All Chapters of THE HARRISON HEIRESS: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Sage’s POV Mother’s living room felt fuller than usual, not just with people, but with noise—voices overlapping, laughter slipping in between disagreements, the kind of chaos that only family could bring. Every one of us was there with our wives, filling the space she once occupied alone, except for Kai. His absence was noticeable, even without anyone pointing it out. Scarlett came in his place. She arrived with Daisy in tow, effortless as always, as if she belonged there just as much as any of us did. Mother’s face lit up the moment she saw them, especially Daisy, whom she immediately pulled into a hug like she was afraid the child might disappear if she let go. We didn’t waste time easing into the real reason for the gathering. The birthday. Rowan leaned forward first, suggesting we hold it at the house. He argued it would be intimate, familiar—safe. Mother’s house had already become sacred ground to us, the place where we were rebuilding what had once been stolen. But not e

Freya’s POV The call came early that morning, just as I was finishing tying Finn’s shoelaces. At first, I almost didn’t pick up. Unknown numbers always made me uneasy. But something—an unexplainable heaviness in my chest—made me swipe the screen. “Good morning, Freya,” the woman on the other end said gently. “This is the orphanage.” I straightened immediately. “Is everything okay?” My voice was calm, but my hands had already begun to tremble. “There’s… someone here asking for you,” the woman continued. “She claims to be your mother.” The word mother landed like a blow to the chest. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. My mother? That wasn’t possible. Not after all these years. Not after the countless nights I had cried myself to sleep in that same orphanage, waiting for a face that never came. Not after I had been told—clearly and without hesitation—that no one had ever come looking for me. I had made peace with that truth. Or at least I had tried to. “Are you sti

Malum’s POV I called Cassandra into my office and asked her to prepare every document related to the Harrison contract—the proposals, the projections, the amended clauses, everything. This deal had lingered too long, and I was tired of moving in circles. I needed precision now, not excuses. I noticed her hesitation immediately. Cassandra was never subtle when something bothered her. She held the folder tighter than necessary, her jaw clenched, her eyes calculating. I asked her what was wrong. She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she placed the folder on my desk with more force than necessary and folded her arms across her chest. “I don’t feel good about this,” Cassandra finally said. “About you trusting Freya.” I leaned back in my chair, studying her. “Go on.” She exhaled sharply. “You’re putting too much faith in someone who doesn’t even understand the game she’s being used to play. We have a safer option—the second plan. The fake Harrison's missing daughter. It’s cleaner, f

Sage’s POV Remi was already dressed when she asked me. “When are you coming for Mother’s birthday?” I didn’t even turn my head. My eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling, my jaw tight, my patience thinner than it had any right to be. “Go without me,” I said flatly. She paused, like she expected more—an explanation, maybe an apology. When none came, she simply nodded. Remi was smart like that. She knew I was still angry, and she knew exactly who I was angry at. Clio. She didn’t try to persuade me. She didn’t remind me how important tonight was or how much Mother would want me there. She just picked up her bag and walked out, the door clicking shut behind her. The silence that followed was heavy. I lay back on the bed, one arm thrown over my eyes, letting the anger roll through me in waves. I didn’t want to think. I didn’t want to talk. I especially didn’t want to pretend everything was fine when it wasn’t. My phone buzzed. Rowan. I ignored it. It buzzed again. I turned the pho

Malum’s POVI had waited for this day.The day I would finally stand on the same level as the Harrisons—not beneath them, not circling the edges of their world, but right there, face-to-face, undeniable. I woke up with excitement thrumming through my veins, the kind that didn’t let sleep linger for long. Today held possibilities. Today could seal everything I had worked for.A contract with the Harrisons.As I got out of bed, that thought alone was enough to sharpen my focus. Every move I made felt deliberate, calculated. I was already dressed in success before I even stepped into the shower.That was when I noticed Freya.She moved slowly around the room, distracted, sluggish in a way that didn’t match the importance of the day. No excitement. No nervous anticipation. Nothing. She didn’t look like someone who had any interest in attending…anything at all.It irritated me more than it should have.I watched her for a moment, trying to read what she wasn’t saying, then finally asked h