บททั้งหมดของ The Heiress in Glass: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Daniel didn’t remember Eloise screaming.He didn’t remember her grabbing his arm.He didn’t remember Marcus arriving, or the sound of tires, or the cold.He only remembered the moment the car disappeared.The moment Vivienne disappeared.Everything inside him had gone with her.He stood in the middle of the airfield long after the fog swallowed the last trace of Margaux’s vehicle.Gone.She was gone.“Daniel.”Eloise’s voice broke behind him.Fragile.Shaking.Alive.He turned slowly.She looked like Vivienne.Not exactly.But enough that it hurt to look at her.“Daniel,” she said again. “We have to go.”He stared at her.His voice was hollow.“Where did she take her?”Eloise flinched.“I—I don’t know exactly.”Not good enough.Daniel stepped closer.“Y

Daniel had never believed in fate.He believed in decisions.In consequences.In the brutal, unchangeable reality that the world took more than it gave.But standing in the darkness outside Margaux’s estate, staring at the iron gates that separated him from Vivienne, he allowed himself one impossible thought:He was exactly where he was meant to be.Marcus killed the headlights.The engine went silent.Only the wind remained, whispering through the trees like a warning.Eloise sat in the back seat, her hands clenched in her lap.“That’s her primary residence,” she said quietly. “At least… the one she loved most.”Daniel didn’t look away from the gates.“How many guards?”Eloise hesitated.“At least six. Maybe more inside.”Marcus muttered under his breath.“She’s not hiding. She’s waiting.”Daniel nodded once.“Yes.”

Daniel’s hand flattened against the door.He could feel the faint vibration of her on the other side. Not physically, not truly—but in the way his entire body reacted to her presence. Every nerve awake. Every instinct sharpened.She was there.Alive.So close.“Step back,” he whispered through the wood.On the other side, Vivienne obeyed instantly. He heard the soft shuffle of her feet, the catch of her breath she couldn’t quite hide.Marcus appeared beside him, already reaching into his bag.“You weren’t kidding,” Marcus murmured. “She’s actually here.”Daniel didn’t respond.He couldn’t.If he let himself feel it—really feel it—he might break.Marcus worked quickly, inserting the thin metal pick into the lock.“This isn’t going to be as easy as the service door,” he warned.Daniel nodded once.“Just open it.”Marcus glanced at him.

“One.”The word fell like a guillotine.For a split second, the entire world seemed to stop breathing.The red emergency lights pulsed across the marble floor. The alarm continued its relentless scream. Somewhere deeper in the mansion, doors slammed and footsteps thundered.But on the staircase, everything was still.Daniel’s mind raced.Marcus on the left.Vivienne beside him.A gun pointed at each of them.Margaux stood below like she had all the time in the world.Waiting.Watching.Enjoying this.Vivienne could feel Daniel shaking beside her—not from fear, but from rage barely held together. His hand had tightened around her wrist so hard she could feel his pulse hammering through his grip.Marcus gave a small, crooked smile.“Well,” he said quietly, “this is officially the worst business meeting I’ve ever attended.”The guard shoved the gun harder against Marcus’s temple.“Quiet.”Marcus rolled his eyes.“Touchy.”Daniel stepped down another stair.“Don’t.”Margaux’s voice cut th

The mansion burned like a fallen kingdom. Flames tore through the upper floors, bursting through tall windows that had once overlooked manicured gardens and quiet wealth. Smoke curled into the night sky in thick black columns, lit orange by the fire that devoured everything inside. Vivienne stood behind the line of police barricades, unable to look away. The estate that had once symbolized power, control, and suffocating expectations was collapsing piece by piece in front of her. And somewhere inside it— Margaux might be dead. Or she might not. The uncertainty sat like a stone in Vivienne’s chest. Daniel stood beside her, one arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders. His hand rested gently against her arm, grounding her in the chaos around them. Paramedics moved quickly through the crowd. Police radios crackled. Firefighters shouted commands. But for a moment, everything around them felt strangely distant. “Hey,” Daniel said softly. Vivienne blinked and looked up at