All Chapters of The Heiress Who Stole My Heart: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The security room remained silent.The grainy footage had ended, but no one moved.The image of the two little girls lingered in Lina’s mind like an echo she couldn’t escape.She stared at the black monitor.“Play it again.”The technician swallowed.“I’ve tried, Miss Lina.”“What do you mean you’ve tried?”“It isn’t there anymore.”Lina turned sharply.“What?”He nervously rewound every recording stored on the server.Nothing.The timestamp from June 14, 1999 had vanished.No corruption.No deleted file.It was as though the footage had never existed.Aria stepped closer.“Who had access to this system before tonight?”“Only the security department.”“And?”“…your grandmother.”The room became quiet.No one dared look at Eleanor.The old woman remained composed.“I haven’t entered this room in years.”Aria believed she was telling the truth.But truth and innocence were not always the same.…Later that night…Rain beat steadily against the mansion windows.Lina stood alone in the mu

Chapter 13The message refused to leave Lina’s mind.She’ll choose someone else. Walk away.She had read it twice, and somehow the second time had made her angrier than the first.Not because someone had threatened her.Because someone had decided that Aria was something that could simply be taken away from her.Lina placed the phone on the desk and looked at Aria.“You should have told me.”Aria’s jaw tightened. “I didn’t want you involved.”“I am already involved.”“This is my problem.”“No.” Lina stepped closer. “The moment someone started threatening you because of me, it became mine too.”Aria looked away.That only made Lina angrier.“You keep doing this.”“Doing what?”“Deciding what I should know. Deciding what I can handle. Deciding when I need protection and when I need the truth.”“I’m trying to keep you alive.”“And I’m trying to make you understand that I am not a package you have to carry around.”Aria’s expression hardened.“You don’t understand what you’re dealing with

Chapter 15The screen went black, leaving the two of them standing in the damp morning grass beside the idling engine of the abandoned vehicle. Luca stepped back slightly, his expression grim as he wiped rain washed sweat from his brow, but Aria remained entirely motionless. Her jaw was set so tightly that the scar at her temple stood out against her pale skin. Forty eight hours. The deadline was not just a threat. It was a psychological blade designed to bleed her dry, carved from the exact ghost that haunted her sleep.Lina looked from the darkened phone to Aria. She saw the familiar, suffocating curtain falling over Aria’s eyes, the sudden emotional wall building brick by brick right in front of her."Don't do it," Lina said quietly, her voice cutting through the hum of the forest wind. "Don't you dare go back into your head, Aria."Aria did not answer immediately. She took the phone using a gloved hand, bagged it into clear plastic, and handed it to Luca without a word. Her voice,

Chapter 17 The blood red glare of the emergency lights painted the smoke filled corridor in brutal shades of crimson. Dust settled over the shattered wood of the door frame as Aria pushed Lina behind her, every muscle in her body coiled to kill. But the footsteps echoing up the grand staircase were not a chaotic breach. They were precise, synchronized, and deliberate. Before Aria could clear the threshold, two flashbangs arced through the doorway, bouncing twice on the polished hardwood before detonating in a blinding, concussive flash. The sound shattered the air like thunder. A wave of force threw Aria backward, her back slamming hard against the frame of the couch. Ringing pressure flooded her ears, blinding white spots searing her vision. She fought through the vertigo, her hand instinctively sweeping the floor for her sidearm, but heavy combat boots slammed into her wrist, pinning her arm to the floor with bone crushing weight. Aria roared in defiance, swinging her free arm,

Chapter 19 The relentless Scottish rain lashed against the soaring, double glazed windows of the glass penthouse atop the Kornnaphat Group’s regional headquarters in Edinburgh. Below, the ancient stone streets of the city glistened like polished obsidian, but inside the sprawling private residence, the air was heavy with an oppressive, freezing silence. Lina stood near the edge of the perimeter balcony glass, wrapped in a plush navy cashmere sweater that swallowed her small frame. Her hands were wrapped tightly around a steaming mug of tea, though she felt no warmth from it. The purple bruises on her wrists were fading into muted yellow rings, and the cuts on her face had begun to close, but the physical healing was a cruel contrast to the agonizing hollow in her chest. Every quiet hour in this sanctuary was a torture of its own. When she closed her eyes, her mind instinctively summoned the memory of Aria’s breath against her neck, the rough warmth of her calloused hands, and the d