All Chapters of Call Me Fake Heiress? Now I Bought My Ex's Company: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

The ride to the hospital passed in a blur of tangled thoughts. Mirena couldn’t stop her mind from circling back to her conversation with Eleanor—and the memory of standing on that balcony, watching Alexander bleed out, doing nothing.Did she hate Alexander that much? Or was it Harrison she hated to that extent?Yet, by some twisted turn of fate, she had ended up sleeping with him.Mirena couldn’t make sense of it. How could someone share a bed with a man they despised? But then again, she remembered the photograph—Harrison Peirce and Eleanor Vance in their prime, standing side by side with Isabela Rosa, all smiling at the camera.It was obvious from that single image that they had once been close. Something had happened—something that shattered that bond—and now, it seemed like Eleanor was clinging to whatever hatred had grown from it in her own way.Her chest tightened, and she bit down on her lower lip.It felt like she was spiraling—falling deeper into something she couldn’t see th

Mirena had a long list of reasons to dislike Camille Sterling, but now, she’d just been handed the perfect one to completely destroy her.That bitch had run her over with a fucking car.She had put Alexander in the fucking hospital.Lowering the paper, Mirena let out a quiet, furious sigh, her gaze dropping as silence settled around them. Ada and Logan watched her closely, both expecting some kind of outburst.When none came, they exchanged worried glances.Ada was just about to speak when Mirena finally did.“That bitch…” she muttered. “I’m seriously going to kill her this time around.”Ada and Logan exchanged another look—but this one carried understanding.Mirena’s anger had levels.The third was when she laughed, toying with you despite being furious. It is like a game a mouse plays with its prey before gobbling it up.The second was when she raised her voice, letting her emotions slip, rarely seen, but still better than the first.The first in particular, was the most dangerous.

“Mirena Crowne, you’re free to go.”Mirena had been seated calmly in the police station, legs crossed and posture pristine, when the words reached her.“Your bail has been processed,” Officer Bruce added.A faint smile curved her lips as she rose, smoothing out her dress with practiced ease.“I see. Thank you for letting me know,” she said lightly. “I trust you’ll put the evidence I handed you to good use.”Officer Bruce could only sigh inwardly.She was a terrifying woman.Less than twenty minutes after disfiguring someone, and calls from higher-ups had already started pouring in, pressuring him to release her. On top of that, the background check he’d run only made things worse.She was once a Sterling, then a Vance and now, she was boldly carrying the surname of the most influential woman in the city.The investment queen.Even someone in his position knew exactly what that meant.Whoever she truly was, he knew better than to ever get on her bad side.“Of course, Madam Crowne,” he

Mirena’s first encounter with Leonardo Ashton had been… unusual, if she were to think back on it now.It was only a few weeks after she had been brought into the Sterling Mansion. Under her ‘parents’ constant insistence that she build a good image before marriage, she had been sent to meet “old Ashton,” as they called him. She had gone in expecting a tyrant—someone cold, domineering, impossible to please.Instead, she found a man who simply wanted a chess partner.They had sat together for hours, playing game after game, exchanging light conversation in between. The carefully prepared gift basket she had brought for him had been forgotten entirely. And when she finally stood to leave, he had sighed, placed a hand on her shoulder, and said,“I’m lucky to have you as a granddaughter-in-law. It seems the universe couldn’t watch me suffer any longer.”At the time, she hadn’t thought much of it.But now, sitting here, her eyes wide, her thoughts spiraling, those words echoed loudly in her

“I’m giving my company to Mirena.”Said person immediately choked on the coffee she had just taken a sip of.It had been six hours since the entire identity discovery and emotional reunion. For those six hours, Mirena had sat through everything—listened, processed, adjusted—and at some point, she had even thought, maybe things aren’t so bad. Maybe things are finally settling down.Then that bomb dropped.Across from her, Francisco seemed to carefully consider Leonardo’s words, while Mirena hurriedly composed herself, setting the cup down.“That seems like a brilliant option,” Francisco said thoughtfully.“But one that feels a little too rushed,” Mirena added, still trying to steady herself.Leonardo frowned immediately.“Nonsense,” he dismissed with a wave of his hand. “I know without a doubt that you’re the right person for the job. And besides, your mother would have wanted this. The day she saved this company, she did so with her child in mind. She went on and on about wanting to l