All Chapters of Rise Of The Heiress : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Isabella groaned as she stirred awake, her head throbbing. The scent of fresh linen and something warm—tea?—floated through the air. She blinked her eyes open, taking in the unfamiliar yet luxurious bedroom. Soft golden light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the elegantly decorated room. Where am I? As soon as she tried to sit up, a deep, commanding voice stopped her. "Don't move." Her heart skipped at the familiar tone. Turning her head slightly, she found Alexander standing by the window, his back straight, arms crossed. He looked like a predator watching its prey—his gaze dark, unreadable, and filled with something she couldn’t quite place. He looks so breathtakingly handsome. is sharp jawline, his gorgeous face. Isabella didn't know how to describe it. Her throat was dry as she croaked out, "What happened?" Alexander’s jaw clenched. "Ryan drugged you. He was planning to do something unforgivable. But I was there on time. If not, I can't imagine what tha

Isabella lay sprawled on the luxurious couch in her penthouse, a glass of wine in hand as Chloe animatedly recounted the events of the previous night. The tension from Ryan’s attempt had settled, but Alexander’s unwavering presence still lingered in her mind. "And girl, let me tell you," Chloe gushed, flipping her silky hair over her shoulder, "the way Alexander stormed into that club, looking like he was about to set the entire place on fire? Whew! It was like something out of a drama. If I weren’t your best friend, I would have thrown myself at him." Isabella rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her wine. "Oh, please. As if he'd even notice you." Chloe gasped, feigning offense. "Excuse me? I’ll have you know that men always notice me." "Not the Blackwood Devil," Isabella shot back with a smirk. Chloe crossed her arms. "Well, he noticed you. And not just noticed—girl, he lost his damn mind over you. The way he was barking orders at his men, demanding the entire club’s CCTV footage li

Isabella stood in the elevator, her fingers nervously tapping on the polished steel railing as the hum of the machinery surrounded her. The last few days had been a blur of tension, business meetings, and complicated emotions. Alexander's words kept echoing in her mind, and no matter how hard she tried to push them away, they lingered like a shadow, casting doubt over the cold walls she’d spent years building around herself. She had come to terms with using Ryan, with playing the game and securing her revenge. But Alexander... his gaze, his presence—it made her question everything. Not just her plans but herself. What am I doing? The elevator doors opened, and Isabella was jolted out of her thoughts. She stepped into the sleek, modern lobby of Blackwood Tower, where the security personnel greeted her with a respectful nod. As she made her way across the polished marble floors, she couldn't ignore the uneasy flutter in her chest. She hadn't spoken to Alexander since their encounter i

The silence stretched between them, thick with the weight of unspoken words. Isabella's lips still tingled from Alexander's kiss, her mind a tangled mess of emotions. She had never let herself get this close to someone—never allowed herself to feel anything beyond control. And yet, here she was, staring at the man who could ruin everything she had built with a single move. Alexander stood before her, his expression unreadable, his dark eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. He was dangerous. Not just because of his power but because of the way he made her feel. “I should go,” she finally said, her voice steadier than she felt. He raised a brow. “Go where?” “Anywhere that isn’t here.” She exhaled, breaking eye contact as she took a step back. “You don’t control me, Alexander. And I don’t need your car, your protection, or your help.” His smirk was infuriatingly calm. “You’re stubborn.” “And you’re used to getting what you want,” she shot back. “

Isabella hadn’t been able to sleep. Not after what Alexander said. The room was dimly lit with only the warm amber glow of the bedside lamp casting soft shadows across the plush furniture. She sat curled up on the edge of her bed, a robe cinched loosely around her waist, her mind spinning. “You’ve started to own me.” Those words had echoed in her head all night like a haunting melody she couldn’t silence. What did he mean by that? Why did it make her heart pound like she’d run a marathon? Why did it feel real, like something far beyond the safety of a contract or convenience? Her phone buzzed against the nightstand. She reached for it instinctively, expecting Chloe—or maybe a news notification about Orion Tech. Instead, her heart stuttered. ALEXANDER: Meet me in the garden. Now. Isabella stared at the message for a long moment. Now? It was nearly midnight. With a sigh, she got up, threw on a jacket, and tiptoed her way through the hallway of the estate, barefoot and quiet