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REJECTED BILLIONAIRE'S HEIRESS Chapter 77
SARAH'S POV:The car ride was enveloped in an eerie silence, broken only by the gentle hum of the engine reverberating through the vehicle, creating an atmosphere thick with tension. As we cruised through the labyrinth of city streets, I found solace in the rhythmic undulation of the colorful city lights as they streaked past the window, casting a mesmerizing blur.My mind was a whirlwind of intertwining thoughts and fears, but the steady, lulling cadence of Mabel's asleep breath, nestled on Mark's lap, served as an anchor, grounding me in the present moment.Paul expertly maneuvered through the intricate web of streets with an effortless grace that belied the chaos outside. I stole a furtive glance at him, his countenance a steadfast mask of concentration, and marveled at his unyielding composure amidst the swirling turmoil. Finally, the car decelerated as we approached the sight of Paul's residence.The car slowly rolled to a stop in front of Paul's charming and modest country house
REJECTED BILLIONAIRE'S HEIRESS Chapter 78
SARAH'S POV:As Paul made his way through the front door, his heavy footsteps seemed to create no sound at all, as if his shoes were not even touching the floor.His hand clenched the doorknob tightly, the metal biting into his palm. He faltered for a brief moment, his whole body tense as if preparing himself for what lay on the other side. Taking a deep breath, he slowly pushed the door open, the muted creak of its hinges breaking the silence. As the door widened, it revealed a police officer standing on the porch, the stern set of his jaw immediately sending a surge of adrenaline through my veins."We have news," the officer began, his voice heavy with urgency. My mind leaped into overdrive, conjuring up a thousand worst-case scenarios. What could have happened? Who could be in trouble? Each possibility is more terrifying than the last.The police officer's voice cut through the tense atmosphere, finally providing some resolution. "Sarah's grandmother is requesting to see her,"
REJECTED BILLIONAIRE'S HEIRESS Chapter 79
MARK'S POV:As I walked out of the hospital, I felt a rush of emotions as I settled into the driver's seat, my hands tightening around the steering wheel as if it were the only thing keeping me grounded. A surge of hope filled me, but it was accompanied by the daunting realization of the uncertain and challenging road ahead. Surprisingly, Sarah was no longer a point of contention. Her presence now felt like a bridge connecting my turbulent past to an ambiguous future.As I strolled through the well-worn streets, a whirlwind of emotions enveloped me. My heart ached with a poignant blend of nostalgia and apprehension. After months of absence, I finally found myself on the path back to my abode. It had been far too long since I had laid eyes upon the place I once called home, all because of Jennie. She, once a trusted confidant, had turned into a formidable foe who sought to extinguish my existence in a calculated attempt to lay claim to my rightful inheritance. The memory of her perf
REJECTED BILLIONAIRE'S HEIRESS Chapter 80
MARK'S POV: The air was thick with tension as I stared Jennie down, my voice cold and unwavering. "I'll give you one last chance," I said, taking a step back. “Stop now, or face the consequences." Jennie's eyes flitted around the room, desperately seeking an escape route, but the walls seemed to close in on her. She had gambled everything, and now, I will make sure that she faces the repercussions. "You can't win," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. "Watch me," I retorted, turning on my heel and striding toward the door. My footsteps echoed ominously in the silence, each step a reminder of the finality of my decision. As I approached the exit, the sound of hurried footsteps caught my attention. Without thinking, I turned around and saw Jennie, her face betraying a sense of urgency. Without warning, she lunged toward me and forcefully pushed me. I staggered, struggling to regain my balance, but managed to stay on my feet. As I composed myself, I locked ey
REJECTED BILLIONAIRE'S HEIRESS Chapter 81
SARAH'S POVAs I slowly walked the path leading to Joe's house, my mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. Images of betrayal, lingering unanswered questions, and the relentless ache in my soul jostled for attention, creating a tumultuous storm in my head. Each step I took felt like I was wading through thick, clinging quicksand, with the weight of fear and uncertainty bearing down on me, making every movement more arduous than the last.As I approached Joe's house, the imposing structure cast long, eerie shadows that seemed to stretch out like ghostly fingers, creating an ominous atmosphere. With each step closer, a sense of foreboding enveloped me, and when I finally reached the front door, I hesitated, feeling the palpitations of my heart reverberating like a war drum in my chest. Summoning my courage, I lifted my hand and rapped on the door, the sound resonating through the tranquil night, amplifying the tension of the moment.The door groaned and reluctantly swung open, r
REJECTED BILLIONAIRE'S HEIRESS Chapter 82
SARAH'S POV As I made my way home, the weight of the file in my hand felt like a lifeline, a slender thread of hope amid the darkness of uncertainty. With each step, I felt the heaviness of the day easing, replaced by the anticipation of what awaited me at home. The door creaked as I pushed it open, the familiar sound of the floorboards greeting me with their well-worn groans. Inside, the stillness of the house contrasted sharply with the turmoil churning within me, like two separate worlds colliding in the space I called home. I took a seat at the kitchen table, the file in front of me seemed to weigh a ton. With both anticipation and nervousness, I carefully lifted the cover. The contents revealed a trove of evidence – documents meticulously outlining my uncle's fraudulent activities, a trail of incriminating emails, and handwritten notes chronicling his deceit. These were more than just pieces of paper; they held the key to reclaiming my late father's company, built with hi
REJECTED BILLIONAIRE'S HEIRESS Chapter 83
SARAH'S POV:The heavy front door swung open with a creak before I even had a chance to reach for the handle. In the doorway, my grandmother stood, her figure framed by the soft light spilling in from outside. Worry lines etched deep into her usually serene face, and her bright eyes were clouded with concern. Without a word, she enveloped me in a tight, warm embrace, the faint scent of lavender and old books swirling around us, briefly offering a sense of solace amid uncertainty."Are you okay?" My grandmother asked as she looked at me with concern, her voice trembling with unspoken fears. I held onto her tightly, nodding and reassuring her, "I’m fine, Grandma.”She lingered, her touch gentle yet firm as if she needed to convince herself of my presence before reluctantly releasing me. The familiar creak of the old floorboards echoed through the room as she stepped back, a sound that had always brought me comfort and a sense of belonging. But on this particular evening, the air seem
REJECTED BILLIONAIRE'S HEIRESS Chapter 84
MARK'S POV: I paced around my room, my footsteps echoing against the wooden floorboards. The walls felt like they were closing in, the weight of my thoughts pressing down on me. I had been racking my brain for hours, trying to figure out my next move, but inspiration eluded me. It was as if my mind had become a barren wasteland, devoid of any fruitful ideas. Frustration gnawed at me, and I rubbed my temples, trying to force a breakthrough. Then, like a sudden flash of lightning, an idea struck. My eyes widened with a glimmer of hope as I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. My fingers trembled slightly as I swiped through my contacts until I found the number I was looking for. I hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and dialed. "Hello," came the thick, familiar voice of Mr. Clinton from the other end. My heart skipped a beat at the sound of Mr. Clinton's voice. I took a deep breath before replying, "Mr. Clinton, is Mark… how have you been?" Despite the inner turmo
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