All Chapters of Rise Of The Heiress : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Isabella leaned back in the plush chair of her bedroom, the same room she had abandoned years ago to chase dreams of love and ambition. The dim lighting softened the sharp edges of the large, regal space. Everything about the Laurent estate screamed wealth and power—traits she had foolishly turned her back on for a man who didn’t deserve even an ounce of her loyalty.Her gaze fell once again on the letter on the dresser. She had read it twice already, but the words still pulsed with an energy that unsettled her. Alexander Blackwood. Just seeing his name again after so many years sent a chill down her spine.She unfolded the letter one more time, the thick, expensive paper rustling faintly.> Isabella Laurent,I trust this letter finds you well, though I doubt it has been a pleasant few months. I’ve been following your situation closely, and I believe we share a common interest—vengeance.If you are willing to discuss a mutually beneficial arrangement, meet me at Blackwood Tower tomorr

Isabella sat in her study, the flash drive Alexander had given her resting on the table. She twirled a glass of wine in her hand, her eyes fixed on the small device that could crumble Ryan’s empire. It felt surreal to hold so much power in her hands, a power she once thought she’d never possess again. The events of the gala replayed in her mind—the looks on Ryan’s and Sophia’s faces, the palpable tension, and Alexander’s calculated moves. The way he had referred to her as his associate still lingered. For the first time in a long time, she felt like an equal in this game of power and deception. But there was no room for hesitation now. She plugged the flash drive into her laptop, and within seconds, a series of encrypted files appeared. Alexander had been thorough, as always. The documents revealed Ryan’s extensive embezzlement schemes, falsified contracts, and shady offshore accounts. Isabella’s lips curled into a satisfied smile. This wasn’t just dirt; it was a treasure trove of

The anonymous text had rattled Isabella more than she cared to admit. She sat on her couch, gripping her phone tightly as her mind raced. Who was behind the message? Was it Ryan, Sophia, or someone else entirely? The game had just taken a darker turn, and she couldn’t afford to falter.The sound of her intercom snapped her out of her thoughts. She approached cautiously.“Who is it?” she asked, her voice steady.“It’s Alexander.”Relief washed over her as she buzzed him in. Moments later, he strode into her apartment, his usual calm demeanor replaced by a sense of urgency.“I got your email,” he said without preamble. “We need to talk.”Isabella gestured for him to sit, but he remained standing, his piercing gaze fixed on her.“This message you received,” he said, holding up his phone with a copy of the forwarded text. “It’s not just a scare tactic. Someone is watching you closely, and they know about us.”“Do you think it’s Ryan?” Isabella asked, crossing her arms defensively.“Possib

Isabella sat frozen, staring at the black screen of her laptop. The words, "You think you’re protecting her, Alexander? Wait until she finds out what you’ve been hiding," echoed in her mind like a chilling mantra. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, unsure of what to do next. The truth she had always believed about Alexander—the man who had stood by her, helped her fight Ryan, and made her feel like she wasn't alone—was now being questioned.She needed answers. She needed to understand what he was hiding, what Ryan had on him, and why the video had been sent to her. The last thing she wanted was to fall into Ryan’s trap, but this new development threatened everything.---The next morning...Isabella’s hands were shaking slightly as she poured herself a cup of coffee, her mind still reeling from the video. She hadn’t spoken to Alexander since she’d seen the footage, and the more she thought about it, the more her instincts screamed at her that something wasn’t right. She had always

Alexander’s hand was iron on Isabella’s wrist as he tugged her through a dimly lit side door. The pounding of her heart drowned out the chaos erupting in the warehouse behind them. Police commands and scuffling footsteps filled the air, but Alexander’s focus never wavered. He led her through a narrow alley beside the building, his steps quick and precise.“Alexander, stop!” Isabella yanked her hand free, glaring at him. “What the hell is going on? Why were the police even there?”He turned to face her, his features sharp with frustration. “We don’t have time for this, Isabella. Do you want to get caught up in something you’ll regret?”“I already am!” she shot back, her chest heaving. “You promised me the truth. You said you’d explain everything, but all I keep finding are more lies! That folder—those pictures—what am I supposed to believe?”Alexander’s jaw tightened, his gray eyes dark and unreadable. For a moment, he looked like he might say something, but instead, he turned and kept