The Forgotten Heiress Returns のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

"Take her the hell away! She killed my wife!"The command tore through the room with such force that everyone seemed frozen for one brief second.Malcolm stood rigidly near the doorway, his face twisted with anger, disappointment, and years of buried resentment.His eyes remained fixed on Marian, carrying the weight of everything he had just discovered about Roselyn's death.The officers immediately moved toward Marian, lifting her from the floor and securing her hands behind her back.One officer held her firmly while his colleague reached for the handcuffs and locked them around her trembling wrists."Ma'am, you're under arrest for the murder of Roselyn Shaw." The officer said as his colleague coffed her. "You have the right to remain silent or whatever you say or do will and can be used against you in the court of law."The official words sounded cold and final, leaving Marian staring at the officers as though she could somehow wake from the nightmare.Her breathing became uneven w

“Miranda,” Elizabeth whispered in her mind as she turned, meeting the young lady walking in majestically. “She didn't finish her off. Let this not be what I'm thinking.” She could hear her heart pounding violently inside her chest, making every breath suddenly feel difficult.Amber walked slowly before the crowd, her white gown flowing gracefully around her ankles with every confident step she took.Oliver walked beside her like a shield, his presence calm and protective while his eyes carefully watched everyone gathered inside the ballroom.The sight of them together immediately changed the atmosphere, drawing every conversation toward them as curious guests turned their attention forward.Amber's face carried a calmness that almost looked peaceful, though there was something determined hiding beneath that beautiful expression.Oliver remained close enough to support her, silently reminding her that she did not have to face what came next alone.Elizabeth stared at them without blin

"You evil, despicable woman!" Edward snapped furiously as the last slap landed on Elizabeth cheek, sending her flying backward. "Cheating wasn't enough. You had to kill people too?"His voice thundered across the ballroom, leaving everyone frozen while Elizabeth stared at him with terror written across her tearful face.The accusation seemed to crush whatever little strength she had left, yet Elizabeth immediately shook her head while struggling to remain standing."No, no." Elizabeth cried, struggling forward and reaching for Edward's chest, her hands shaking. "Please, Edward. Please forgive me! I'm your heartbeat, remember?"She desperately pressed closer, her trembling fingers reaching toward him as though their years together could suddenly erase everything exposed that night.Two guests standing nearby exchanged an amused glance, their expressions showing how unbelievable Elizabeth's desperate attempt sounded after everything they had witnessed."Did I just hear her right?" The l

PROLOGUE PART IIThis is a preamble for the second part of the story where the story draws to climax._______________The dark corridors of the Winchester empire had never been quieter, yet beneath the surface, the structural beams were already groaning under the weight of an unseen war.For decades, the Winchester name was an untouchable monolith in the high-stakes underworld of North American trade, built on cold Edward’s unyielding governance and secured by Oliver’s ruthless, chess-like precision. But empires rarely crumble from external assaults first; they rot from within. The public saw a pristine aristocratic family of untouchable wealth; the shadows knew the truth: a fractured bloodline tearing itself apart over vengeance, inheritance, and pride.Two months had passed since Elizabeth Winchester was dragged away in cuffs, leaving Sag Harbor in a state of fragile, uneasy peace. To Oliver and Amber, her imprisonment felt like the closing of a dark chapter. To the rest of the

"You're lying! You're a gold-digging, opportunistic parasite!" I roared, grabbing Zoe by the lapels of her jacket and shoving her against the wall, my eyes burning with rage.My fingers tightened around her jacket as I stared into her face, struggling to control the anger boiling violently inside me.The alcohol had already blurred my thoughts, yet her sudden announcement had pushed whatever restraint remained completely out of my reach.She had walked into my home, dropped a pregnancy bomb on me, and somehow expected me to accept it without questioning her motives.I had known Zoe long enough to understand the kind of woman she was, and nothing about her sudden appearance felt innocent."I'm lying?" Zoe asked, giving a small laugh. "You're the man I've ever slept with, Cornell. This child..."Her words hung unfinished between us, but I immediately understood where she was trying to take the conversation.I shook my head with disbelief, feeling an ugly mixture of anger and amusement r