All Chapters of His hidden heiress : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The moment their hands touchedIt didn’t go unnoticed.Nothing ever did in a room like this.Especially not when it involved him.They walked together into the main hall, side by side.Calm.Unhurried.Like they belonged there.Like they had always been part of that world.But the truth wasOnly one of them was.Eyes followed them.Quietly.Carefully.People who were mid-conversation paused for just a second longer than necessary.Some smiled politely.Others whispered behind raised glasses.But everyoneNoticed.“Who is she?”“I’ve never seen her before…”“Is she with him?”The questions moved from one table to another.Low voices.Controlled curiosity.Kael didn’t react.Didn’t slow down.Didn’t acknowledge any of it.His expression stayed the sameCalm.Unreadable.Untouchable.But beside himShe noticed.Of course she did.The stares.The attention.The silent judgment.But she didn’t shrink.Didn’t hesitate.Didn’t try to adjust herself to fit in.She simply walked.Like she didn

By the time she got home, the city was quieter.The lights still shined through her window, but everything else had slowed down.Finally.Peace.She stepped inside, kicking off her heels almost immediately.“God…”She let out a breath, dropping her bag on the table.Today had been…A lot.She walked further in, loosening her hair slightly as she headed to her room.The dress.The gala.Him.Everything replayed in her head at once.She sat on the edge of her bed, staring ahead for a second.ThenShe reached for her phone.No thinking.No hesitation.She dialed.It rang once.Twice.Then“HELLO??”Her friend’s voice came in loud and excited.She pulled the phone slightly away from her ear.“Relax,” she said.“Don’t tell me to relax!” her friend shot back immediately. “You went to a gala with that man and you didn’t call me??”She smiled slightly.“I just got home.”“I’ve been waiting!” her friend complained. “Start talking. Now.”She leaned back on the bed.“Okay…”A small pause.Then“

The box stayed on her desk longer than it should have. She didn’t touch it again. Didn’t open it. Didn’t move it. But she didn’t throw it away either. Work continued. As usual. Meetings came in. Calls followed. Decisions had to be made. And she handled all of it the same way she always did Sharp. Focused. Unbothered. But not completely. Her eyes kept drifting back to the box. Not often. Just enough. “Focus,” she muttered under her breath, flipping through a document. She signed it quickly and pushed it aside. Another one followed. Then another. Her assistant knocked and walked in. “Ma’am, the revised proposal is ready.” “Send it in,” she replied without looking up. “Yes, ma’am.” The door closed again. Silence returned. She exhaled slowly and leaned back in her chair. Her gaze shifted Right back to the box. “This is unnecessary,” she said quietly. More to herself than anyone else. She stood up. Walked around the desk.

The next day felt easy.Too easy.The city was calm, and for once, she didn’t rush out early.Her Bestie was still fast asleep, wrapped up like she had no care in the world.She stood by the window for a moment, arms folded, watching the quiet morning.A small smile touched her lips.It felt good.Normal.Behind her, a groan.“Why are you up so early…” her friend mumbled, barely opening her eyes.She turned slightly.“Because some of us have responsibilities.”Her friend pulled the pillow over her head.“I’m on vacation, leave me alone.”She shook her head, amused.“Lazy.”“I heard that,” her friend replied.They didn’t rush the morning.Breakfast was slow.Conversations were random.Laughter came easily.Later in the afternoon, after she had stepped out briefly for work and returned, her friend was sprawled on the couch, phone in hand.Scrolling.Typing.Smiling to herself.“What are you doing?” she asked, dropping her bag.“Nothing,” her friend said quickly.Too quickly.She narrowe

The room went still. Her father didn’t speak. Not immediately. His eyes stayed on the phone. Focused. Sharp. Livia shifted slightly where she stood. Her fingers twisting together. Waiting. Her stepmother crossed her arms. Confident. Certain. “She’s been going around like this,” she said. “Showing herself off.” No response. Her father’s gaze didn’t move. Still on the screen. Scroll. Another picture. Elara walking through the city. Calm. Untouched. Scroll. Another. Smiling. Free. His expression didn’t change. Livia frowned slightly. This wasn’t what she expected. “She left this house with nothing,” her stepmother continued. “And now look at her.” Still nothing. Her father finally leaned back slowly. Silence stretched. Livia glanced at her mother. Then back at him. “Well?” her stepmother pressed. His eyes lifted. Not angry. Not shocked. Just… thinking. “Where did you get this?” he asked. Livia stepped forward quickly. “Her friend posted it,” she s