Semua Bab Rise Of The Heiress : Bab 91 - Bab 100

The early morning sun filtered through the half-open blinds of the Blackwood Global headquarters. The city below was beginning to stir as the first light of day touched the skyline, but inside the office, the world seemed frozen in time. Alexander sat at his desk, the weight of the decisions he’d made still hanging over him. His fingers drummed idly on the wood surface as he stared at the reports spread out before him. The words blurred together, but his mind wasn’t on the numbers or projections—he was thinking about the threat that Richard Sullivan had left hanging in the air the night before. Isabella was standing by the window, her gaze distant as she watched the city below. She was a constant presence at his side, her silence a reminder that she, too, was carrying the weight of everything that had happened. She hadn’t said much that morning, but Alexander knew her well enough to understand that the calm facade she wore was a reflection of her inner strength, not her indifference.

The tension in Blackwood Global's headquarters was palpable. As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the skyline in shades of crimson and gold, the atmosphere inside the building was anything but serene. Every hallway seemed charged with a sense of anticipation, and the air was thick with whispers. Richard Sullivan was on the move, and Alexander knew it was only a matter of time before he struck. Alexander stood in his office, the large floor-to-ceiling windows giving him a panoramic view of the city below. His hands were clasped behind his back as he surveyed the scene, his mind whirring with plans and contingencies. He had known this day would come, but even with all the preparations, he felt the weight of what was to come bearing down on him. Richard Sullivan wasn't just a business rival—he was a force of nature, a man who would stop at nothing to claim victory. A soft knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. Without turning, Alexander knew it was Isabella. He didn’t need

The days were becoming more intense with each passing hour. The battle against Richard Sullivan had escalated to levels neither Alexander nor Isabella could have anticipated. They had managed to keep the media in check, exposing Richard’s underhanded tactics and undermining his credibility. But despite their best efforts, the storm was far from over. In fact, it felt like the calm before the storm—a pause before the real fight began. Sitting in Alexander’s penthouse office that evening, the weight of everything pressing down on their shoulders, Isabella let out a long sigh. Her eyes traced the view of the city below, a sea of lights twinkling beneath the deepening sky, but the beauty of the view didn’t seem to reach her. She was exhausted, mentally drained by the constant maneuvering, the endless strategy sessions, and the overwhelming pressure. Alexander, on the other hand, was sitting behind his desk, his fingers tapping idly against the surface. His expression was unreadable, his

The morning sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Alexander’s penthouse, casting long shadows on the polished wooden floors. The city below bustled, a constant, relentless hum of activity that felt like a far cry from the tension in the penthouse. Every moment since last night, every plan they had meticulously crafted, seemed to be leading them into the heart of a storm. A storm they were both determined to face head-on. Isabella stood by the window, her fingers tracing the edge of her coffee mug, her mind racing with the details of their plan. The media was already abuzz with rumors of Richard’s alleged wrongdoings, the whispers spreading like wildfire. They had made their move—exposing Richard’s corruption, leaking documents to trusted reporters—but the real work had only just begun. Now, it was a matter of waiting, of ensuring that Richard had no escape, no way to recover his lost ground. Behind her, Alexander paced the room, his movements sharp and purposeful. He h

The morning sun broke through the curtains of Alexander’s penthouse, casting soft golden hues across the sleek, modern furnishings. The world outside was bustling, as usual, but inside the luxurious apartment, there was an almost eerie calm. The silence between Isabella and Alexander hung heavily in the air, each lost in their thoughts. After Elijah’s cryptic visit the day before, they had barely spoken, the weight of the unknown pressing on their shoulders. Isabella sat by the window, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup absentmindedly. Her mind was still racing with questions—about Elijah, about Richard, and most importantly, about what was coming next. The world they were living in now felt like a carefully balanced house of cards, one wrong move, one misstep, and everything could come crashing down. She had seen Alexander in many lights—calm, ruthless, calculating—but this new uncertainty was something she wasn’t sure how to read. For the first time, she wondered if even