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

The air in the room felt thick with anticipation, each breath she took laden with a mixture of excitement and unease. Isabella sat at her desk, the golden pen in her hand hovering just above a document she had yet to sign. Her eyes were fixed on the words in front of her, but her mind was elsewhere, consumed by the latest developments in her war against Ryan. Orion Tech had been a joint creation, but it was time to take it back—take everything back. The engagement to Alexander Blackwood had seemed like a mere formality at first, a strategic move to position herself at the top of the business world. But Alexander’s involvement had changed things. He wasn’t just a pawn in her game; he was a powerful ally. His cold, calculating nature aligned perfectly with her own. Together, they could reshape everything. The thrill of it all sent a shiver down her spine. Isabella had been patient—waiting for the perfect moment to strike—but now, she was ready. She would use everything at her disposal

The city never slept. The lights of the skyscrapers twinkled in the distance, their silent glow reflecting the restlessness that bubbled in Isabella's chest. The night felt like it was closing in on her, trapping her in a web of complications that she wasn’t sure how to untangle. Alexander's presence loomed large in her mind, too persistent, too consuming to ignore. And she hated it. Yet, despite her efforts to push it away, his image remained, etched into her thoughts like an unshakable scar. The way his eyes followed her every move, the way he seemed to know just when she was on the edge of breaking... there was something in that gaze, a depth to it that unsettled her. Something more than the professional partnership they shared. But that was dangerous, wasn’t it? She couldn’t afford distractions. Not now. Not when she was on the verge of achieving everything she had set out to do—taking Orion Tech from Ryan, destroying the man who had once called her nothing more than a gold digge

Isabella sat back in her chair, her fingers tapping nervously on the edge of the desk. The message from Alexander had been brief—We need to talk. It’s urgent. She had assumed it was about business, about Orion Tech, or perhaps something involving Ryan. The last few days had been a whirlwind of power struggles, betrayals, and calculated moves. She was ready for anything—except what Alexander had planned. An hour later, she walked into the restaurant where they had agreed to meet, her heels clicking against the marble floor. The place was elegant—modern chandeliers illuminated the room, and the soft hum of background music blended seamlessly with the clinking of glasses and the murmur of conversations. Isabella had expected a tense, serious conversation, but as she stepped into the restaurant, she immediately saw that something was off. The entire room seemed quiet—uncomfortably quiet. The maître d' gave her a polite but somewhat confused look as he guided her to a table near the back

The sound of the doorbell echoed through Isabella’s penthouse, breaking the peaceful stillness that had settled over the apartment after her conversation with Alexander. She had spent the rest of the afternoon pondering his words, replaying their exchange over and over in her mind, but now, it was as if fate was about to pull her in another direction. Rising from the couch, Isabella wiped her palms on her jeans before heading toward the door. She wasn’t expecting anyone. She hadn't planned for any more distractions today—especially not from someone who might complicate things further. But as she opened the door, her eyes widened in surprise. Standing there with a wide grin plastered across her face, wearing oversized sunglasses that she had obviously been wearing just to make a dramatic entrance, was none other than Chloe Sinclair—her best friend, the infamous international model, and a woman who lived for drama. Chloe had just returned from a long stint overseas and had dropped by w

Isabella had barely finished her morning coffee when her phone buzzed with an unexpected message. She glanced at the screen, her fingers tightening around the mug as she read the familiar name. Ryan. She hadn’t spoken to him in days, and the fact that he’d somehow gotten her number again made her blood boil. "Isabella," the message began, his words dripping with a false sincerity she could almost feel through the screen. "I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. I know you’ve probably been avoiding me, but I just wanted to remind you that I’m still here for you—whether you need a friend, a partner, or just someone to listen. You’re not alone in this." Isabella stared at the message, her heart hammering in her chest. He was trying to pull her back in, wasn’t he? Ryan knew exactly what to say, how to tug at her vulnerabilities and make her doubt everything she had fought for. She was tempted to respond, tempted to let the anger flood through her and send him a scathing reply, but she