Semua Bab Rise Of The Heiress : Bab 101 - Bab 110

The day had arrived. Isabella stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, adjusting the sleek black dress that clung to her frame. The material was luxurious, fitting her like a second skin, and she couldn’t help but notice how her reflection seemed to mirror her state of mind—perfectly polished but hiding the storm brewing beneath the surface. Her hair was styled into soft waves, framing her face, and her makeup was subtle yet striking. She was preparing for a meeting that could change the course of their lives, and the weight of the situation was not lost on her. Alexander Blackwood had been preparing for this meeting for days. His normally calm, collected demeanor had shifted, the cracks in his carefully constructed control beginning to show. There was no denying the gravity of what they were about to do. Elijah was no mere pawn in their game—he was a force to be reckoned with, someone who had already shown his cards, but was still hiding his true intentions. Isabella

The sun had barely begun to set when Alexander Blackwood arrived at the sleek, glass tower that housed his private office. The warm, golden light filtered through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished floors. He stepped into the elevator, his expression unreadable, as always. His mind was miles away from the workday that had just ended, caught in a whirlwind of thoughts that had nothing to do with numbers, assets, or power plays. His mind was on Isabella. The meeting with Elijah still gnawed at him. The man had come in with his smooth words, his promises of a future built on deceit and manipulation, offering Alexander a deal that smelled like desperation and ambition. It had been a thinly veiled threat wrapped in a bow of false generosity, and Alexander didn’t trust it. But Elijah’s power, the leverage he held over Richard and others in their world, was undeniable. As the elevator doors closed with a soft chime, Alexander leaned against the mirrored wall, his tho

Alexander stood in the penthouse’s private study, sleeves rolled up, a cup of black coffee growing cold on the table beside him. The usually pristine space was littered with documents, photos, and tablet screens aglow with confidential information. But for the first time in weeks, his mind wasn’t racing. It was still. Focused. Because last night changed everything. Isabella Laurent had kissed him back. He’d gone to her expecting another war strategy session, another round of sleepless hours digging into Elijah’s schemes. But instead, she gave him honesty. Fire. Something real. He hadn't realized how much he needed that—needed her—until it was right in front of him. The sound of footsteps on hardwood floors made him turn. She entered wearing one of his crisp white dress shirts, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, her hair in a loose braid over one shoulder. There was something so effortlessly alluring about her in the early morning light, like she belonged in this space, in his

The next morning, the city woke under storm-gray skies. Thunder rolled low in the distance as lightning forked across the skyline, illuminating the tall buildings like ghostly sentinels. It felt symbolic—the world catching its breath before an eruption. Isabella stared at her reflection in the gilded mirror of the Blackwood Estate’s private dressing room. Her black suit was sharp, severe, cinched at the waist with a thin silver belt. Her makeup was flawless, lips blood red and eyes dark with kohl. Her hair had been pulled into a tight chignon, every strand in place. Today, she didn’t just look like a CEO. She looked like a weapon. A knock sounded at the door. Alexander entered, adjusting his cufflinks. He was dressed in a custom three-piece charcoal suit with a silk tie that matched her lipstick—a subtle, quiet sign of solidarity. They didn’t need words for it. “You’re sure about this?” he asked. She turned to him, eyes steady. “We go public. We expose Elijah. We take him down,

The morning air was sharp and clear, a deceptive calm that made the world outside feel almost innocent. Birds chirped across the vast gardens of the Blackwood Estate, the scent of lavender brushing past the windows on the breeze. But inside the house, there was nothing serene about the atmosphere. Isabella had been awake since before dawn, dressed in a crisp black blouse tucked into high-waisted slacks, her hair slicked back in a no-nonsense bun. Her heels clicked sharply against the marble floor as she marched into the secured strategy room. Jake was already waiting for her, a mug of black coffee in his hand and a frown permanently etched onto his face. “You know,” he said as she entered, “normal people take a break after taking down a sociopathic arms dealer.” “Normal people don’t get death threats from faceless ghosts,” Isabella replied, eyes scanning the files spread across the long conference table. “Any updates on the Serpent?” Jake sighed. “We traced one of their shell comp