All Chapters of The Invisible Heir: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Julian froze as he saw someone who looked like Claire disappear into the corridor with a man. His heart skipped a beat. Was it her? he wondered to himself. No, it couldn’t be. But that laugh was definitely hers. And the figure? No doubt about it. But what was she doing with that man she was with, walking hand in hand, like two people in love? Curious, Julian's feet moved before his mind could catch up, and he started moving towards the corridor, ignoring Gabe and everyone He walked through the corridor, hesitating as he wondered if perhaps he was mistaken and it was not Claire and his boss. The last thing he needed was to make a fool of himself, by badging in on people having a private moment. Deciding to confirm he followed the way they went. After walking on the opulent corridor, he turned a corner, and there it was the bathroom door. The door was slightly opened, and he could hear voices coming from inside. As Julian got closer, the voices became clearer. He recognize

Julian blinked open, for the first time since he passed out in the bar the previous night and he had no idea of what had happened after he passed out. His vision was hazy as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. To his surprise, he realized that he was lying in a large, plush bed, wrapped in crisp white sheets that felt soft against his skin. The room around him was bathed in soft morning light, streaming through the large and opulence windows. The decor was rich, with dark tones accented by elegant touches, creating a sense of luxury and comfort. Everything around this room screamed of luxury and elegance, it was nothing like his cramped apartment or anywhere he’d ever been before. Questions flooded Julian's mind: What was this place, and what was he doing here? How did he get here in the first place? “Damn, here comes the hangover, maybe drinking a dozen bottle's wasn't really a good idea.” Julian's head pained him as he tried to sit up, memories of the previous night

Julian and Scarlett averted their gazes from each other at the same time, turning toward the door as it swung open. Julian’s heart skipped a beat as people stepped inside. Scarlett muttered under her breath, her demeanour shifting visibly. "This is bad. I’m so dead," she said, barely audible. This was what she had been trying to avoid when she told him to leave through the window. She didn't want her family to see him. A striking woman in her mid-thirties, with curly brunette hair and a sharp, disapproving gaze, stepped forward. Her eyes swept the room: Julian, dressed in shabby clothes, standing awkwardly, and Scarlett looking uncomfortable as if she had been caught red handed commiting a crime. The woman smirked coldly. “Wow, Scarlett. Bringing men to your room now? But really, did you have to bring a homeless guy?” Not appreciating the remark, Julian shot her a cold look. She had barely met him, and yet she was already calling him a homeless man. How could she judge him so quic

Julian barely acknowledged Viktor's presence as he didn’t reply. His attention was shifted briefly to Scarlett, who stood stunning in an ivory lace gown that caught the sunlight. The dress hugged her figure, flowing elegantly to the ground. Her hair was styled in an updo, soft curls framing her face. But her expression was far from joyful. Even in her seriousness, Scarlett remained beautiful. Their eyes met by accident, and Julian noticed the raw intensity in her glare. It was filled with so much hatred, it almost seemed tangible. He didn't understand why she would be so mad at him, he also had no idea how they ended up in this situation. After sometime, the officiant began the process of the wedding, his voice humming on as if reading from a script. Julian and Scarlet barely looked at each other, and they also didn't pay attention to any of the officiant's words, as they held no meaning to them. They were both only there because they had no choice. It wasn’t a ceremony, and

Sometime later, almost an hour and half, Julian finally arrived at the bar he worked part time. Julian pushed open the door to the bar and made his way inside. The place had the same dim lighting as the night before, with the quiet hum of voices and soft music filling the air. But now, in the brightness of noon, the atmosphere felt different. The tables that usually filled up at night with the bustling crowd were mostly now empty, leaving the place calm and quiet. Well, It wasn’t just a bar, it doubled as a small restaurant, with a scattering of tables for diners near the front and a cozy seating area to the side. At night, it was packed with patrons enjoying food and drinks, but during the day, it was a quieter spot, a place for locals grabbing a meal or a drink to unwind. He glanced around, noting the emptiness of the room compared to the usual crowds after dark. The absence of people made the whole place feel almost unfamiliar, as if the energy from the night before had com