All Chapters of The Invisible Heir: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Almost an hour passed , and Julian was still sitting at the bar, holding a half empty bottle of beer. He had to figure out who could be responsible for his kidnapping and why, and he had no answers. After she had given Julian all the answers he was asking for, Jasmine had excused herself and returned to her job. The world around Julian buzzed quietly, murmured conversations, the occasional clink of glass, and the soft hum of music playing in the background but he couldn't hear any of that because his mind was a whirlwind of confusion. It wasn’t until his phone buzzed in his pocket that he snapped back to the present. He hesitated, wondering who could be calling him. No one would be calling his phone as far as he knew, so he was intrigued. With a sigh, he pulled his cellphone from his pockets. To his dismay when he opened his phone, he saw that it was a text from an unknown number. Who did it belong to? He wondered as he pressed on the message, his eyes widening slightly in in

Nonetheless, Julian knew he didn’t have much of a choice but to be here; he was, after all, Scarlet’s driver for the day. Reluctantly, he followed her to the entrance, where a sharply dressed man was checking each guest's invitation. When Scarlet’s turn came, she presented her invitation with a casual flick of her wrist, and the man nodded respectfully, stepping aside to let her through. Julian also was allowed inside since he was with her. The art gallery buzzed with life, an air of sophistication that Julian couldn’t quite fit into. The walls were decorated with impressive paintings, sculptures, and abstract pieces each one more expensive than anything he had ever touched. At least this time, Julian didn’t have to worry about looking out of place in a shabby outfit. He was still dressed in the tailored suit he’d worn for his wedding to Scarlet earlier that day. As he walked in behind her, keeping a respectful distance, he couldn’t help but notice how much attention she drew. He

"Oh…hey, I'm Julian. I was just saying, this barely looks like art," Julian replied, taken aback by her hostility. The woman's frown deepened. "What would you know about art?" she retorted, her voice laced with sarcasm.”I highly doubt someone as classless as you would understand." She scrutinized him more closely. And she noticed a few things about him; although his suit looked good on him, it was very cheap for someone who would be able to attend this event. Plus he lacked the subtle markers of wealth and influence that she was accustomed to. No expensive watch, no custom-tailored shirt, no air of effortless superiority. Even his hair screamed ‘commoner.’ "You don't belong here," she declared, her voice now ice-cold. "This is an exclusive event, not a place for… your kind to sneak into." She gave him a dirty look. "How did you even get in? Did you slip past security with the caterers?" "I didn't sneak in," Julian replied, angry at her insinuation. "Then do show me your invit

He opened the door and found Scarlett already there, standing by the wardrobe as she was picking out something to wear. She turned at the sound of the door opening, her gaze turning cold as she saw him in the doorway. Her eyebrow raised in clear displeasure. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?” she asked, her voice cold. The fact that he just pushed the door opening without knocking was enough to send a wave of irritation through her. Julian, taken aback, hesitated. He hadn’t expected her to be here yet. The last he checked, she was having a conversation outside. “Sorry, didn’t know you were already here,” he replied, his tone apologetic. Her glare sharpened, clearly not buying his excuse. What a poor excuse he had, “Of course I’m here. What do you mean? This is my room, and you’re not allowed in it.” “Well, we are married, so…” Julian trailed off, his words faltering slightly, but he tried again. “Can’t I share the same room with you?” A flash of disgust crossed her face. Sh

The insult landed hard, and the air was tense between them. Brandon’s face twisted with anger. Who did this loser think he was talking to? “You've got some nerve you pathetic broke loser. Apologize now, or you’ll regret it!” Brandon snapped, his voice rising. “Better yet, I want you to apologize to everyone here.” He stepped closer, his sneer deepening. “Do it, or you’ll pay for your arrogance.” Claire wore a smug expression as she toyed with her hair, her fingers brushing it in a deliberately sensual way. Her other hand rested lightly on Brandon’s shoulder as she spoke, her tone dripping with mock concern. “Do as he says, Julian. You know how wealthy Brandon is. He’ll ruin your life.” Brandon smirked, his confidence growing with Claire’s support. He began to circle Julian like a predator sizing up its prey, his voice growing louder and more menacing with each word. “I’ll make sure you pay dearly for this,” he said. “No company in this city will hire you. Hell, no one will even g