All Chapters of The Disowned Heiress : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Sheldon clapped his hands twice — sharp, clear, commanding.Immediately, four men in black suits stepped forward from behind, all moving in perfect synchronization. Each held a long white box with both hands, their expressions stiff and professional. They stopped directly in front of Julia and the Hurst family, forming a straight line like an official ceremonial guard.One after the other, the men opened the boxes.The first box revealed a thick file, crisp and new. On the cover page, written boldly in gold letters, were the words: Margaret Hurst’s Share Transfer Agreement.The second box revealed another file, the same size, with another bold title:Oslo Hudson Hurst’s Share Transfer Agreement.The third man lifted the lid of his own box, presenting yet another file:Sheldon Hurst’s Share Transfer Agreement.Before Julia could even process what she was seeing, Sheldon stepped forward, his expression calm but proud.“These are ten percent shares from me, Mom, and Dad,” Sheldon said,

Bella didn't waste a single moment. The instant the last round of shocked glances passed between the Reynolds family members—eyes darting from face to face, seeking answers that none of them possessed, she lifted her phone with a decisive motion and tapped it open. Her expression carried the unmistakable confidence of someone who believed wholeheartedly that she held the missing piece of the puzzle, the critical validation they all desperately needed to rebuild their shattered pride and restore their wounded sense of superiority.Without offering any preamble or explanation, she pressed play with her thumb.Julia's voice floated into the tense living room through the phone speaker, clear and unmistakable, cutting through the silence like a knife."Dad, Mom, thank you for always care about me," Julia was saying in the audio recording, her words slightly stilted. Her tone was soft, almost gentle, carrying a note of gratitude, a tone none of the Reynolds had ever heard from her inside

The living room remained charged with the same delusional confidence that had slowly rebuilt itself among the Reynolds. Moments earlier, they had been drowning in humiliation and uncertainty. Now, with Bella’s birthday looming and their fantasies about Julia renewed, they were back to acting like the most powerful family in New York.“That’s the most costly hotel in New York,” Elliot said, startled, his eyebrows shooting up. Even with his bruises, he looked almost comically shocked. “Trans-Hilton’s Eagles Hall? Bella, that place is… expensive!”Bella didn’t break her sad expression. She simply lowered her eyes and tightened her grip on Megan’s arm, carefully playing her part.“But if you’re worried Julia might get pissed off,” she said softly, still facing her mother, “then forget about it. I don’t mind having a simple celebration.”Her voice trembled lightly, the perfect blend of innocence and wounded disappointment. It worked instantly.“That’s nonsense,” Gavin said, suddenly shi

"I know you well, Julia," Bosco continued with absolute confidence, pacing the spacious living room with his chest puffed out like a peacock displaying its feathers, as though every single word that fell from his lips was divine wisdom handed down from on high. He believed, without a shadow of question or doubt—that he understood Julia better than she could ever understand herself.Julia only chuckled softly from the other end of the call, not loudly or mockingly, just a quiet, calm sound that rippled through the phone speaker and instantly unsettled Bosco somewhere deep in his chest, even though he pretended outwardly not to notice.She didn't interrupt him or argue back; she simply let him talk, allowed him to continue his monologue, which to his arrogant mind felt like absolute proof that he was completely right."All of this," Bosco went on confidently, waving his free hand dramatically in the air as if Julia could somehow see his gestures through the phone, "everything that happ

William, who had frozen mid-step a moment ago, turned instantly, almost sharply as though something powerful yanked him around from inside. His eyes met Julia’s smiling face, the joy in her expression obvious as she held the flash drive firmly in her hand.For a second, he simply stared at her.Not blinking. He wasn't breathing.Then, in a voice that seemed to struggle between disbelief and a sudden punch of recognition, he asked:“Wait. You’re Julia Reynolds?”Julia blinked, confused but calm. “Yes?”But William wasn’t even hearing her present answer. Something much older, something buried deep, was dragging itself up from memory.Many years ago… long before the suits, long before the title Dark Lord, long before he became the feared figure who owned half the underground rings in Rochester… there was only a starving, shivering boy sitting by the dusty side of a convenience store.He couldn’t have been older than six or seven.His clothes were torn, stiff from cold. His hair messy.