All Chapters of Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

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Chapter 171: Ethan's Wish

The Parent-Teacher Conference at L’École Internationale de New York was less of a meeting and more of a summit.Aurora sat on a small, ergonomic chair in Madame Dubois’s classroom, surrounded by finger paintings and the faint smell of chalk dust. She was wearing her "engagement armor"—a cream-colored suit that softened her edges but still screamed CEO.Liam wasn't here. He was in Tokyo, closing the final logistics for the "Alliance" distribution. He would be back tonight."Ethan is a delight," Madame Dubois said, adjusting her glasses. She was a stern, kind woman who had seen generations of Manhattan’s elite pass through her doors. "He is bright. Creative. His vocabulary is... advanced.""He listens," Aurora said, smiling. "Usually when he shouldn't.""He is also... very observant," Madame Dubois said. Her tone shifted. It became careful.She pulled a piece of paper from a folder."We did an exercise yesterday. 'My Three Wishes'. It’s a standard prompt. Most children wish for toys. Or

Chapter 172: The Difficult Conversation

The living room of the penthouse was quiet, but it wasn't the warm, comfortable silence that had settled into their lives over the past few weeks. It was a thick, expectant silence, heavy with the weight of the conversation they had to have.Aurora sat on the white sofa, her hands clasped in her lap. She was wearing her "Mom" clothes—jeans and a soft, oatmeal-colored sweater—but she felt as if she were wearing her CEO armor.Ethan was sitting in his "Captain's Chair," the leather armchair Liam had moved for him. He was holding Mr. Bun, but he wasn't playing. He was watching them.His question from school—why don't we live together like other families?—had morphed into a wish. And that wish had become a fear.Promises break.Liam sat on the coffee table, facing Ethan. He was close enough to touch his son’s knee, but he kept his hands to himself. He looked serious."Ethan," Liam said, his voice low and gentle. "Do you remember what we talked about? About the puzzle pieces?"Ethan nodded

Chapter 173: Vanessa's Desperation

The apartment in Queens was a tomb of dead ambitions.Vanessa Leigh sat on the floor, surrounded by the debris of her life.Cardboard boxes filled with expensive clothes she could no longer wear. Stacks of legal notices she couldn't pay. A half-empty bottle of cheap vodka that tasted like gasoline.The television was on, the volume low. It was tuned to a celebrity news channel.And there they were.The Golden Couple.Liam Cross and Aurora Vale, walking out of the L’École Internationale auditorium. Holding hands. Smiling. The "Boring Family" narrative was in full swing, and the world was eating it up."Look at them," Vanessa whispered, her voice a scratchy rasp. "Look at how happy they are."She threw the remote at the screen. It bounced off Liam’s smiling face with a dull thud.She hated them.She hated Aurora for being the "Phoenix." For rising from the ashes Vanessa had so carefully arranged. For stealing the narrative, the sympathy, the win.But she hated Liam more.She hated him f

Chapter 174: The Stalking

The "dragon" note had been a prick. A small, sharp reminder that the world outside the castle walls wasn't empty.But in the weeks that followed, the pricks became a pattern.It started with small things. Anomalies in the perfect, curated life Aurora and Liam were building.A coffee cup left on the hood of Aurora’s car. It was from the cheap bodega near the AVA flagship, not the artisanal café she frequented. Written on the lid in black marker was a smiley face.A toy soldier found in Ethan’s backpack. It wasn't one of his. It was old, the paint chipped, the face melted."Did you trade with someone at school?" Aurora asked, holding the toy up to the light."No," Ethan said, frowning. "I found it in my cubby. Maybe the Cubby Fairy left it.""Maybe," Aurora said, her stomach churning. She threw the soldier away.Then, the phone calls started.Not to her cell. To the landline in the penthouse—a number only family and emergencies had.It would ring at odd hours. 3 AM. 11 PM.When she answ

Chapter 175: The Break-In

The penthouse smelled of lavender and fear.It was a Sunday evening. They had been gone for three hours—a "mandatory family outing" to the Botanical Gardens to see the holiday train show. It was supposed to be a distraction, a moment of peace in the siege.But the moment they stepped out of the private elevator, the peace shattered.The door to the apartment was unlocked.Not broken. Just... open. A sliver of darkness visible between the heavy wood and the frame.Liam stopped instantly. He put his arm out, blocking Aurora and Ethan."Stay here," he said, his voice dropping to the low, dangerous rumble of the "Wolf.""Liam," Aurora whispered, clutching Ethan’s hand. "The alarm didn't go off.""I know," he said.He pulled out his phone. He hit the panic button on his security app. Then he stepped forward, pushing the door open with his foot.The apartment was dark."Graves!" Liam shouted into the void. "Report!"Silence.Liam turned to Aurora. "Take Ethan back to the elevator. Go down t

