All Chapters of REJECTED BILLIONAIRE'S HEIRESS: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

MARK'S POV:In the stillness of the room, not a sound penetrated the air except for the faint reverberations of activity from beyond the prison walls. Within the confines of my small cell, I found both imprisonment and sanctuary. This solitary space became my haven, offering refuge from the turbulent world outside.In the embrace of this solitude, I frequently sought comfort, engaging in deep meditation to transcend the limitations imposed by my own thoughts and the unyielding barriers that defined my surroundings.As I shut my eyes, seeking a moment of tranquility, I was rudely snapped back to the present.The heavy door of my cell groaned open with a resounding clang, its rusty hinges protesting loudly. The metallic clinking of keys added to the cacophony, shattering the fragile calm I had tried to cultivate. The harsh, piercing sound reverberated in my ears, disrupting my attempt at finding solace.As I slowly opened my eyes to see the figure of the stone-faced cell officer standi

SARAH'S POV:Barr Lawn enveloped me in a strong and comforting embrace, his steady arms providing a sense of security as I struggled to regain my composure. In that moment, his unwavering support was the only thing anchoring me as I grappled with the overwhelming reality of the situation.As I began to regain my composure, I retrieved my phone from Barr Lawn and made another attempt to dial the number. Despite my efforts, the line remained unresponsive, intensifying my feelings of frustration and fear. "What should we do next?" I inquired, barely audible, as I struggled to control my emotions."We must contact the police as soon as possible. It's crucial that we provide them with a thorough explanation of the situation so they are fully aware of what's going on," Barr Lawn stated firmly."Can we count on the tracker?" I inquired eagerly, a glimmer of hope shining in my eyes."I will immediately instruct our tracker to pinpoint the location," Barr Lawn reassured me. "Rest assured, he w

MARK'S POV: As the moon cast its faint glow over the landscape, I carefully made my way toward the imposing mansion, taking care to stay concealed and unnoticed. With each step, I could feel the chill of the night air seeping into my bones. Upon reaching the perimeter wall, I gingerly hoisted myself over, feeling the rough texture of the stone against my palm as I lowered myself into the silent courtyard. The mansion stood before me, a silent sentinel steeped in mystery and menace. I swiftly navigated through the darkness, sticking to the shelter of the shadows as I approached a side entrance. Though the door was firmly secured, I managed to overcome the obstacle with unsteady hands, the subtle sound of the lock giving way adding to the tension of the moment. Inside, the mansion was eerily quiet. I navigated the labyrinthine hallways, my senses on high alert. Every creak of the floorboards, every distant murmur set my nerves on edge. I made my way to the basement, where I hop

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

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