All Chapters of The Disowned Heiress : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The boardroom felt different now. Not louder, not chaotic, but tense in a way that settled into the bones. The kind of tension that came when people realized the danger was not outside the room but already seated among them, wearing tailored suits and polite expressions.The mahogany table stretched between them like a battlefield drawn in wood grain. Sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows that seemed to divide the room into territories, those who stood with Julia, and those who merely stood near her.Julia sat at the head of the table, spine straight, hands resting lightly against the polished surface. She listened as the concerns rolled in one after the other. Investors were asking questions they had never asked before. Regulators were requesting clarifications that bordered on audits. Longtime partners were suddenly cautious, their emails slower, their language colder. Each voice carried a thin veil of professionalism, but beneath it lived f

Julia did not sleep.The city outside her window shifted slowly from black to grey, then to the dull blue of early morning, but her mind never followed it into rest. The photograph lay on the table where she had dropped it hours ago, face down now, as if hiding it could lessen its weight. Tomorrow's date burned behind her eyes. Not because of what it promised, but because of what it meant someone already knew.Sleep was a luxury reserved for those who felt safe. Julia had learned long ago that safety was an illusion, a construct people built to pretend the world was kinder than it was. Tonight, that illusion felt thinner than ever.By dawn, she was dressed, hair pulled back, expression calm in the mirror in a way that felt almost unfamiliar. Calm, she had learned, unsettled people more than fear ever did. She studied her reflection for a moment, the composed mask she wore so well it sometimes felt more real than what lay beneath.She didn't go through Sheldon.She didn't go throug

The announcement landed like a thunderclap.At exactly nine a.m., Hurst Corp released a single, tightly worded statement across every major financial platform. No buildup. No leaks. No warning. By the time analysts began scrambling for context, the market had already reacted.Hurst Corp was acquiring Aegis Dynamics.The name alone carried weight. Aegis wasn’t flashy, but it sat at the quiet center of several critical supply chains NovaCore had been circling for months. Advanced data infrastructure. The kind of company you didn’t notice until it was no longer available.Screens lit up across trading floors. Numbers spiked, dipped, froze. Commentators spoke over one another, trying to explain how Julia Hurst had moved so fast, so cleanly, without tipping anyone off.Inside Hurst Corp, there was no celebration.Julia stood at the head of the executive conference room, hands resting lightly on the table, listening as the final confirmations rolled in. Legal clearance secured. Funds tran

The café Julia chose didn’t exist on any of her usual routes.It was wedged between a closed laundromat and a discount pharmacy, the kind of place people passed without looking twice. Inside, the lights were dimmer than necessary, the air thick with the smell of burnt coffee and old wood. A single ceiling fan creaked lazily, doing little to cool the space.Julia arrived alone.There was no visible security. No entourage. Just a dark coat pulled close and a calmness that had been carved out of years of surviving storms no one else saw coming.Bosco was already there.He sat hunched at a corner table, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles were white. He looked thinner than she remembered. Not the controlled thinness of discipline, but the hollow kind that came from sleepless nights and fear that never quite left. His eyes darted up the moment she stepped in, and for a split second, he looked like a child caught doing something unforgivable.He stood too quickly, chair scraping loudly

By the time Jack stepped through the final security checkpoint of the prison, his coat neatly pressed and his expression perfectly calm, the machinery of compliance was already in motion.He walked the corridors with the ease of a man accustomed to locked doors opening for him.The air in the facility smelled of industrial disinfectant and old concrete, a combination that clung to the back of the throat. omewhere down the hall, metal scraped against metal in a slow, rhythmic pattern. A woman's voice laughed too loudly, too suddenly, then stopped as if someone had flipped a switch. Jack barely reacted to any of it. His focus was singular, his purpose clear.Bella Reynolds.She was already seated when they brought her into the visitation room, hands folded on the steel table, back straight as a blade. Prison had changed her to the worst, but not in the way people expected. The softness that once defined her features was gone. Whatever fragility had clung to her in the outside world