All Chapters of The Billionaire's Reborn Curvy Heiress : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The call came two days after the hearing.I was in the kitchen when Alexander’s phone rang. He answered, listened for a short time, then said, “Send it now.” He put the phone on speaker and opened the email Vivian had just forwarded.The judge’s written decision was clear.The amendment to the will that would have given Ethan control if I died was set aside. The court found the process rushed and poorly documented. The notary’s history made the signatures unreliable. Control of the relevant shares stayed with the original structure that protected my position. The temporary freeze on distributions was lifted in my favor.I read the words twice to make sure I had them right.Alexander watched my face. “It’s done. That part is finished.”“Good.”I felt the weight lift a little, but not all the way. The will was only one piece. Ethan and Sophia still had money, connections, and anger. The threats had not stopped. The tire cut was still under investigation. The old murder plan from my firs

the police case moved faster than anyone expected.Two weeks after Sophia and Ethan gave their inconsistent statements, formal charges were filed. Conspiracy related to the engagement-party incident. Evidence from the catering worker. Phone records. The earlier tire sabotage was linked through the same network of contacts. Ethan and Sophia both denied everything, but the proof kept growing. Their lawyers stopped talking about quick dismissal and started talking about damage control.I did not attend every hearing. Alexander and Vivian handled the legal side. I gave my statement once, clearly and without drama. Then I went back to training and riding. The track felt better every week. My body was stronger. The soft shape was still mine, but it sat on muscle that worked when I asked it to.The company shares stayed under the original structure. The will decision held. Ethan’s appeal went nowhere useful. Partners continued to leave his side deals. Money got tighter for him. Social doors

We drove back the day after the championship. The trophy sat in the trunk. The bike was loaded clean. No more strange delays. No more late technical checks. The setup against me had failed, and the people who arranged it had gone quiet again.Alexander drove most of the way. I watched the road and felt the usual mix of tired muscles and clear head that came after a hard race weekend. When we reached the Hamptons house it was late afternoon. The air smelled of salt. I walked straight to the garage, checked the bike once more, and then went inside.Life returned to a steady pattern. Mornings were for training. Some days I lifted with Mara. Other days I rode local tracks. Alexander handled his work from the house or the city office. Evenings were quiet. We cooked simple food. We talked about the open legal cases without letting them take over every conversation.The cases moved in small steps. Ethan’s lawyers filed more motions. Most were denied. Sophia’s statements stayed inconsistent.

The next weeks stayed quiet on the surface and busy underneath.The legal case moved forward in small, clear steps. Vivian sent updates every few days. The prosecutor added the new statement from Ethan’s former associate to the file. Dates were set for more hearings. Ethan’s lawyers kept filing motions. Most were turned down. Sophia’s side stayed mostly silent in public.I did not go to every court date. Alexander and Vivian handled the parts that needed lawyers. I gave one more short statement when the prosecutor asked and then returned to my own schedule.Training filled the mornings. Mara kept the sessions hard but smart. My body handled the work. Strength was there when I needed it on the bike. I still ate proper meals and slept when the calendar allowed. No big changes. Just steady progress.The next race on the list was a longer circuit farther up the coast. We planned it the same way as before: early arrival, small trusted crew, quiet security. Alexander took the time off to co

Six weeks until the full trial.The number sat on the calendar and shaped the days around it. Vivian sent short updates every few days. The witness list was locked. The evidence list was locked. Ethan’s lawyers filed two more motions. Both were denied. Sophia’s side stayed quiet in public and active in private filings that also went nowhere useful.I kept my own schedule. Mornings were for the gym or the track. Mara kept the training hard and clean. My body held the work. Strength was there when I needed it. I raced one more event three weeks before the trial date. The weekend was simple. I qualified second and finished second. No trouble in the paddock. No strange delays. The small trophy went on the shelf with the rest.Alexander came to every race he could. When he could not, security stayed close and quiet. At home the evenings were steady. We cooked. We talked about the open items without letting them fill every hour. The legal process had its own track. We stayed on ours.One af