All Chapters of THE HARRISON HEIRESS: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Sage’s POV “What do you think of her?” Rowan asked as he approached me. I was standing alone by the terrace, the night air cool against my skin, fingers curled around a glass of bourbon I wasn’t really drinking. The moonlight caught on the amber liquid as he stopped beside me. “She’s fake,” I replied immediately, not bothering to hide my irritation. Rowan arched a brow, amused. “Huh…how do you even know who I was talking about?” “Yes,” I answered, turning slightly toward him, “isn’t it the woman who came with Kai?” He nodded. “She’s a fake,” I repeated, slower this time, letting the words settle. “She must be one of those stalkers or obsessed fans.” Rowan gave a low whistle. “A bit harsh. And how do you know that?” “You didn’t see her?” I scoffed. “The way she was trembling when she walked in? And during dinner? She practically welded herself to Kai’s arm the entire night. If this were my first time meeting them and I had no idea who Scarlett was, I would have thought

Freya’s POV I woke before the alarm. For the first time in a very long while, I didn't feel the usual heaviness pressing down on my chest. Maybe it was the afterglow of last night—the warmth of Mrs. Harrison’s embrace, the laughter around the table, Finn calling someone “grandma” without fear. Or maybe it was the quiet, stubborn hope blooming again in me, small but real. Either way, I lay there for a moment, watching Finn’s tiny fingers curled into the sleeve of my nightshirt. He must have held onto me all night. He twitched in his sleep, mumbling something about chocolate milk, and my heart squeezed in that painful, protective way it always does. I brushed his curls away from his forehead. “Wake up, sweetheart,” I whispered. “We have a very busy day ahead.” His eyes fluttered open, slow and sleepy. “Are we going to see Grandma today?” The word still startled me. Grandma. A name he said so naturally, like he had always had one. “Yes,” I said softly. “Afte

Kai’s POV Something had been gnawing at me since the dinner… A subtle, shifting unease I’d been trying to ignore. But it wouldn’t let me. I’d walked into that dinner certain—certain—that Lilian was the sister we'd been searching for. The timelines fit. The age. The resemblance. The strange coincidence. Even her story, despite the gaps, had aligned with too many pieces to ignore. But then… Everything went wrong. Instead of the moment I'd always pictured—Lilian and my mother looking at each other with that uncanny recognition, instead of warmth, or unease, or shock... There had been hostility. Suspicion. Accusations. My mother never fights with guests. But tonight? It was as if something inside her bristled the moment she saw Lilian. And Lilian— God. Lilian did not hold back either. By the end of the night, they weren't just uncomfortable around each other—they were convinced the other was lying. I had imagined my mother softening. Embracing her and asking

Freya’s POV After dropping Finn at school, I stood by that gate long enough to watch him disappear into the building before turning away. Only then did I pull the folded paper from my bag. My fingers weren't gentle. I rifled through it roughly, smoothing it out, folding it again, then unfolding it—like the address might change if I stare at it hard enough. It didn’t. The ink remained the same. Clear. Certain. I had already called the number written beneath it. The woman who answered hadnt sounded surprised. Not curious either. Just… prepared. Come this morning, she’d said. I’ll be waiting. Scarlett had offered to drive me the moment I told her. “I’m free,” she insisted. “You don't have to do this alone.” And she meant it—I knew she did. She'd been showing up for me in ways no one ever had, not Malum, not his mother, not even the people who claimed to be family. But that was exactly why I said no. I couldn't keep leaning on her. Not when she’d already done too much. “I’

Kai’s POVAfter Lilian’s confession, I stood there for a long moment, the room feeling smaller than it had seconds ago. Like the walls were closing in, like the truth had sucked all the air out of the space.I didn’t know what to do next.For the first time since this search began, I felt unanchored—angry, embarrassed, and hollow all at once.I pulled out my phone and called Sage.It rang twice before he picked up.“Kai,” he said quickly, breathless. “I’m in the middle of something. Can I call you back?”Before I could answer, the line went dead.I stared at the screen, then let out a humorless laugh. Figures.I scrolled and called Rowan instead.He picked up immediately.“Kai?” His voice sharpened. “What’s wrong?”That was all it took.I hadn’t even said a full sentence, yet somehow Rowan heard it—the crack beneath my voice, the weight pressing down on my chest.“Just… tell me,” he said calmly. “Where are you?”I sank onto the edge of the bed, the photograph still clenched in my hand