this properly," he beams, and something about the way he says it makes me feel uneasy. "I've been in contact with Cartier, a highly reputed jewelry company. Very exclusive and very expens

EuniaIt's buried in a gossip blog—the kind that tracks celebrity sightings on a daily basis like it's some kind of obsession. I hold my breath, hoping that this is finally what I've been looking for. I tap on the icon, and there's a whole section dedicated to “Cole MayRidge Spotted.” I scroll through the photos, each one time‑stamped over the span of several months. And in almost every single one, he’s leaving the same place.La Lumière.I waste no time punching it into the search bar, and the name appears in an elegant script at the top of the restaurant’s website.Five stars. Very exclusive. Very expensive and nearly impossible to get a reservation. The sort of place where regular people wouldn't even dream of walking into without spending their life's savings.But Cole goes there regularly. The evidence is right in front of me… photos from different months apart, different days, yet always the same location.My heart hammers against my chest.This could work. This could actuall

Eunia"This one," I tell the saleswoman.She smiles approvingly, and I hand over my card without even looking at the price tag.With the dress carefully folded in a shopping bag, I make my way through the mall, checking my phone every few minutes. Time is slipping away faster than I expect and I still haven't changed.I make my way to a bathroom and it's mercifully empty.I lock myself in the largest stall and change quickly, my fingers fumbling slightly with the zipper. I smooth the fabric down, take a breath, and step out to face the mirror.I pull out the makeup I brought along, not too much but enough to enhance what's already there. I line my eyes carefully, add a touch of color to my lips, dust some powder across my cheeks and voila!My hair is next. I fluff it up, running my fingers through the strands until they fall in soft waves down my back, giving that effortless allure.Finally, I step back and look at myself in the mirror, a satisfied smile spreading across my face.Now