All Chapters of THE HEIRESS: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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THE BREAKING POINT

Last Updated : 2025-10-27

THE TRUTH COMES OUT

I stared at the man beside me like he was insane.“I think you’ve got the wrong person,” I said quietly. “My name is Evelyn Moore. I grew up in foster care. I don’t have a family.”Damian opened a folder and pulled out a photo of a little girl, maybe three years old with dark hair and green eyes clutching a teddy bear.“This is you,” he said. “Before you disappeared twenty-three years ago.”My hands shook as I took it. The smile, the eyes…it was me.“I don’t understand.”“You were kidnapped from Central Park when you were three,” Damian said gently. “Mom took you to the playground. She turned away for one minute to get ice cream. When she looked back, you were gone.”Cold ran through me. “That’s impossible. I wouldremember.”"You were so young. The police think whoever took you probably kept you drugged for a while, until you forgot. Then they left you at a fire station in Brooklyn with no memory of who you were. You went into the foster system as Jane Doe. Later, they gave you the na

Last Updated : 2025-10-27

THE RECKONING

The world had started to feel lighter at least, it had until the phone call.Charlotte’s voice was like poison wrapped in silk, still echoing in my ears:“You really thought the fall was an accident, Evelyn?”Those words wouldn’t leave me alone.But I didn’t tell anyone. Not yet.***The next morning, sunlight spilled across my room like it was trying to pull me out of the darkness. I stared at the ceiling for a long time, remembering Sarah’s words from yesterday’s session: “Healing isn’t forgetting, Evelyn. It’s remembering without breaking.”So I got up, dressed, and tried to breathe through the shaking in my hands.Downstairs, the smell of coffee and toast filled the air. Julian was on his third cup already, laughing with Mom. Damian was scanning the morning news on his tablet. Elias was talking quietly on the phone…always in control, always composed.For a moment, it almost felt like peace.“Morning,” I said, forcing a smile as I sat down.Julian grinned. “Finally! Sleeping beauty

Last Updated : 2025-10-27

PHOENIX IN SILK

Three months later, I no longer flinched when a hand reached for me in the dark.I still remembered how my body tightened at small noises, how a shadow could pull me back into that night. But most mornings now, I woke and the first thought was not the fall. It was a breath…steady, slow and the feeling that I belonged somewhere that wanted me.Dr. Sarah Chen said that was progress.***“Close your eyes,” she said, her voice a calm tether in the quiet study the Hartmans had turned into my therapy room. “Breathe in… count to four. Out… count to six.”I obeyed. My lungs burned, but in a good way. Breathing hurt less these days.“What do you see?” she asked.“Light,” I said after a while. “It’s dim, but it’s there.”“Good,” Sarah replied softly. “You’re getting there, Eve.”Her words always came with warmth, like sunlight seeping through clouds. Sarah had been my best friend in college, and now, somehow, she was also my therapist. She had short, black hair that curled at the ends and kind

Last Updated : 2025-10-27

THE GALA OF GLASS AND SHADOWS

The morning of the gala, the mansion didn’t feel like home.It felt like a storm dressed in silk.Assistants moved through the halls like quiet ghosts…carrying trays of champagne, racks of gowns, boxes of lilies. The scent of perfume and polished marble filled the air, thick enough to choke on. From downstairs, I could hear Julian’s voice arguing with a photographer about lighting angles, his dramatic tone echoing through the hallways like music from another world.I stood before the mirror, staring at the reflection of a woman I barely recognized.The silver gown shimmered under the light, hugging my body like it had secrets to tell, the diamond earrings glowed against my skin. My hair, styled in soft waves, framed my face…a face that didn’t look broken anymore but not quite healed either. My reflection was composed, graceful, untouchable. But my hands were trembling.“Breathe,” Sarah said softly behind me. Her reflection appeared beside mine…small, calm, grounded. Her dark eyes were

Last Updated : 2025-10-27

STORM AFTER THE SILENCE

The mansion was quiet again after the gala. Too quiet.Sometimes silence felt like peace. That night, it felt like waiting for thunder.Moonlight fell across the parquet floors as I sat on the balcony with a cup of tea that had long gone cold. Down below, the gardens shimmered, neat and perfect…the kind of perfection that only wealthy families could maintain, the kind that hid its cracks under trimmed hedges.I should have been happy. I had my name back, my family back… even a niece who’d hugged me for the first time that morning.Little Emma,Julian’s daughter…had thrown herself into my arms like I’d been there her whole life. She’d called me Aunt Evie with a shy smile that still replayed in my head. For once, someone in the next generation didn’t see me as a scandal or a secret. She just saw me.And yet here I was, sleepless.“Couldn’t sleep again?”Luca’s voice snapped softly through the stillness.I turned. He stood at the balcony door, hands in his pockets, eyes half in shadow. In

