All Chapters of Cinderella and Her Three Knights: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

100 Chapters

Chapter 71: Julian walked in on I and Lucian in Bed

Ella’s POVThe doorknob rattled—a slow, agonizing metallic grind that sounded like a bone breaking in the silence of the room. My breath hitched, dying in my throat. Beside me, I felt Lucian’s entire body turn to liquid fire and then tempered steel.“Ella? I’m coming in. I just want to make sure you’re breathing.” Julian’s voice was too calm, too caring. It was the kind of tone that hid a knife behind a bandage.“Under the covers,” I hissed, the words barely a vibration. “Now!”Lucian didn't hesitate. He slid down, his large, warm frame disappearing beneath the heavy silk duvet. I felt him press his back against the side of my leg, his head ducked low near my hip. I scrambled to pull the blankets up to my chin, my heart hammering so hard against my ribs I was certain Julian would see the fabric jumping.The door swung open. The hallway light spilled across the floor like a cold accusation. Julian stood there, still in his dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up. He looked exhausted, but hi

Chapter 72: The Fight for the Heir

Ella’s POVThe sun didn't rise the next morning; it simply bled a cold, watery gray through the curtains of my bedroom. I woke up with the phantom weight of Lucian’s arm across my waist, but the bed beside me was already empty and cold. He had vanished back into the shadows of his room before the first maid could rattle a duster in the hallway, leaving nothing behind but a lingering scent of rain and a heart that felt dangerously fragile.I dressed with shaking hands. I chose a structured, high-neck cream dress—a suit of armor masquerading as silk. My reflection looked like a stranger: the "Monroe Girl," the 51-percent stake, the girl who had to marry a Blackwood to keep her life from being liquidated.As I descended the grand staircase, the house felt like a coiled spring. The silence was heavy, but as I reached the dining hall, the sound of silver clinking against porcelain told me the lions were already gathered.I stopped in the doorway. It was a scene from a beautiful, terrifying

Chapter 73: From Intern to Director

Ella’s POVThe revolving glass doors of Blackwood Global didn't feel like an entrance anymore; they felt like the intake of a massive, predatory machine. Twenty-four hours ago, I had walked through these doors with a badge that barely granted me access to the executive lifts. Today, the security team—men who used to nod at me with bored indifference—snapped to attention, their radios crackling as they announced my arrival.“Director Monroe is in the building.”The title felt like a suit of armor that didn't quite fit. I was dressed in a charcoal power suit, my hair pulled back into a sleek, unforgiving bun. I didn't feel like Ella. I felt like the personification of a 51% stake.As I stepped onto the 42nd floor—the floor that housed the mid-level management and the internship pool—the atmosphere curdled. Usually, this floor was a hive of frantic energy, the sound of tapping keyboards and hushed gossip forming a constant hum.The moment I stepped off the lift, the silence was absolute.

Chapter 74: Lucian punched an offensive reporter for me

Ella’s POVMy bedroom at the estate looked like the dressing room of a theater, but the costumes were made of silk, power, and lethal intent. Three boxes had arrived within minutes of each other, each accompanied by a card that felt less like a greeting and more like a claim.Maya stood by the bed, her tablet in hand, looking at the display with a mixture of awe and pity. "The Board is already calling, Ella. They want to know which ‘house’ you’re representing tonight. The press is outside the gates like a pack of wolves."I looked at the three dresses—my "weapons" for the evening.From Adrian: A structured, midnight-black gown with a neckline that looked like a blade. It was the dress of a queen regent—stark, cold, and dominant. The card read: Wear the power you deserve.From Julian: A ethereal, champagne-colored silk dress that seemed to glow under the vanity lights. It was soft, romantic, and deceptively innocent. The card read: Remind them who you are in the light.From Lucian: A d

Chapter 75: Board room Games

Ella’s POVThe rest of the gala was a fever dream of muffled jazz and blurred faces. Security had locked down the Grand Atrium, cordoning off the press like a plague. Inside, the elite of the city whispered behind their champagne flutes, their eyes darting toward the "Girl in Red" and the empty seat where Julian should have been.By the time the sun began to rise, the world had already seen the footage.HEADLINE: THE BLACKWOOD BROUSE.SUBHEAD: Internal War Erupts on the Red Carpet as Lucian Blackwood Assaults Press.The clip of Lucian’s fist connecting with the reporter—and Julian caught in the crossfire—was playing on a loop on every news cycle. To the public, it was a scandal. To Adrian, it was a gift.At 8:00 AM, the Boardroom was vibrating with a different kind of energy. Adrian sat at the long table, his eyes bright with predatory triumph. Next to him sat four senior directors who had been noticeably silent during my first meeting. Now, they were whispering in his ear.“It is a m

