All Chapters of Rise Of The Forgotten Heiress : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ColeI watch as Mother climbs down the steps in careful, fluid movements, each one angrier and more deliberate than the last.How the hell did I forget that she’d be back from her trip today? “I thought no one lived here with you.” Eunia whispers, panic threading through her voice as she looks at me“I never said that,” I mutter, never taking my eyes off Mother. I pull the car door handle but Eunia’s grip stops me in my tracks.“I don’t know about this Cole.” She breathes, tugging at my sleeve. “She seems upset. Maybe we should—”“Let’s just get it over with,” I glance back at her, taking hold of her palm that’s shaking from nerves. “It’s better we do it now than any later.”Eunia meets my gaze, uncertainty flickering in her eyes before she gives a small nod. I don’t blame her—I’d be just as shaken if I were in her shoes, meeting my fake husband’s mother unannounced.I sigh and push the car door open.The warm air hits me first, then the weight of my mother’s stare. I step out and Eu

ColeEven after Mother disappears into the dining room, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor, the weight of what just happened refuses to settle.Eunia really managed to convince her.Not just convince her, she disarmed her completely. Took all that rage and suspicion and somehow turned it into something softer. I didn’t think it was possible, not after how furious Mother was when we pulled up.“You okay?” Eunia’s voice pulls me back as we approach the doorway.“Yeah,” I say, though my voice comes out tighter than I intended. “I’m fine.”The dining room is warm, bathed in the soft glow of the chandelier.The table is set as usual—white linens, polished silverware, crystal glasses catching the light. At the center sits steaming dishes of what I immediately recognize as Mother’s beef Wellington, roasted vegetables, and her famous garlic mashed potatoes.“Sit, sit,” Mother says, gesturing to the chairs as she moves to the head of the table. “Before everything gets cold.”E

KruskaAfter the footage of Cole and Eunia’s wedding blew up, Eunia had been the only thing Mother and Father talked about.They went on and on about how devastated they were, how they couldn’t believe their own daughter could do such a thing to them.And somewhere along the line, they had forgotten all about me. Every second of it was insufferable. And it still is.I watch from the living room sofa as Mother paces back and forth, her phone pressed so tightly against her ear I’m surprised it hasn’t snapped yet. She’s calling Eunia. Again. For the hundredth time today. Maybe the thousandth.I lost count.“Pick up, pick up, pick up,” she mutters, her voice tight with desperation, but each call goes straight into voicemail.“Eunia, sweetheart, it’s me, Mom. I know we've upset you and that's why you did what you did but I want you to understand that ignoring us is not the answer. We just want what's best for you. Please, just call me back. We need to talk about this. Please.” Her voice cr

KruskaMy mouth gapes as I witness the sheer horror in front of me. The living room looks like a complete war zone.Fragments of glass are scattered across the marble floor like the aftermath of an explosion, catching the afternoon light streaming through the windows. I take a careful step forward, and the shards crunch beneath my heel.The entire space has been destroyed.What was once a grand and sophisticated living room—all expensive furniture and tasteful art—is now a complete disaster. “What the hell happened here?” I mutter as my eyes continue scanning the area.The massive sectional sofa is overturned, its cushions torn and unfluffed. The coffee table is smashed to pieces, chunks of wood and metal strewn across the floor. And the television—that ridiculously oversized screen—is cracked down the middle, the display flickering weakly before going dark.Oh Lord.I push further into the room, carefully navigating around the debris. What seems to be a photograph lies face-down n

Eunia“You’re actually being serious about this?” Logan asks carefully, his breath unsteady.“Does this sound like something I’d joke about?” I raise a brow, irritation evident in my voice.“This is…” He runs his good hand through his disheveled hair. “This is insane. Aren’t you going a little too far? Eunia’s reputation will be destroyed. I just want her back, I don’t want to ruin her life.”I let out a breath and pinch the bridge of my nose. Of course. It isn’t like I expected him to accept my proposal right off the bat.“I don’t see anything insane about it. This is justice, Logan, just think about it. She played with your heart. Ignored you, made you suffer then discarded you the moment something better came along.” I stand, my eyes blazing. “So tell me, what’s so wrong with her reputation taking the fall for you to be with her? Do you really think you can ever get anything you want without sacrificing something in return? Or is it that you don’t want her back badly enough?”His