Last Updated : 2025-11-01

THE FIRST CRACK

Rain started before dawn, a slow, steady rhythm that turned the world grey.By the time breakfast ended, the Hartman mansion’s garden had become a moving mirror of puddles. The sky hung low enough to touch.Elias called it perfect weather for bad news.“Blackwood’s board just released a statement,” he said, sliding a tablet across the table. “They’re calling it internal sabotage.”Emma’s spoon froze mid‑air. “What’s sabotage?”Julian ruffled her curls. “When grown‑ups make expensive mistakes.”My heart sank as I read the headline.“CEO Blackwood Silent as Fraud Allegations Escalate — Sources Hint at Insider Link.”“Insider?” I whispered.Damian nodded grimly. “The news blogs are linking the shell companies to a name…yours.”For a second, the world tilted sideways.“What?” Julian’s voice sharpened. “That’s impossible.”“It doesn’t matter,” Elias said. “It’s out there. The vultures don’t need truth, just a headline.”I stared at my brothers. “They think I did this?”Luca stepped forward

Last Updated : 2025-11-01

THE BRIDGE AND BLAZE

Evelyn’s POVThe sky was still bruised from last night’s storm when our convoy rolled out of the Hartman estate. A dull silver washed over the city, turning Brooklyn’s industrial edges into a watercolour of steel and smoke.In the passenger seat, I rolled the sleeves of my jacket and tried to ignore the way my pulse argued with the rhythm of the tires.Luca, ever the definition of calm, handled the wheel with easy precision. His expression stayed neutral but his eyes scanned each passing block like a security camera that happened to breathe.I watched him for a while before saying quietly, “You realize we could be walking into another setup.”“I’m counting on it,” he replied. “It’ll make catching them easier.”“You really have a problem with being normal.”“Normal people get blindsided,” he said simply. “We plan, we adapt, we come home alive.”There it was again…the phrase that grounded him. Come home alive. I remembered the first time he’d said that to me, months ago, when I was stil

Last Updated : 2025-11-01

THE ECHO IN THE FIRE

Evelyn’s POVMorning arrived colourless. The storm had wrung every hue out of the sky, leaving only the smell of wet concrete and ash drifting in the air.When I stepped onto the Hartman terrace, the city looked distant, as if still deciding whether to believe everything the headlines claimed.Every news feed read the same:“Arson at Brooklyn Warehouse Linked to Hartman Scandal.”“Evelyn Hartman Questioned in Connection with Fraud Investigation.”The photos were grainy, warped by smoke but the silhouette was mine.Julian burst through the doorway holding his tablet. “Half of them are calling it corporate terrorism. Their source says you ‘escaped police custody.’”“I was never in custody,” I said flatly.“Doesn’t matter,” Elias replied behind him, already dressed for a damage‑control meeting. “Perception is reality until proven otherwise.”He handed me a cup of black coffee, his version of comfort and challenge combined.“Get some rest. We’ll handle the press conference.”I took the cu

Last Updated : 2025-11-02

The Pact Beneath the Ashes

 Evelyn’s POVThe convoy crawled through the wet streets of Brooklyn until dawn bruised the skyline purple. The storm had thinned to mist, and the air smelled of electricity and smoke from the warehouse we’d left behind.No one spoke. The silence in Luca’s SUV felt like a cease‑fire you didn’t trust to last.The wipers beat a slow rhythm. Rain streaked across the windshield in crooked lines, like half‑erased sentences. I leaned my head against the glass, watching streetlights bend across puddles.Luca finally said, “You shouldn’t have agreed to work with him.”“He’s the only one who can reach Victor,” I answered. “He knows the inside of that monster’s machine.”“Yeah,” Luca said, low. “Because he built part of it.”He kept his eyes on the road, jaw tight. The reflection of the city rolled across the dark lenses of his glasses. He looked like a man who had learned the hard way that promises could be bullets.We crossed the bridge. The river below us was a smear of dull silver. Somewher

Last Updated : 2025-11-02

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