Chapter 76: Nuru Massage Sex with Lucian

Ella’s POVThe adrenaline that had fueled my confrontation with Adrian evaporated the moment the heavy mahogany door of my office clicked shut. My knees buckled, and I had to lean against the cold glass of the window to keep from sliding to the floor. I had just threatened a Blackwood prince with total annihilation. I had used the darkest moments of my past as a weapon, and while I had won the day, I felt a bone-deep weariness that no amount of corporate victory could soothe.I didn't want the board. I didn't want the stock prices. I wanted the only person who had ever made me feel like Ella, not an asset.I bypassed Maya at the front desk, ignoring the stack of "urgent" memos she held. I took the service lift to the garage, slipped into a nondescript black sedan, and drove. I didn't need a GPS. My heart seemed to have its own compass, pointing toward the edge of the city, toward the old industrial district where the air smelled of salt and rust.The hideout was an old loft above a de

Chapter 76: The Chairman Actually Faked his Illness

Ella’s POVThe two weeks following the gala felt like walking through thick fog. The viral clip of Lucian’s fist connecting with the reporter eventually faded from the front pages, replaced by the mundane churn of corporate earnings and celebrity gossip. In the vacuum of the Chairman’s absence, the estate had reached a sort of cold-war stasis. Lucian and I moved like shadows, our alliance a secret fire burning in the dark, while Adrian and Julian circled each other with bared teeth.Then came Friday.The sky over the city was a bruised purple, heavy with the threat of a storm. I was in the middle of a budget review when Maya burst into my office, her face pale, her phone clutched to her chest."He's awake," she breathed. "The hospital just called. The Chairman... he’s conscious, and he’s asking for you. Only you, Ella."My heart did a slow, painful roll in my chest. "Not his sons?""Just you."The drive to the hospital was a blur. I expected a scene of medical chaos—nurses rushing, mo

Chapter 78: My Mother was the Chairman Childhood Crush!

Ella’s POVI stood at the foot of the bed, the expensive hospital linens suddenly looking like a shroud. The air in the room felt thin, vibrating with the static of twenty years of lies."The collapse," I whispered, my voice trembling as the pieces of a jagged puzzle began to click into place. "That day at the trail behind the orphanage. You 'fell' exactly where you knew I would be walking. You didn't just have a heart attack; you staged a rescue. Bringing me into the estate wasn't a reward for my kindness—it was a pre-meditated kidnapping masquerading as a miracle."Henry Blackwood leaned back, the amber liquid in his glass swirling as he looked at me with a chilling, nostalgic fondness. "A miracle is just a plan executed with perfect timing, Ella. If I had simply sent a car for you, you would have been suspicious. But if you 'saved' the Great Henry Blackwood? Then you belonged in my world by right of debt.""Why?" I demanded, slamming my hand against the bed rail. "Why me? Why now?"

Chapter 79: Secrets at the Orphanage

Ella’s POVThe iron gates of the St. Jude’s Home for Children groaned with a familiar, rusted ache as I pushed them open. I hadn't been back here since the day the Blackwood limousine pulled up to "rescue" me aside for the time I came for Mrs Keller retirement ceremony. The sight of the gray stone walls felt like a cold hand tightening around my throat."You're sure about this, Ella?" Lila whispered, her hand gripping my arm. She was the only person I could trust with this. To the Blackwood brothers, I was a prize; to the Board, I was a Director; but to Lila, I was still the girl who shared her smuggled chocolate bars in the dormitory. "If the Chairman is watching the estate, he might be watching this place, too.""He thinks he’s won, Lila," I said, my voice sounding hollow even to my own ears. "He thinks I’m paralyzed by the 'truth' he gave me. But his truth is a cage. I need to find the one my father left behind."We didn't go to the main office. I knew the layout of this building b

Chapter 80: The Ultimatum: Choose one of the Blackwood Brothers in 6hrs!

Ella’s POVThe sound of the heavy iron gates latching shut echoed through the foyer like a guillotine blade hitting wood. It wasn't just a sound; it was a vibration that traveled through the soles of my feet, telling me that the game had shifted from a corporate chess match to a survivalist’s trap.The Chairman’s voice crackled over the estate’s vintage intercom system—a cold, disembodied rasp that seemed to come from the very walls."The clock is currently 12:00 AM," the voice announced. "By 6:00 AM, the sun will rise, and the Monroe Provision must be satisfied. One signature. One contract. If the dawn breaks and the seat beside Ella Monroe remains empty, the Blackwood trust will be liquidated, the land will be sold to the highest bidder, and you will all be escorted from this property with nothing but the clothes on your backs. Sleep well, children."The intercom died with a sharp, final click.The five of us stood in the grand lounge, a room that felt less like a living space and m

...

5 6 7 8 9 10

SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP