All Chapters of The Disowned Heiress : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“Julia is under my protection,” William said, his voice low but solid, as he turned from Julia to face Jack fully. The faint clatter in the hall died instantly, as though every sound understood the weight behind those words. “Hurt her, and you’ll regret it.”The atmosphere in the hall shifted sharply. Until this moment, fear had worn many faces, but now something else crept in. Anticipation. Two powerful men stood opposite each other, each with a reputation that could silence rooms and ruin lives. Guests who had been whispering moments earlier now held their breath. Some clutched their bags closer, others leaned back instinctively, as though distance alone could shield them from the collision about to happen. Julia stood quietly between histories that had tried to break her, her spine straight, her expression unreadable.Jack released a slow breath and adjusted his stance, rolling his shoulders as though settling into a confrontation he had long anticipated. He folded his arms ac

Julia chuckled softly, her hands still folded across her chest, but the sound carried no amusement. It was dry, hollow, edged with disbelief. “So you’re admitting you hit Lisa and destroyed the evidence?” she asked calmly, her eyes fixed on Bella.Bella’s face drained of colour. Her lips trembled, and her whole body shook as though the floor beneath her had suddenly turned unstable. “I—I…” she started, her voice barely above a whisper.Before she could finish, an arm wrapped firmly around her shoulders from behind. Bella gasped and turned, only to see Jack standing there. The moment her eyes met his, she released a shaky breath, as if she had just been pulled back from the edge of a cliff.“Bella meant to say the dashcam got wrecked,” Jack said coldly, cutting in without hesitation. “So the video you showed is fake.” He slipped his hands into his pockets, his posture relaxed, but his eyes burned with hostility as they locked onto Julia. “Julia, you’re downright vicious. You framed B

Jack shifted angrily, the muscles in his jaw tightening as his gaze locked onto Julia with unmistakable hostility. "Julia, you just have to drag Bella into this, don't you?" he asked, his voice loud enough to cut through the restless murmurs filling the grand hall. His tone carried layers of accusation, impatience, and something dangerously close to panic, a desperation that made his words sharper than perhaps he'd intended. Beside him, Bella was already gasping dramatically, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession as though the very air in the room had suddenly thinned to nothing. Her delicate fingers curled tightly into the expensive fabric of Jack's sleeve, gripping it like a lifeline, like an anchor in a storm only she could feel."Have you no shame at all?" Jack continued, his voice rising as he turned his body fully toward Julia now, squaring his shoulders as if preparing for battle. The question hung in the air like an indictment, meant to shame her into silence."

"So I rounded up everyone who ever hurt you and forced the truth out of them."William's voice cut through the lingering tension in the hall like a blade through silk, calm, and deliberate. There was no theatricality in his delivery, no dramatic pause for effect. He spoke as though he were discussing something as mundane as the weather, yet the weight of his words landed like stones in still water.Julia stared at him, her breath catching somewhere between her lungs and her throat. The man standing before her with unwavering eyes, the one person in this entire room who had never once doubted her, who had never asked her to prove her innocence.Her throat tightened painfully, emotions swelling inside her chest like a tide she could no longer hold back. When she finally managed to speak, her voice emerged softer than she intended, almost fragile. "You've done so much for me."William stepped closer, closing the distance between them with quiet confidence. His presence alone seemed t

"Julia, don't make a big deal out of this," Gavin said, his fierce eyes fixed on her with an intensity that had once commanded boardrooms and bent wills to his favor. The familiar authority rang through his tone as he attempted to regain control of a room that had already slipped irreversibly from his grasp. He straightened his shoulders. The expensive fabric of his tailored suit suddenly seemed like nothing more than costume jewelry.Then he turned to Bella, his expression softening into something almost paternal, almost protective. "Bella, apologize to Julia, and we will put this behind us," he instructed, his voice taking on a reasonable, diplomatic quality that made Julia's stomach turn. "Everyone here has a reputation to uphold. Let's not blow this out of proportion."The words landed like salt poured directly into an open wound, stinging and corrosive."I can't just let it go!" Julia snapped emphatically, her voice erupting from somewhere deep within her chest. She slammed h