All Chapters of Rise Of The Heiress : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Isabella paced the confines of Alexander’s grand living room, her heart pounding against her ribs. The weight of his words lingered, but they brought no comfort. Stay here, no matter what happens. As if she could sit idly while chaos unfolded just beyond the estate gates.The mansion was eerily quiet, save for the muffled orders being barked outside. Guards scrambled to reinforce the perimeter, their movements swift and efficient. The calm interior contrasted sharply with the tension building inside her. She glanced at the heavy oak door Alexander had vanished through minutes ago.Her mind replayed his parting words, frustration boiling in her chest. “He thinks he can keep me locked away like some helpless damsel?” she muttered. “Not a chance.”Isabella crossed the room to the floor-to-ceiling windows. She pressed a hand against the cold glass, watching the faint glow of headlights nearing in the distance. Ryan’s men were coming, and with them, more questions she had yet to answer.Ou

Isabella’s heart raced as Alexander’s words echoed in her mind. A bounty on her head. The reality of her situation pressed down on her chest like a weight she couldn’t lift."Why me?" she whispered, her voice trembling.Alexander’s piercing gaze met hers. “Because you’re important to me. And that makes you a target.”She swallowed hard. Those words, meant to reassure her, only added to her unease. She didn’t ask for this—not his protection, not his affection, and certainly not this chaos.“I need air,” she muttered, stepping toward the cabin door.Alexander grabbed her wrist before she could leave. “You can’t go out there.”“I just—” She shook her head, frustration bubbling to the surface. “I need a moment, Alexander. A moment to breathe, to think. To process all of this!”His grip loosened, but his expression remained hard. “You can have all the time you need. But inside. Out there, you’re as good as dead.”---A Battle of WillsIsabella paced the small living room, her mind spinning

The sound of gunfire echoed through the night as Isabella and Lara slipped out of the hidden exit, the narrow passageway leading them to an alley behind the safe house. Isabella’s heart pounded in her chest, every step feeling heavier with the weight of leaving Alexander behind. “Keep moving,” Lara hissed, her sharp tone snapping Isabella out of her hesitation. “If we stop now, his sacrifice will be for nothing.” Isabella bit her lip, forcing herself to push forward despite the nagging feeling of dread clawing at her chest. Every instinct screamed at her to turn back, but she knew Alexander was right—staying would only jeopardize them both. The alley emptied onto a bustling street, the bright lights and oblivious pedestrians a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding behind them. Lara flagged down a taxi, her calm yet urgent demeanor masking the danger they were in. “Where are we going?” Isabella asked as the car sped away from the scene. “To a secondary location,” Lara replied curt

The atmosphere inside Alexander’s private jet was thick with tension. Isabella sat in one of the plush leather seats, her fingers gripping a steaming cup of tea Lara had handed her. The adrenaline from the masquerade was fading, leaving her muscles sore and her mind racing.“You were almost compromised,” Alexander said sharply, pacing the narrow aisle. His crisp white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, his usual composure fraying at the edges.“I handled it,” Isabella replied, her voice calm despite the turmoil brewing within her.“You didn’t see the way Ryan looked at you,” Lara chimed in from her seat, typing furiously on her laptop. “He wasn’t fooled for a second. The man is practically a human lie detector.”“I gathered useful information,” Isabella argued, meeting Alexander’s steely gaze. “Hathaway is key. He’s the one pulling strings for Ryan’s deals behind the scenes. If we can flip him—”“Flipping Hathaway is a fantasy,” Alexander interrupted, his tone cold. “He’s more loyal

The morning sunlight bathed the expansive Johnson estate in a warm glow, but inside Ethan’s office, the atmosphere was anything but serene. Ethan sat at his desk, his wheelchair positioned at an angle that gave him a clear view of the sprawling garden beyond the windows. Documents, spreadsheets, and reports were scattered before him, but his attention was miles away.Emma had become a presence he couldn’t ignore. Her voice, her laughter, even her sarcasm had carved a permanent place in his life. But this morning, she seemed different—quieter, distracted. He noticed it the moment she entered the room with a tray of breakfast."Good morning," she greeted, placing the tray on his desk.Ethan glanced at her, noting the faint circles under her eyes. "You didn’t sleep well," he observed.Emma shrugged, forcing a smile. "You’re not my only patient, you know. I had some late-night calls.""You could’ve woken me up," Ethan replied, his tone teasing but laced with genuine concern.Emma snorted.