Chapter 176: Aurora's Fear

The Plaza Hotel penthouse was a fortress of gilt and velvet, a far cry from the stark, minimalist glass of the Cross tower or the warm wood of the beach house. It was luxury as a barricade.It was 3 AM.Ethan was asleep in the master bedroom, tucked between pillows that cost more than Aurora’s first car. Liam was in the living room, on the phone with Graves, coordinating a manhunt that spanned three boroughs.Aurora was in the bathroom.She was sitting on the edge of the marble tub, staring at the door. It was locked.She had scrubbed her hands three times. She could still smell it.Vanessa’s perfume.It was a phantom scent, clinging to her skin, to her memory. The heavy, floral cloy of a woman who had violated the one sacred space Aurora had left.She was in his bed.The thought was a loop, a jagged recording playing over and over in her mind. Vanessa Leigh, the woman who had destroyed her wedding, had lain where her son slept. She had breathed on his pillow. She had marked him.Auro

Chapter 177: The Escalation

The Plaza Hotel suite was a gilded cage.It was 10 AM on a Monday. The city outside was bustling, alive with the start of a new week. But inside the penthouse, time felt suspended, thick with the residue of fear.Aurora sat on the velvet sofa, her laptop open but ignored. She was watching Ethan.He was sitting on the floor, playing with a set of hotel-provided coloring books. He looked small in the opulent room. Too small for the size of the threat that was hunting him."Maman?" he asked, not looking up. "When can we go home?""Soon," Aurora lied. "They're... fixing the heater.""Did the bad lady break the heater?"Aurora flinched. "No, baby. Just... maintenance."Liam walked in from the bedroom. He was wearing a fresh suit—delivered by his assistant—but his eyes were hard. He looked like a man preparing for war."Graves found the breach," he said, his voice low. "She used a cloned keycard. Probably from her time as VP. The security firm is being replaced.""That doesn't help us now,"

Chapter 178: The Reveal

The beach house in Montauk was supposed to be a fortress.Liam had quadrupled the security. There were guards at the gate, guards on the dunes, and a perimeter alarm system that could detect a seagull landing on the roof.But fear didn't need a gate code.It was 2 AM. The ocean was a restless, churning black void beyond the windows.Aurora was awake. She was lying in bed next to Liam, listening to the wind batter the shingles. Liam was asleep, his arm heavy over her waist, his breathing deep and steady. He was the "Bear," keeping watch even in his dreams.But Aurora couldn't sleep.The press conference had been a victory. They had exposed Vanessa. They had turned the narrative.But Vanessa was still out there.I'm coming, Aurora. And I'm bringing the fire.The whisper from the taxi in Chapter 177 echoed in Aurora’s mind, though she hadn't heard it. She felt it. A cold draft in a warm room.She slipped out from under Liam’s arm. She needed water. She needed to check the locks.She walk

Chapter 179: The Restraining Order

The morning after the fire, the world smelled of ash and ozone.Liam and Aurora stood in the ruins of the Montauk beach house. The deck was charred black. The siding was scorched. But the structure—the bones of the house—had held."It can be fixed," the contractor said, kicking a piece of blackened wood. "Structurally, it's sound. We'll have to replace the deck, the siding, maybe some of the framing. But the house... the house is still here.""Fix it," Liam said. "Whatever it costs."Aurora didn't speak. She was holding Ethan’s hand so tight her knuckles were white. Ethan was staring at the burnt wood, his face pale."Did the dragon do this?" he whispered."No," Liam said, kneeling down. "A bad person did this. But the police caught her. She's in a cage now.""A dragon cage?""A police cage," Liam said. "Stronger."But Aurora wasn't so sure.Her phone rang. It was Adrian."Liam," she said, handing him the phone. "It's your brother. He sounds... urgent."Liam took the phone. He listene

Chapter 180: The Kidnapping Attempt

The restraining order was a piece of paper. Vanessa Leigh was a force of nature.Three days had passed since the court hearing. Three days of "lockdown" in the penthouse.Ethan was climbing the walls. Literally. He had stacked the sofa cushions against the floor-to-ceiling windows and was trying to scale them to "see the dragon.""Maman," he whined, sliding down a silk pillow. "I want to go to school. I miss my friends. I miss the library."Aurora stood by the kitchen island, her phone pressed to her ear. She was talking to the head of the security detail, a new man named Miller (no relation to the lawyer), who had replaced Graves for the "school run.""Is the perimeter secure?" she asked, her voice tight."Yes, Ms. Vale," Miller said. "We have three cars. Two decoys. We've vetted every teacher, every janitor, every parent. The school is a fortress."Aurora looked at Ethan. He was bored. He was lonely. He was six years old, and he was paying the price for her past."Okay," she whisper

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