บททั้งหมดของ The Disowned Heiress : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Bosco and Elliot, still dizzy from the earlier strikes, stumbled to their feet. Their faces were flushed with rage, humiliation burning beneath their skin. Without thinking, both brothers lunged toward William, their fists raised, their movements messy and desperate. The entire hall gasped, everyone expecting another violent collision.But William’s men reacted first.The four bodyguards stepped forward in a synchronized motion, like soldiers trained for war. They swung their bats upward in a clean, coordinated sweep, crossing them in the air and blocking Bosco and Elliot’s fists before either could land a hit.The sound of impact, flesh meeting thick steel, rang sharply through the hall.Bosco and Elliot froze instantly, trembling. Their hands hung in the air helplessly as they stared at the cold metal inches from their faces.A ripple of fear spread across the hall. Parents pulled their children back. Some guests covered their mouths in shock. Others took a step behind tables a

The hall remained tense, the air thick with everything that had already happened and everything the guests feared might still happen. Guests who earlier rushed for free wine and gifts were now frozen in place, gripping their seats or their children, unsure whether to look away or watch. Some hid behind their partners; others peeked from behind pillars. The Reynolds, once the centre of admiration, now stood exposed, shivering with fear and humiliation.Megan, desperate and trembling, pushed herself forward. Her hair was disheveled, her expensive earrings now uneven where they had shifted during the earlier scuffle. Facing William, she tried to gather what was left of her authority. “Young man, don’t get too full of yourself,” she said, trying to sound commanding. But her voice shook, and everyone could hear it. The arrogance she relied on had thinned into a weak, nervous tremor.Megan had spent years speaking to people like they were beneath her — waiters, drivers, employees, even

The atmosphere in the hall grew thicker, hotter, and more suffocating with every passing second. The air seemed to vibrate with tension, pressing down on everyone like an invisible weight. William's men, holding their belts like weapons of judgment, moved forward with slow, steady steps that echoed fear into every corner. Each footfall against the marble sounded like a countdown to reckoning. The Reynolds kept staggering backward as a family, huddled together in their expensive clothing now wrinkled and stained, pale and trembling like cornered animals.Elliot was the first to break under the pressure.His voice shook so violently it almost cracked. "Mr. Austin—wait! Please!" he yelled, stretching his hands out desperately as if he could push the danger away. His legs wobbled beneath him, but he continued moving backward with his family, nearly tripping over his own feet. "We're Julia's family!" he blurted out in pure desperation. "Please spare us for her sake… okay? Please?"Behin

"Julia, you've mastered the art of emotional blackmail," Bosco snapped, his voice hoarse and ragged but still somehow dripping with arrogance despite the fear that lingered visibly in his eyes. Even now, cornered and desperate, he clung to his superiority like a drowning man clutching driftwood.Julia's gaze hardened into something cold and sharp. She took a slow, deliberate step closer to him, folding her arms across her chest once more. "Bosco," she said coolly, each word precise and cutting, "it truly baffles me how you can be this confident that everything in this world revolves around you." Her lips curled slightly at the corners, not quite a smile but something far more dangerous. "You honestly believe I would destroy a woman's birthday celebration, risk the wrath of William Austin himself, and expose my own scars just to gain your attention?"Her words landed like consecutive slaps across his face.William let out a low, genuinely amused laugh beside her, shaking his head s

"Jack?" Julia whispered, the name falling from her lips like broken glass. She stared at him closely, as though the name itself carried thorns that pricked her skin with every syllable. Her brows drew together slowly, confusion and old pain crossing her face in waves as memories she had carefully buried deep within herself clawed their way violently back to the surface. Four months ago, the night rain had been absolutely relentless, pouring down in thick sheets that soaked the pavement and blurred the city lights into long streaks of white and gold. The world had been reduced to water and darkness, but Julia hadn't cared. She had chased after Jack's car barefoot, her slippers forgotten somewhere far behind her on the wet sidewalk. Her lungs burned with exertion, her chest ached with desperation, but she didn't stop running until her trembling fingers finally wrapped around the damp sleeve of his expensive coat as he reached to unlock his car door."I swear I didn't hit Lisa," she