All Chapters of Rise Of The Heiress : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The cool breeze from the city night air brushed against Isabella’s skin as she stood on the balcony of Alexander’s penthouse. The skyline of the city glittered beneath her, a million lights flickering like distant stars. But even with the beauty of it all, something inside her felt unsettled. A mixture of anticipation and uncertainty lingered in the pit of her stomach. She had been in Alexander’s world for months now—engaged, with the weight of her family’s expectations and the business dealings they’d been working on together. She couldn’t deny the power she felt when she was with him, but there was still an undercurrent of tension between them. Their relationship was supposed to be about business, yet somewhere along the way, it had become something much more complex. She glanced at her phone, her mind flashing back to the intense conversation with Ryan earlier that day. He had been relentless in his attempt to claw his way back into her life, insisting she was still the same woman

Isabella stood by the window, looking out at the city skyline. The lights of the city twinkled below, a reflection of the chaos and the calm she felt in equal measure. It had been a long day, filled with meetings, negotiations, and that gnawing tension that had become so familiar in the past few weeks. Ryan was still lurking in the background, but now, Alexander’s presence in her life was impossible to ignore. He had shifted from just an ally to something... more. But Isabella refused to acknowledge that, even to herself. She wasn’t someone who depended on anyone, especially not a man like Alexander Blackwood—dangerous, powerful, and as unpredictable as the storm that had been brewing between them. She needed to focus, but her mind kept wandering back to the events of the past few days. The tension between her and Alexander had only grown, each interaction charged with something she couldn’t quite define. His protective instincts had been evident when he saved her from Ryan’s twisted

Isabella stared at the anonymous message again, the image still glowing on her phone. Her heart beat an uneasy rhythm. The kiss. Captured in perfect, scandalous clarity—her hands tangled in Alexander’s collar, his lips on hers, the heat between them unmistakable. Whoever sent this had access to the event… or worse, had followed them deliberately. Her eyes flicked up. Alexander was placing pancakes onto two white plates like this was some sort of honeymoon. “This doesn’t bother you?” she asked, still holding up the phone. He glanced at it with mild interest, then returned to pouring maple syrup. “Not really.” “Alexander,” she said slowly, “this was sent anonymously. With a threat.” He finally looked up, and his gaze sharpened. “Let me see.” She handed him the phone. He read the message once. Twice. Then placed it down beside the plate. “Do you think it’s Ryan?” she asked, pulling the sheets tighter around her. “Or one of your board members?” “It could be anyone,” he said coolly

Darkness swallowed the garage. Isabella instinctively stepped back, her heart thundering in her chest. The silence was deafening—save for Lena’s soft, eerie footsteps echoing in the shadows. “Lena,” Isabella said, her voice trembling, “you don’t have to do this.” “Oh, but I want to,” Lena whispered. There was a click—a knife? No. Something more dangerous. Before Isabella could scream, something metallic wrapped around her wrist. A taser jolted through her spine, short-circuiting her senses. Everything went black. --- When Isabella came to, her head throbbed and her wrists were bound. The air was cold. The place smelled like mold and gasoline. She was tied to a wooden chair, and her phone—gone. A single bulb flickered above her. “Welcome back,” Lena’s voice echoed from the shadows. “You’re insane,” Isabella hissed, trying to wriggle free. “This is kidnapping. Do you have any idea what you’re doing?” “Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing,” Lena purred, stepping into the light

The sound of clinking champagne glasses, hushed conversations, and laughter filled the lavish ballroom. The lights were soft, the atmosphere electric, and the air itself seemed to hum with excitement. It was the event of the year—the engagement party for Isabella Laurent and Alexander Blackwood. The Blackwood empire, with all its wealth and influence, had gone to great lengths to ensure every detail was perfect. Isabella stood at the center of the room, wearing a stunning emerald gown that shimmered with every movement. Her hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, and her eyes sparkled with a mixture of nervousness and joy. She wasn’t used to this world—this world of extravagant parties, flashing cameras, and the endless scrutiny of the public. But tonight, it wasn’t the press that consumed her attention; it was Alexander. He stood beside her, his presence as commanding as ever. His tailored suit made him look like a king, his broad shoulders and sharp jawline radiating power. But