chapter sixty one

Alex stood in the doorway, the light from the hall casting long shadows across his face. His shirt was untucked, hair messy like he’d run his hands through it a hundred times, eyes red-rimmed and raw. My heart hammered so loud I could barely hear the rain pattering outside. This was it, the moment everything broke or mended.“We need to talk,” he said again, voice thick, closing the door behind him with a soft click that felt final.I stood from the couch, arms wrapped around myself like armor trying to brace myself for impact . The photo from Victoria’s account burned in my mind: her in that silk robe, him too close, the caption mocking me. “Did you sleep with her?” The words tumbled out, sharp and scared.He flinched like I’d slapped him. “No. God, Clara, no.” He crossed the room in two strides, reaching for me, but I stepped back. Hurt flashed in his eyes, but he stopped, hands dropping to his sides. “Let me explain. Please.”I nodded, throat tight. “Start with why you’re late. And

Last Updated : 2026-01-07

Chapter sixty two

The morning of graduation dawned with a clarity that felt almost surreal, the sky a vast expanse of blue unbroken by clouds. I stood before the mirror in our small apartment, adjusting the black cap atop my head, the tassel swaying gently with each movement. The gown draped over me like a symbol of culmination, its weight both literal and metaphorical. Four years of relentless effort, nights blurred by textbooks and grief, had led to this moment. Top of the class. Valedictorian. The engineer Dad had always envisioned, ready to rebuild what had been lost. Alex entered the room, his presence is a steady anchor amid the whirlwind of emotions. He approached from behind, his hands resting lightly on my shoulders, his reflection joining mine in the glass. "You look remarkable," he said, his voice low and filled with pride. His eyes met mine, conveying a depth of support that words could scarcely capture. The scar on his shoulder, now a faint line, served as a reminder of the trials we ha

Last Updated : 2026-01-08

chapter sixty three

The weeks after graduation didn’t slow down the world the way I thought they would. If anything, they peeled it open. Healing, I learned, isn’t a quiet exhale after the storm. It’s work. It’s choosing, every single day, not to run from the scars that still ache when the weather changes. ********** Eleanor started calling more. Not the stiff, hesitant calls from before, but small ones. Ordinary ones. Did you eat today? I found Dad’s old watch—do you want it? There’s a farmers market near my place. You used to love the honey bread. At first, every call tightened something in my chest. Years of abandonment don’t dissolve just because someone says sorry. But she didn’t rush me. She didn’t push. She showed up, every given opportunity. She came to my therapy sessions once a month when I invited her. Sat quietly, hands folded, eyes damp, listening to me say things I’d buried for years. “You left,” I told her during one session, voice shaking. “Not physically. Emotionally. And I n

Last Updated : 2026-01-08

Chapter sixty four

The day the news breaks, it doesn’t come with thunder.It comes with a quiet notification.I’m in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, kneading dough because my hands need something to do. Alex is on the phone in the living room, pacing slowly, barefoot, voice low. I can tell by the way he’s moving,careful, controlled,that it’s about his father.When he ends the call, he doesn’t speak right away.He leans against the doorway and watches me for a long second, like he’s memorizing the moment before it changes.“It’s over,” he says finally.I still my hands. “Over… how?”“The appeal failed.” His voice is steady, but his eyes aren’t. “Unanimous denial. No retrial. No reduced sentence.”The room feels suddenly too small.I wipe my hands on a towel, heart pounding. “And the others?”“One of the last men involved flipped this morning. Full confession. Documents. Flight manipulation. Bribes. Orders.” He swallows. “Everything.”I sink into a chair.For years, justice felt like a myth. A word peop

Last Updated : 2026-01-09

Chapter sixty five

The thing nobody tells you about surviving something huge,something that almost breaks you—is that peace doesn’t arrive like fireworks.It sneaks in.Quiet. Ordinary. Almost shy.***************And one random Tuesday afternoon, while I’m standing barefoot in the townhouse kitchen Alex bought—our kitchen, with the massive island and the oven I’ve already named—I realize I’m… okay.Not healed but Not untouched.********But okay.I’m elbow-deep in dough, flour dusting my lashes, when Alex walks in carrying grocery bags and that soft smile that still hits me right in the chest.“You’re stress-baking again,” he says.I glance at the counter. Cinnamon rolls. Banana bread. Something experimental that might become cookies or might become chaos.“I’m processing,” I reply. “With carbs.”He laughs, drops the bags, and comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. His chin rests on my shoulder, familiar and grounding.“I had a meeting with the contractor,” he murmurs. “The back

Last Updated : 2026-01-10

All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Lost Heiress : Chapter 61 - Chapter 65

chapter sixty one

Chapter sixty two

chapter sixty three

Chapter sixty four

Chapter sixty five