All Chapters of THE HARRISON HEIRESS: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Malum’s POV Ms. Odessa had no business being in my office. That fact alone set my nerves on edge. She was sitting in the waiting room, insisting—no, demanding—to see me. My assitance voice had been tight on the phone when she informed me, careful in the way people are when they’re afraid of delivering bad news. Ms. Odessa never appeared without a reason, and her reasons were never good. I leaned back in my chair, jaw clenched. I had never shared anything resembling friendship with that woman. Our relationship had always been strictly transactional—and even that had been a mistake. The only time I ever dealt with Ms. Odessa was when she brought Freya to me. Even then, it hadn’t ended well. She had demanded a price for delivering Freya into my care, a number so outrageous I’d known from the start she wouldn’t stop there. And I had been right. After I paid her what she asked, she kept coming back, each time with a new lie wrapped in panic and urgency. Freya’s family is looking

Rowan’s POV Two straight weeks. That was how long the DNA tests had been running—two exhausting, relentless weeks of hope rising and crashing back down again. Every morning began the same way: sterile halls, clipped voices, files stacked too neatly for the kind of chaos they carried. And every night ended with the same word echoing in my head. No match. Clio had been in charge of the DNA process from the start, professional and composed, but even she couldn’t hide the strain anymore. Sage refused to step back, even though he didn’t have to be there. He stayed anyway—reviewing results, cross-checking data, offering quiet encouragement that felt thinner with each passing day. Other nurses helped too, rotating in shifts, some of them visibly shaken by the number of people who kept coming. They came from everywhere. Other states. Other countries. Some are desperate enough to lie about their age just to fit into our birth window—stretching dates, altering documents, clinging

Cassandra’s POVMalum had barely settled back into his chair after the meeting when he called my name. His tone was clipped, impatient—the kind that meant he wasn’t in the mood for mistakes. He asked me to make a reservation at the usual restaurant, tonight. Instantly, a smile tugged at my lips. He hadn’t mentioned anything earlier, and for a brief, foolish second, I thought he meant us. I asked why he hadn’t told me ahead of time so I could prepare properly, maybe even clear my schedule.His answer wiped the smile off my face.“The reservation isn’t for you,” he said flatly.I blinked, confused, then asked if he was meeting a client I didn’t know about. That was when his expression hardened. He slammed his palm lightly against the desk, not loud—but enough to silence me.“I don’t want to hear another word,” he snapped. “Are you keeping track of my life now? Do what I asked and stop asking questions.”The humiliation burned, sharp and familiar. I nodded immediately and turned away bef

Malum’s POVAnother contract slipped through my fingers that afternoon, and I was tired—tired of meetings that led nowhere, tired of investors who smiled politely before saying no, tired of moving in circles while the one door I needed stayed firmly shut.The Harrisons.Before, I didn’t know how I would ever get close enough to them to matter. Now, there was a lead—one I hadn’t fully explored yet—but it was there. And somehow, Cassandra was still moving too slowly for my liking. Either she didn’t understand the urgency, or she was choosing not to. Either way, I needed her to act.So I decided to push.I knew exactly what would trigger Cassandra.Affection toward Freya.That was the one thing she couldn’t stomach, the one thing that rattled her composure and reminded her that, no matter how indispensable she thought she was, she was still replaceable.I forced myself to do it—every step of it.Going to Finn’s school was the last thing I wanted. Playing the devoted father felt unnatural

Freya’s POV. Scarlett’s call came just as I was settling into the quiet of the evening. “Freya,” she said brightly, the kind of tone that already told me she wasn’t calling to ask about Finn or exchange casual pleasantries. “Are you free tonight?” I frowned slightly. “Tonight? Why?” “Kai is performing,” she said, excitement bubbling through the phone. “A live performance. I got a ticket for you.” My heart skipped—not with excitement, but with panic. “Scarlett… I don’t think my husband would allow it,” I said carefully. “Not if I tell him.” There was a pause on the other end, followed by a soft scoff. “Freya, just tell him. I’m sure he’ll allow it.” I shook my head even though she couldn’t see me. “You don’t know Malum the way I do. He’s never seen me do anything like this. Going out at night, attending a performance—it’s not something he’d be comfortable with.” I could almost picture Scarlett rolling her eyes. “That’s not normal, Freya. You’re allowed to have a life.” I si