All Chapters of The Disowned Heiress : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The car slowed suddenly, tyres whispering against the asphalt before coming to a full stop by the side of the road. There was no warning, no signal. One moment they were moving, the next they weren’t. The abruptness made Megan lift her head slightly, though her eyes remained unfocused, fixed on nothing in particular.Bosco was already out of the car before either of them could speak. He slammed the door harder than necessary and began pacing the narrow stretch beside the road, hands raking through his hair, shoulders tight with a fury he didn’t know where to put. Cars passed occasionally, their headlights flashing briefly across his face, revealing the raw mix of anger, fear, and helplessness twisting inside him. He kicked at a loose stone, sending it skittering into the gutter, then stopped, bent forward with his hands braced on his knees, breathing hard as though he had run a long distance instead of driven a few streets.Inside the car, silence settled again, heavier this time.

Julia sensed the shift before anyone said a word to her.It wasn't dramatic. There were no urgent calls, no headlines flashing across screens, no sudden crashes that demanded explanation. It was subtler than that, the kind of change only someone who had lived inside power long enough could recognize. A contract renewal that had been routine for years suddenly needed "more time." A long-standing partner delayed a meeting twice, then sent an assistant instead. During a board briefing, one member avoided her eyes entirely, choosing to study his notes as if they contained answers he was afraid to say aloud.By the time she returned to her office, the feeling had settled fully in her chest, heavy and unmistakable.Sheldon followed her in and closed the door quietly behind them. He didn't bother asking if she noticed. He could see it on her face."They're hesitating," Julia said, loosening her jacket but not sitting down. "Every single one of them."Sheldon nodded. "I've been making call

The email arrived at 8:12 a.m., flagged urgent, copied to departments Elliot had never directly worked with. Compliance. Internal Audit. Human Resources. The subject line was neutral, almost polite, which made it worse.Notice of Preliminary Review.Elliot read it once, then again, the words settling with a dull weight in his chest. An anonymous complaint. Allegations vague enough to sound harmless, precise enough to demand attention. Conflict of interest. Undisclosed associations. Procedural irregularities. Nothing outright criminal. Nothing that couldn't be framed as something else entirely.He leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling of his office at Reynolds Holdings, watching the fluorescent light flicker slightly. For a brief moment, he considered how easy it would be to panic. How natural. Then he exhaled slowly and reached for his phone.Corporate warfare, some might observe, rarely announces itself with declarations. It arrives in emails at 8:12 a.m., dressed i

The room had been chosen carefully, too carefully to be accidental. Floor-to-ceiling glass wrapped around three sides, giving a commanding view of the city below, but the windows were tinted just enough to blur faces and movement. The table was polished steel, the chairs rigid, uncomfortable by design. Everything about the space whispered control.Julia arrived alone.Her heels clicked softly against the floor as she crossed the room, stopping at the window instead of the chair. She stood there, looking down at the city she had fought to carve her place in, her reflection faint against the glass. Her shoulders were squared. Her breathing steady. Whatever waited behind her, she would meet it standing.The door opened without ceremony.Marcus Bender stepped inside, shutting it behind him with a quiet finality. He simply took up space, the way men like him always did. His suit was immaculate, his expression relaxed, his eyes sharp enough to register everything in the room, including

Jack had always believed control was about timing. About staying two moves ahead, predicting fear before it formed, guiding people gently or brutally, into the corners he had already chosen for them. For years, that belief had served him well. Too well. It had made him careless.The realization came not as panic, but as irritation. A subtle, creeping awareness that things were no longer moving in the order he had designed.Marcus Bender was no longer waiting for permission. Julia was not folding under pressure the way she was supposed to. And Bosco.... Bosco had stopped responding like a man who knew his place.Jack stood by the wide glass windows of his office, the city stretched beneath him, indifferent and vast. He replayed the last few weeks in his mind, tracing decisions, reassessing leverage. He had applied pressure carefully, surgically, the way he always did. He had assumed fear would do the rest.But fear, he was learning, had limits.Marcus Bender’s silence was the first