Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rise Of The Heiress : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Jonathan Laurent had built an empire on wealth, influence, and ruthlessness. He had crushed competitors, silenced enemies, and buried secrets deeper than the ocean floor.Yet, despite his years of control, someone had found a way to strike him where it hurt the most.He stared at the glowing screen on his desk, his face a mask of cold fury. The news article was spreading like wildfire, reporters scrambling to dig deeper into the leaked transaction.And the worst part?He knew exactly who was behind it.Camilla Laurent.She was alive.And she had just declared war.A slow, dangerous smile crept onto Jonathan’s face. If she thought she could take him down, she was in for a rude awakening.“Sir.”His assistant, Victor, entered the office cautiously, holding a folder. “The board is waiting. They expect an explanation.”Jonathan exhaled slowly, forcing calm into his voice. “And what exactly do they know?”Victor hesitated. “Only what’s been reported so far. But sir… if the rest of the ledg

The city skyline loomed in the distance as Isabella sat at a dimly lit bar, her fingers tracing the rim of her untouched drink. The scent of whiskey and cigars clung to the air, but she wasn’t here to indulge. She was here to listen.Ryan sat beside her, his posture relaxed, but his sharp eyes scanned the room. This was one of their old contacts’ spots—a place where information flowed faster than liquor.A man slid into the seat across from them. His name was Marco Reyes, a former intelligence operative who had long since traded classified secrets for a profitable career in the black market of information.Marco smirked. “Heard you stirred up some trouble, Isabella.”She tilted her head. “You know me, Marco. Trouble finds me.”Marco chuckled. “Jonathan Laurent isn’t the type to sit back and lick his wounds. You should know that better than anyone.”She leaned forward. “That’s why I’m here. I need to know what his next move is.”Marco tapped his fingers on the table, his expression tho

A dim light flickered from the lone bulb hanging above Isabella’s head, casting elongated shadows across the cold concrete floor. The room smelled of damp metal and faint traces of blood. The cuffs around her wrists bit into her skin, but the dull ache was the least of her concerns.She had been captured.By The Ghost.And that bastard had called her Camilla.The name rattled inside her skull, stirring up memories she had long buried. He knows something. But how? Jonathan Laurent had spent years erasing Camilla from existence, replacing her with Isabella Devereaux. There was no trace of her past left in the world—no records, no photographs, no living soul who could tie her back to her old identity.Except now, The Ghost had said it like a taunt. Like a fact.Her heartbeat slowed as her mind sharpened. This wasn’t just a random contract—this was personal.And if it was personal, it meant she could use it.She exhaled softly, tilting her head back against the chair. There were no visibl

Ryan’s War Room – 4:15 AM Ryan’s eyes locked onto the figure stepping out of the shadows. Dante Laurent. A man who had supposedly **died** years ago. And yet, here he stood. **Alive. Breathing. Very much real.** The tension in the room was suffocating. No one moved. No one spoke. Finally, Ryan’s voice cut through the silence. “You’re supposed to be dead.” Dante smirked, his green eyes gleaming with something between amusement and danger. “You’re not the first to say that.” Ryan’s fists clenched. He had **dug** into Isabella’s past—**no records, no leads, no traces** of a surviving brother. If Dante had been alive all this time, **why now? Why appear now?** “Where the hell have you been?” Ryan asked, his voice cold. Dante tilted his head. “Waiting.” Ryan’s patience snapped. “For what?” Dante’s smirk faded. “For the right moment to burn Jonathan Laurent’s empire to the **ground.**” The room tensed. Nikolai let out a low whistle. “Well, shit. Looks like this ju

The Ghost’s Lair – 1:00 PMIsabella sat frozen, her mind struggling to process what she had just heard."From Ryan Kingston."Her pulse was deafening in her ears.This had to be a lie. A manipulation. A mind game designed to break her.Because Ryan—her Ryan—was many things: ruthless, cold, dangerous.But he wasn’t her enemy.Was he?She inhaled sharply. “You expect me to believe that?”The Ghost—no, the man she once knew—watched her, his expression unreadable.“You don’t have to believe me,” he said smoothly. “But you do have to listen.”Her fists clenched. “Why would I? You wear a mask and hide in the shadows. Ryan never hid from me.”His lips curled. “Oh, Isabella.” His voice softened, almost pitying. “Ryan Kingston has hidden more from you than you can ever imagine.”A chill ran down her spine.She hated how easily he unsettled her.She had to stay in control.“I don’t care what you say,” she said, steel laced in her voice. “I know Ryan. I trust him.”His eyes darkened. “And yet, h