All Chapters of REJECTED BILLIONAIRE'S HEIRESS: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

SARAH'S POVAs the night approached, everywhere began to quiet down. I poured myself a cup of tea and settled into my favorite chair, scrolling through the endless stream of social media reactions. It was surreal to see my work making such an impact, but it also came with a sense of responsibility.Just then my phone buzzed again. It was a message from Joe: "Hope you're okay. I'm always here if you need to talk."I smiled, feeling a warm rush of gratitude. Despite the chaos and the pressure, I knew I had a solid support system. It was a comforting thought, one that made the challenges ahead seem a little less daunting.My thoughts drifted back to Joe. I found myself reflecting on his unwavering support and realized that I owed him a much-needed heart-to-heart conversation. With a resolute nod, I reached for my phone and dialed his number. "Hey," came his pleasantly surprised yet warm response as he answered the call.“Hey, Joe. I just wanted to reach out and express my apologies for

SARAH'S POVThe day had finally come. I dressed up carefully. As I walked towards the sitting room, my heart pounded in my chest. There, standing side by side, were my grandmother and Brenda, both smiling at me with warmth in their eyes.My grandmother’s smile was gentle. She walked over to me, her footsteps slow but steady, and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.“Child, I know this is not easy. But remember, you come from a long line of fighters. We’ve faced storms before and come out stronger. You will too. Don’t be afraid, my dear. You have more courage inside you than you realize. You will win this battle, just as those before you have.” She said softly.Her words wrapped around me like a warm blanket on a cold night. I felt a little of my fear melt away, replaced by a small flicker of hope.“Thank you, grandmother, I’ll do my best,” I whispered, feeling a surge of determination.“I know you will,” Grandma said, squeezing my shoulder gently.Brenda stepped forward, her smile

MARK'S POV:As I drove home, my mind kept circling back to Jennie. How did she get the nerve to keep threatening my family like this? It wasn’t the first time she’d crossed the line, and I’d let it slide too many times before. I had promised myself not to push her, to give her space, but her actions had gone too far. I couldn’t ignore it any longer. The more I thought about it, the clearer it became—I needed to press charges. Enough was enough. It was time to take action.As I approached the fuel station, I noticed my car was running low. I pulled in, more out of habit than necessity, filling my tank to avoid the chore tomorrow. As I stepped out of my car, something caught my eye—familiar, yet unexpected. Sarah’s car was at the next pump. My heart skipped a beat. What were the odds of this coincidence? I was stunned, unsure of what to do. Should I approach her? A part of me wanted to rush over, to talk to her, to see if she was okay. But I hesitated, remembering my promise. She need

SARAH'S POVThe courtroom was a cold, unforgiving place, filled with an almost palpable tension. The ceiling-high windows let in a harsh, gray light that settled over everything like a shroud. I stood at the defendant's table, gripping the edge so tightly that my knuckles turned white. The wood felt rough under my fingers, grounding me in the moment. My heart hammered in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears like the ticking of a clock. Every breath I took seemed louder than the whispers that had filled the room moments before. Now, it was silent. Unbearably silent.Barr Lawn stood beside me, tall and steady, his presence a rock in the storm of my emotions. He wasn’t just my lawyer—he was my friend, my guide through this harrowing journey. His eyes, usually so stern and focused, were softer now as they flicked toward me, giving a small nod of reassurance. I tried to find strength in his calm, but the fear was too strong. It coiled in my stomach, tightening with each second that passe

SARAH'S POV:As I stood in my father's company, looking out over the city that had been the backdrop to this epic battle—a battle for survival, for control, for legacy. I felt a profound sense of accomplishment. The skyscrapers rose high above the clouds, their glass windows reflecting the dying light of the sun. I could see it all now—every corner, every street, every building that had witnessed the storm I’d fought through. This city had been a battlefield, and I had emerged victorious, my resolve unbroken. But the war wasn’t over yet. The real work was just beginning.Now, standing in this high-rise office, it was time to reset everything. I turned away from the window and looked around the office. Now, my office. Everything in here screamed of the old regime: the heavy oak desk, the leather-bound books lining the walls, the dimly lit. The office smelled of leather and old wood, a heavy scent of authority. I could feel the weight of my uncle's legacy pressing down on my shoulders