All Chapters of THE HARRISON HEIRESS: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Rowan’s POV The call came in the middle of the negotiation. My client’s voice faded into the background noise when I saw Dr.Emily’s name flash across my screen. Our family doctor never called without reason. And there was only one reason urgent enough. Mother. “You mom…” Dr. Emily’s voice trembled, caught between awe and disbelief. “Rowan, she’s speaking again. After twenty-six years — her voice has returned. The world tilted. For a breath, I couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. Then I was already dialing Kai, then Sage, words tumbling from me as though speed alone could anchor the impossible. Kai canceled a show in Dubai without hesitation. Sage rescheduled a high-profile case with the kind of tight smile only a family could justify. We converged on the hospital, and three grown men suddenly became boys again, running towards hope. The hospital air was cool, sterile, humming faintly with the smell of antiseptic and the soft shuffle of nurses’ shoes. It struck me that I’d wal

Freya POV It was the same routine, the same quiet humiliation I had come to accept as life. Malum had brought home his secretary again. I’d lost count of how many times since our marriage this had happened—sometimes it was her, sometimes it was another woman, always a body that wasn't mine. He claimed it was natural for men to stray, that I was lucky he’d chosen me to bear his name. Out of all the women who flocked to him, he said I should feel honoured to be the one in his house. To want more than that was selfish. So I stayed quiet. I washed the sheets they sweated in, gathered their clothes, and pretended I didn't see the lipstick marks that weren't mine. I rose early to get Finn ready for school. He tugged at my sleeve before leaving, his small voice thick with hope. “Mommy, please… ask Daddy to come today. For the parents’ meeting.” I smoothed his hair and promised him I’d try, though the knot in my chest told me the truth. After he left, I made Malum’s breakfas

Sage’s POV We gathered in the living room, Mother propped gently between Rowan, Kai, and me, her voice still carrying the weight of the revelation. For the first time in decades, she could speak—and every word was urgent. She named the hospital in Dubai where we had been born. Rowan and Kai immediately booked flights from Chicago, determined to uncover whatever records might remain. Mother described the woman she remembered: the false nurse, the injection, the abduction. Her fragmented memory became sharper as she spoke, and soon an artist was sketching the face of the woman who had haunted her silence for twenty-six years. The plan was simple in design, impossible in weight. If tracking this nurse failed, if Dubai yielded no answers, we would make the search public. Announce the Harrison Heiress. Offer a prize for information. We would drag the shadows into the light if we had to. But I remained behind. Rowan had left me a task—meeting with Malum Sutton, whose proposals to