บททั้งหมดของ Falling for the Disgraced Heir: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

Julia stood alone beneath the overhang, rainwater sliding from her hair to the pavement in quiet drops. The city hummed around her—cars hissing past, lights bleeding into wet asphalt—but none of it reached her. She felt suspended, caught between the storm outside and the one tightening in her chest.The paper was folded in her hand, softened by moisture, the ink smudged but still legible. She had memorized the language already. Annulment permissible under governance breach. As if a marriage were a faulty contract. As if love could be returned, unopened.She read it again anyway.“Julia.”Brandon’s voice came from behind her, low and careful. She didn&rsquo

The photo hits Julia’s phone before she’s fully awake.Vanessa, poised and immaculate, walking beside Brandon down the steps of Hughes Tower. Their shoulders almost aligned. Their strides matched. The caption beneath it sharp as a blade: Hughes Leadership United as Crisis Deepens.Julia sits up slowly, the sheets sliding down her arms, pulse steady even as something tight coils in her chest. Another notification follows. Then another. Different outlets, same image. Same framing. Same narrative.No Julia.She scrolls, methodical, refusing the instinct to flinch. Headlines evolve with ruthless efficiency. The Woman Beside Him.

Julia’s statement doesn’t just trend—it ignites.By midmorning, her words are everywhere, stripped of context and then stitched back together by strangers. We don’t trade places. We stand. It becomes a slogan, a provocation, a declaration people argue over like it belongs to them.Brandon watches the numbers climb from the edge of the bed, phone heavy in his hand. Pride wars with something darker in his chest.“She didn’t have to do that,” he murmurs.Julia is at the window, wrapped in one of his shirts, the city bright and merciless below. “Yes, I did.”He looks up. “They’re

Julia notices it when she reaches for him without thinking.Her fingers barely brush Brandon’s sleeve as she passes him in the hallway, a familiar domestic gesture, thoughtless and soft. He flinches anyway—just a fraction, just enough to be real. His shoulders tense. His breath stutters.She stops mid-step.“I’m sorry,” he says immediately, too fast, as if apologizing is muscle memory now.“For what?” she asks, though her chest already aches.He shakes his head, eyes unfocused for a moment. “Nothing. I just—”He doesn’t finish. He doesn’t have to.The apartment fee

Vanessa laughs softly, the sound perfectly calibrated for the room.She stands beneath the chandelier in the conference hall, posture elegant, hands folded loosely at her waist. Her dress is understated in the way only wealth understands—nothing loud, everything deliberate. When she speaks, heads tilt toward her instinctively, as if grace itself has leaned forward.“It’s been… challenging for everyone,” she says, voice warm. “Transitions always are.”Brandon watches from three steps away, expression unreadable. Julia stands beside him, shoulder barely brushing his arm, aware of every inch of space between them. Cameras cluster at the edge of the room, lenses adjusting, hunting.Vanessa turns slightly, letting her gaze pass over