Todos los capítulos de The Heiress Returns: I Married My Ex Rival For Revenge: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

The investigator's office smelled faintly of coffee and old paper, and Isabella sat stiffly in the small chair across from the desk, her fingers curled tightly around the strap of her handbag. The man across from her, a heavyset figure named Grayson himself this time instead of one of his assistants, slid a thin folder across the desk toward her."This is different from what we usually find," he said carefully. "I thought you should see it in person."Isabella opened the folder slowly, her eyes scanning the pages inside. There were old newspaper clippings, faded and yellowed, along with a few printed pages of notes typed neatly beneath them. She frowned, reading the words carefully."What is this?" she asked, looking up at him."Something from years ago," Grayson said. "Before Sebastian Voss became who he is today. There was an incident involving him and Nicholas Blackwood. College years, it looks like. We could not get full details. Records were sealed, people we spoke to went quiet

The phone call came in the middle of a quiet Tuesday morning, while Genevieve sat at the kitchen table going over flower arrangements with a small notebook open in front of her. She answered without any sense that something was wrong, expecting perhaps a question about seating charts or catering numbers."Mrs. Voss," the woman on the other end said, her voice stiff and careful, "I am calling from the cathedral events office. I am afraid we have run into a complication with your reserved date."Genevieve set down her pen slowly. "What kind of complication?""There has been an unexpected scheduling conflict," the woman said quickly, the words sounding rehearsed, almost memorized. "We are very sorry for the inconvenience, but we will no longer be able to host your ceremony.""We booked that date almost a month ago," Genevieve said, keeping her voice calm despite the sudden tightness spreading through her chest. "You confirmed everything in writing. What exactly changed?""There were unfo

Nicholas sat alone in his office long after everyone else had gone home, a small stack of newspapers spread across his desk, each one making his stomach twist a little tighter than the last. He picked up the top paper and read the headline again, though he had already memorized it after the third time reading it.WHO IS TRYING TO STOP THE WEDDING OF THE YEAR? SPECULATION GROWS AS SABOTAGE THEORIES SPREAD.He tossed the paper down and reached for another, this one worse than the first.SEBASTIAN VOSS HANDLES CRISIS AFTER CRISIS WITH CALM CONTROL — SOME CALL HIM UNSTOPPABLE.Nicholas pressed his palms flat against the desk and closed his eyes; his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. Every single plan he had put into motion, every vendor he had frightened away, every threat he had whispered through careful intermediaries, none of it had slowed the wedding down even slightly. Instead, each disaster seemed to make Sebastian look stronger, calmer, more impressive to the very same public Nicho

Nicholas stood at the window of his office, staring down at the busy street below without really seeing any of it. Behind him, his lead adviser, a thin, nervous man named Ferris, shuffled papers quietly on the desk, waiting for Nicholas to speak first."Tell me again," Nicholas said slowly, not turning around, "how three of my longtime business partners suddenly decided this week that they need to distance themselves from me."Ferris cleared his throat carefully. "They did not give exact reasons, sir. But given everything that has happened with the wedding sabotage, I believe they are worried about being caught in the middle of whatever conflict is growing between you and Mr. Voss."Nicholas turned sharply, his eyes narrowing. "They are afraid of him.""It appears that way, sir," Ferris admitted.Nicholas let out a short, humorless laugh, running a hand roughly through his hair. "I built relationships with those men for years. Years, Ferris. And the moment Sebastian Voss raises an eye

The conference room buzzed with quiet excitement that morning, a different energy than the careful, tense meetings Genevieve had grown used to over the past few weeks. A tall executive named Preston stood near the front of the room, clicking through slides filled with bright green numbers and confident projections, his voice smooth and practiced as he walked through the details of a potential acquisition."Halden Manufacturing," Preston said, gesturing toward the screen. "Profitable for six straight years. Strong client base. Excellent growth potential in the coming decade. This is, without question, one of the strongest acquisition opportunities we have seen this year."Around the table, several senior executives nodded in agreement, murmuring quiet approval. Genevieve sat quietly beside Sebastian, listening carefully, though something about the numbers on the screen tugged uncomfortably at the back of her mind. She told herself it was nothing, that everyone in the room clearly saw s