Semua Bab The billionaire brother's lost heiress : Bab 1 - Bab 10

CH 1 POV: Alexander Hartwell The Announcement Flashing cameras lit up the Hartwell Grand Hall like lightning in a storm. Alexander Hartwell hated press conferences. They were predictable. Controlled. Negotiable. Today was none of those things. Reporters filled every seat. Microphones stretched forward. The entire nation was watching live. At exactly noon, he stepped onto the stage. Tall. Controlled. Untouchable. Beside him stood his younger brother, Julian Hartwell—equally powerful, but far less composed today. For seventeen years, the Hartwell empire had ruled industries across continents. They had crushed competitors. Dominated markets. Expanded without mercy. But there was one thing they had never conquered. Loss. Alexander adjusted the microphone. His reflection in the lens of a nearby camera looked calm. He did not feel calm. “Seventeen years ago,” he began, “our three-year-old sister disappeared from our family estate.” The hall fell silent. Even the cameras seem

CH3 POV: Sophia Morph Becoming Isabella Sophia had always believed she deserved more. More money. More luxury. More recognition. And definitely more than this house with its cracked ceilings and peeling paint. She stood in front of her mirror, studying her reflection carefully. Her mother’s words echoed in her mind. The Hartwell family is searching for their lost daughter. A slow breath left her lips. “How would that even work?” Sophia asked, folding her arms across her chest. Victoria closed the bedroom door behind her. “It works,” she said calmly, “because you fit.” Sophia let out a short laugh. “Mother, the entire country just saw the birthmark.” Victoria’s expression didn’t change. “Yes. And?” Sophia’s smile faded. “And I don’t have one.” Victoria stepped closer. “But someone in this house does.” The silence that followed was heavy. Almost suffocating. Realization dawned slowly. “Elena?” Sophia whispered. Victoria nodded once. Sophia stared at her mothe

CH 5 POV: Alexander Hartwell The Inspection Alexander Hartwell did not believe in miracles. He believed in evidence. Still, as the car slowed to a stop in front of the modest house Daniel Reeves had directed them to, something unfamiliar tightened in his chest. Julian leaned forward slightly from the passenger seat. “This is it?” he asked quietly. Alexander studied the property through the tinted window. Peeling paint. Narrow windows. A small iron gate that had seen better years. If she had grown up here… His jaw tightened. “Let’s not assume anything,” he said evenly. The engine cut off. The silence felt louder than the drive. The front door opened before they could knock. Victoria Morph stood in the doorway, dressed modestly but neatly. Her expression was carefully arranged between humility and restrained emotion. “Mr. Hartwell,” she said softly. Alexander gave a single nod. “This is my brother, Julian.” Victoria stepped aside. “Please, come in.” The house was

CH 7 POV: Julian Hartwell Something Unfamiliar Julian had imagined this moment for seventeen years. Bringing his sister home. Watching her walk through the front doors. Hearing her call this place home again. Yet as he stood outside her bedroom door the next morning— He hesitated. His hand hovered mid-air before knocking. Why? He didn’t know. He knocked lightly. “Come in,” her voice answered. Soft. Controlled. Julian stepped inside. Sophia—Isabella—sat near the window. Morning sunlight fell gently across her face, giving her an almost fragile glow. A tray of untouched breakfast rested on the table beside her. “You didn’t eat,” Julian observed. “I wasn’t hungry,” she replied quietly. Seventeen years apart, he reminded himself. Of course she would feel overwhelmed. He walked further into the room, studying her carefully. “Do you remember anything?” he asked. “From before?” She lowered her gaze. “I remember… trees,” she said slowly. “And a big house.” Julian fe

CH 9 POV: Alexander Hartwell Verified The envelope felt heavier than it should. Alexander stood at the head of the long conference table, staring at the private laboratory seal. Across from him, Julian Hartwell looked ready to explode from anticipation. “Open it,” Julian said quietly. Alexander broke the seal. Unfolded the document slowly. His eyes scanned the first line. Then the second. Then the final conclusion. Biological relationship confirmed. Probability: 99.98%. Silence filled the room. Then— Julian exhaled sharply and covered his face with his hand. “She’s alive,” he whispered. “She’s really ours.” Alexander read the report again. Every statistic. Every verification code. Every authentication stamp. Scientifically flawless. Legally undeniable. He folded the paper with controlled precision. “It’s confirmed,” he said calmly. Julian stood abruptly. A broken laugh escaped him — half relief, half disbelief. “I told you,” he said. “I told you it was her.