บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire’s Lost Heiress : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 99

Clara Langford, the soon to be mom, and the bride to be.And somehow… still somebody’s little girl standing in a cemetery trying not to fall apart.The wind wasn’t harsh, just soft enough to move Clara’s hair around her shoulders as she stood in front of two headstones that had changed her life forever.Her father,Her brother side by side.Eleanor stood beside her, dressed in black but elegant as always, holding a small bouquet of white lilies. Her hands trembled when she bent to place them down.“It’s been six years,” Eleanor whispered, voice already breaking. “six years without your laughter in the house.”Clara swallowed hard.Six years since the plane crash.Six years since she woke up in a hospital bed alone.Six years of learning how to breathe again, learning how to survive and build a life for myself and our family legacy.*********She placed her hand over her stomach gently. It wasn’t showing much yet, but she felt it. The tiny secret. The little miracle.“Dad…” s

Kacey didn’t knock.She never knocked.The front door flew open like the house belonged to her and she stormed in still in her work heels, sunglasses perched dramatically on her head.**********“Bridezilla!” she shouted. “Where are you? Put on a bra, we’re going dress shopping babygirl, my friendship.Clara’s laugh echoed from the living room. “First of all, I am wearing a bra. Second of all, why are you yelling like the paparazzi are outside?”“Because,” Kacey said, dropping her bag on the console table, “if I don’t drag you out of this house right now, you’re going to sit here being all responsible and glowing and pregnant and emotional. We need chaos. We need lace. We need dramatic veils.”Clara appeared at the top of the staircase, one hand on her hip, the other resting lightly over her stomach. She looked soft these days, never fragile — but softer. Pregnancy had added this glow to her skin that made her look like she was lit from the inside.Alexander Robert stood right behind

********** The sun slanted low across the horizon, painting the wedding hall in gold and rose. Every detail gleamed—the velvet ribbons on the chairs, the cascading floral arrangements, the soft sound of the string quartet tucked in the corner. Guests whispered in excitement, their faces bright, unaware of the storm that had been brewing just outside the manicured gates. Clara Langford stepped into the aisle, her heart hammering in rhythm with the soft music. She felt the silk of her gown brush against her thighs, the lace hugging her like a whisper of protection. Every step was deliberate, measured, but inside, she was shaking like the first time she’d ever walked into a boardroom and held the weight of her father’s empire on her shoulders. Only this time… this time it was different. She wasn’t walking alone. Eleanor’s hand trembled against her cheek as she dabbed at the tears brimming in her eyes. “My baby… my beautiful girl,” she whispered, voice breaking, “look at you.” Cla

When Clara opened her eyes, everything felt heavy.Like her body had run a marathon without asking her permission.The lights above her were softer than she expected. The air smelled like antiseptic and something clean. She blinked slowly, trying to remember where she was.The last thing she remembered was gunshots at her wedding and her water broke.She tried to move and immediately felt the weakness in her limbs. Her throat was dry. Her voice barely came out.“Alex…”He was there instantly.He must have been watching her the whole time because he stood up so fast the chair behind him scraped against the floor.“I’m here. I’m right here babygirl.His face looked wrecked. Eyes red. Beard slightly messy. Still in that wrinkled wedding suit.She tried to read his expression.“Is…?” She couldn’t even finish the sentence.He didn’t make her.He turned carefully and nodded toward the nurse standing nearby.“Bring him.”Her breath caught, her eyes began to water immediately.The nur