All Chapters of REJECTED BILLIONAIRE'S HEIRESS: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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

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

MARK'S POV:"It's a risk I'm willing to take," I asserted. "If it results in bringing Jennie to justice, then it's a risk worth taking.”As we meticulously discussed the particulars, we ensured that every aspect was thoroughly addressed. As the intricate plan began to take form, I experienced an unusual sensation of tranquility enveloping me. It felt like a pivotal moment - my opportunity to rectify the situation.As we exited the cozy coffee shop, the morning sun had risen high in the sky, painting the pavement with long, stretching shadows. Mr. Clinton and Mrs. Zeedy accompanied me to my car, their supportive presence serving as a reassuring reminder that I had allies in my ongoing battle."Please be careful," Mr. Clinton advised as we arrived at my car. “I'll be there to support you every step of the way."Feeling a surge of determination, I nodded and expressed my gratitude. "Thank you to both of you.”Mrs. Zeedy looked at me with kind reassurance, her warm smile melting away my w

SARAH'S POVAs I got home, I found myself once again immersed in the evidence, dissecting every detail with precision. Barr's words lingered in my thoughts, urging me to delve deeper into the intricacies of the case. Determined to reinforce my standing, I reached out to long-lost acquaintances, engaging in meaningful conversations while subtly assessing their willingness to stand by me as character witnesses. Each conversation served as a poignant reminder of the life I had crafted for myself, the unwavering integrity that had served as my guiding light despite the looming influence of my uncle's legacy.My life was a flurry of activity as I made extensive preparations. My initial destination was a scheduled appointment with a seasoned forensic expert. This individual was a weathered veteran of numerous legal proceedings.Upon entering his office, the air was infused with the nostalgic scent of aging books and freshly brewed coffee. The office space was filled with an organized chaos

SARAH'S POV:As my legal counsel, Barr was incredibly dedicated and persistent. He spent countless hours filing motions, meticulously drafting legal documents, and simulating mock trials to thoroughly prepare me to take the stand as a witness. Each session was demanding and exhausting, but it significantly enhanced my readiness. The gravity of the situation washed over me abruptly, much like a sudden tidal wave. The evidence I had meticulously collected against my uncle was undeniably incriminating, and it appeared that the time to take action had finally arrived.As I made my way through the busy, chaotic morning traffic, a feeling of unease settled over me. Every red light appeared to drag on for an eternity, fueling my growing impatience with each passing second. The office building belonging to Barr stood before me, exuding a sense of grandeur and authority, seemingly encompassing the fate of my future within its formidable walls. I hastily found a spot to park, the tires screec