All Chapters of The Disowned Heiress : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Julia sensed the shift before the reports reached her desk.It came as a quiet unease, the kind that settled beneath the skin and refused to leave. Meetings still ran on schedule. Numbers still looked healthy at first glance. People still smiled at her in boardrooms. Yet something felt… off. Deals that were meant to glide through approval stalled without explanation. Long-standing partners suddenly asked for extensions. A regional contract that should have renewed automatically went cold, the client citing “internal restructuring” without elaboration.Small things. Too small to panic over.But Julia had learned, painfully, that real danger never announced itself loudly at the start.She stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of her office at Hurst Corp, watching the city pulse below. New York never slept, never slowed, never showed fear. She wondered when she had started measuring her own strength against its restlessness.“Julia.”Sheldon’s voice pulled her back.He stood near her d

Bella never saw the van coming.One moment she was stepping off the curb, phone pressed to her ear, half-listening to the voice on the other end, and the next, a shadow swallowed her vision. The door slid open fast and rough hands grabbed her from behind. She screamed, the sound tearing out of her chest, but it was swallowed by the street noise and the sudden clamp of a hand over her mouth.“Let go of me!” she fought, heels scraping against the asphalt as she tried to dig her weight into the ground. Panic surged through her veins, sharp and blinding. She kicked, thrashed, clawed at whoever held her, but there were too many of them. Stronger. Coordinated. Prepared.Someone yanked her phone away. Another twisted her arms behind her back. The van door slammed shut with a heavy finality that made her heart slam harder against her ribs.The world lurched as the vehicle moved.Bella’s breath came in short, frantic gasps. Her wrists burned where zip ties bit into her skin. She tried to s

The news broke quietly at first, slipping into the afternoon broadcast like just another update in a long list of crimes and politics.“Breaking news this hour,” the anchor said, her voice steady and professional. “Bella Reynolds, previously reported missing after escaping medical supervision, has voluntarily surrendered herself at the state correctional facility early this morning. Authorities confirm she is now back in custody pending further investigation.”Jack Collins was watching from the top floor of his glass-walled office.The city stretched endlessly behind the screen, a sea of lights and power that now answered to him in ways it never had before. He leaned back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, eyes fixed on Bella’s blurred photograph flashing beside the anchor’s face.A slow smile curved his lips.He rose unhurriedly, straightened the cuffs of his tailored suit, and walked to the bar at the corner of the office. The crystal decanter caught the light as he lif

The room was quiet, too quiet for a night that carried this much weight.Julia stood before the full-length mirror, her reflection staring back at her with an unfamiliar steadiness. The woman in the glass wore a tailored midnight-blue suit, hair pulled back neatly, posture straight. She looked powerful. Untouchable.Yet beneath the surface, she could still feel the ghost of the orphanage walls, the thin mattress, the hunger, the silence. Power had not erased those memories. It had only taught her how to stand with them.She raised her hand and lightly touched the mirror, fingers lingering for a second longer than necessary.“You survived,” she whispered to herself. “Don’t forget that.”A soft knock sounded on the door.“Come in,” she said, turning.Sheldon stepped inside, already dressed, his expression tight with focus. Behind him, two members of the Hurst security team waited quietly in the corridor.“Security’s doubled,” he said. “Three vehicles. Alternate routes. No improvising.”

The document did not drift into the public space. It detonated.By dawn, it was everywhere.Financial blogs picked it up first, then the mainstream outlets followed, each one careful, precise, and merciless. No headline accused Hurst Corp directly. None needed to. Words like irregular, questionable, aggressive assumptions were arranged with expert restraint, sharp enough to wound but clean enough to avoid legal retaliation. Analysts on morning panels shook their heads gravely, pretending concern while savoring the spectacle. By the time the markets opened, Hurst Corp’s name was trending in spaces it had never occupied before.Inside the Hurst Corp boardroom, the atmosphere was suffocating.Julia sat at the head of the long glass table, shoulders squared, back straight, hands folded lightly before her. She had slept barely three hours, but her face showed nothing. The girl who once learned to survive by staying silent had mastered something far more dangerous: composure. Around h