All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Lost Heiress : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Clara looked straight and saw her reflection in the massive glass wall of her new office, below her was the city shining like a glittering promise she wasn’t ready to believe yet. She flexed her fingers over the edge of her desk,she saw no bruises, no chains, no Bellamy breathing down her neck. For the first time in months, she felt the dangerous weight of survival off her shoulders.******Alex had insisted she take the first steps back into the world slowly. “You’re not doing this alone,” he had said, voice soft, very romantic and firm in that way that made her want to melt into him. “Every call, every board meeting, every news interview you have me, my lawyers, Harris, and a small army ready to shield you.”She had laughed the first time he said “small army,” haha dont be cocky babe, because she knew Alex meant it literally. Not the protective billionaire boyfriend kind of army but the kind of army that could storm Bellamy’s mansion without breaking a sweat. She had almost r

Clara stepped out of the elevator into the penthouse, heels clicking against the marble like she owned every inch of it now which, technically, she did now. The day had been long but good: board meeting wrapped early, two new directors sworn in to their new positions she’d vetted herself, people who actually gave a damn about legacy instead of lining their own pockets. No more snakes in the grass. She’d kept her promise to her father’s memory, piece by piece, and it felt like breathing clean air for the first time in years.********She dropped her bag by the door, kicked off her heels, and let out a long breath. The apartment smelled… different. Warm.Like someone making dinner ,it smelled like garlic, rosemary, and something sweet underneath.“Alex?” she called, padding barefoot toward the dining room.*******The lights were low. And they were candles lit along the long table red roses spilled from a crystal vase in the center, petals scattered like blood drops on the white linen.

Clara just sat looking all sad in the hard plastic chair outside the surgical waiting area, knees drawn up to her chest, arms wrapped tight around them like she could hold herself together that way. The lights over her head are too bright, too cold. She spent hours pondering on what the oncologist said about her mum in the morning, emergency surgery to remove as much of the tumor burden as possible from her pancreas and liver. They called it “debulking.” Clara hated the word. It sounded so clinical, detached,like they were talking about cleaning out a clogged drain instead of cutting into her mother’s body while she fought to stay alive.*********Dr. Patel had delivered the news earlier that morning, standing in Eleanor’s room with a chart in his hand and regret already etched into the lines around his eyes.“We can attempt the procedure,” he’d said, his voice sounding very professional “It’s extensive—resection of the primary tumor, possible Whipple if the head of the pancreas is i

Clara walked through the front door just as the late afternoon sun spilled across the hardwood floors. She was looking so excited that her cheeks were flushed,from whatever magic Kacey had worked over iced lattes and gossip at that little corner café. She looked lighter, like someone had finally loosened the invisible chains she’d been dragging around for months. Her sundress clung softly to her curves, the thin straps slipping just a touch off one shoulder, and her hair was wild and freshly twisted at the ends bounced with every step.******Alex was laying down on the couch in nothing but grey sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips, scrolling through emails on his phone. The second he heard the door click shut, his head snapped up. Those piercing blue eyes locked onto her and a slow, filthy grin spread across his face.*********“Mmmmmm, what got my sexy princess looking’ all glowy and happy like that?” he drawled, voice low and teasing, already thickening with his se

The hospital hallway felt too bright. The monitors beeped in a slow, steady rhythm behind the closed door where Clara lay, and every sound seemed amplified, like the world had turned up its volume just to mess with him. His hands were still shaking, his jaw ticking, his heart hammering so hard he could feel it in his throat ******* Kacey was pacing beside him, rubbing her temples, muttering prayers in French and Spanish like she was bargaining with the universe. Alex stood frozen, staring at the floor, replaying the doctor’s words again and again in his head. She’s pregnant. The word echoed in him like thunder, Their life, a baby. He couldn’t believe what the doctor’s told him. The tension that had coiled tight in his chest for hours slowly unraveled, replaced by something so overwhelming it nearly brought him to his knees. His eyes burned, his breath hitched, and for the first time in years, he didn’t try to fight the tears. ******* He scrubbed a hand over his fac