All Chapters of REJECTED BILLIONAIRE'S HEIRESS: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

JENNIE'S POV:I paced back and forth in my grand, luxurious penthouse apartment, feeling the cold, sterile atmosphere seep into my bones. Each echoing step reflected the frustration that had been building within me for the past few weeks. Our family's legacy, the company, was on the line, and Sarah, that wench, with her cunning ways, had somehow succeeded in swaying public opinion against us.The elevator dinged, a metallic sound echoing through the corridor, signaling the imminent arrival of my father, Austin Jackson. As the doors slid open, revealing his imposing figure, it was clear that he exuded an aura of authority, evoking both reverence and trepidation in those around him. His steely gaze, intense and perceptive, seemed to assess every inch of the space before finally settling on me, acknowledging the urgency that colored my expression."Daddy, we need to talk," I said, my voice trembling with barely restrained fury.His brows furrowed in concern as he settled onto the plush l

SARAH'S POVAs I glanced at the rearview mirror, I noticed a car trailing me. My heart rate quickened, and a chill ran down my spine. My instincts screamed that something was off, but I couldn't quite place it. I decided to take an alternate route, hoping to lose the tail, but the car mirrored my every turn. Panic bubbled beneath my calm facade as I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles white against the leather.Out of nowhere, another car screeched to a halt right in front of me, completely blocking my path. I reacted quickly, slamming on the brakes and narrowly avoiding a dangerous collision. In the midst of the chaos, my hand bag went flying from the passenger seat, leaving a trail of crumbs across the dashboard. Before I could even comprehend what was happening, two imposing figures emerged from the car, their faces set in grim, foreboding expressions. With a predatory grace, they advanced toward me, their intense gaze locked squarely onto me.Fear gripped me, cold and

SARAH'S POV:The shrill sound of my phone interrupted me, causing me to look over at the caller ID display. The screen showed an unfamiliar number, and my heart raced with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. With a deep breath, I picked up the phone and brought it to my ear."Hello?" I said, attempting to conceal the unease in my voice as best as I could.A cold, menacing voice cut through the silence, "You think you're clever, don't you?" The voice on the other end sent chills down my spine. "Do you think I don't know what to do?" the voice sneered.I froze, recognizing the voice instantly. "Uncle?" I murmured, my voice dreading.My mind flashed back to the call I had received early this morning. Barr Lawn had called to let me know that the legal papers were finally ready to be served. The plan had been carefully laid out, and the goal was to serve the papers without my uncle suspecting a thing. After giving Barr the green light, I was certain that the element of surprise would work

SARAH'S POV:As the first light of dawn gently filtered through the curtains, I stirred from my slumber, filled with a sense of purpose that only comes with anticipation of an important event. Today marked—the day of my long-awaited public address. With great care and intention, I selected my attire, opting for a garment that emanated poise and authority, a silent declaration of my unwavering determination to reclaim what is rightfully mine. As I stood before the mirror, examining my reflection, I not only saw the crisp lines of my outfit, but also the steely resolve gleaming in my eyes—a resolve that remained unbreakable, despite my uncle's relentless attempts to undermine it.The memories of the intense arguments I had with my uncle yesterday weighed heavily on my mind as I made preparations. Despite his relentless efforts to sway me and prevent me from delivering this public address, I remained steadfast in my decision. My father's company was more than just a business; it represen

MARK'S POVHours later, I wandered the empty streets, thinking only of Sarah. Our last moments together played in my mind like a loop, and I looked for any sign that she might still care. My mistakes felt like heavy stones on my shoulders, each misstep a sharp reminder of the pain I had caused.The streetlights cast long shadows, and the silence around me felt like a loud reminder of what I'd lost. Every step echoed my regret. I remembered her smile, her laughter, and how things used to be. I wished I could turn back time and fix everything.As I walked, I thought about the things I should have said and the things I shouldn't have done. I hoped for a second chance, but the emptiness of the streets seemed to mock me. I knew I had to face the consequences of my actions, but the thought of a future without Sarah was unbearable.I couldn't help but think of the times we had shared. The tears, the dreams. I remembered the way her eyes would light up when she talked about her passions, the