All Chapters of Rise Of The Heiress : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Underground Club – 11:45 PMThe air smelled of whiskey, smoke, and deception.Isabella stood beside Ryan as they entered the private lounge of the club, their presence commanding attention. The room was dimly lit, the scent of danger thick in the atmosphere.At the center of the room sat Valentin Mikhailov.The Russian kingpin reclined in his seat like a king on his throne, his cold blue eyes settling on them with calculated amusement.“Kingston.” Valentin’s deep voice rumbled through the room. His lips curled into a smirk as his gaze flicked toward Isabella. “And the lady of the hour.”Isabella’s pulse thrummed, but she refused to show fear. She tilted her chin up, meeting his stare.Ryan’s fingers twitched at his side, a silent warning to Valentin.Dante, standing beside them, exhaled slowly. “Let’s not waste time. What do you want?”Valentin laughed, slow and deliberate. “Always so impatient.” His fingers traced the rim of his glass before he finally leaned forward. “I have a propo

1:13 AM – Isabella’s ApartmentThe message burned into Isabella’s mind.I’m closer than you think.Her fingers trembled as she clutched the phone. She turned her head, her heart pounding against her ribs as her gaze locked onto the dark figure standing outside her window.A shadow. Watching. Waiting.Her breath hitched. The curtains swayed slightly from the air conditioning, making the silhouette shift. She blinked, her pulse racing. Was it a trick of the light? Or… was someone really there?Her instincts screamed at her. Move. Now.She shot out of bed, her feet barely making a sound against the floor. With one swift motion, she grabbed the knife she kept under her pillow and inched closer to the window. Slow. Controlled.But the second she reached the glass—The shadow disappeared.Isabella's stomach twisted. She yanked the curtains aside, scanning the empty street below. Nothing. No one.Her phone buzzed again.You’re fast. But I’m faster.She cursed. Whoever this was, they were pla

Bang!Valentin Mikhailov barely had time to shift before the bullet whizzed past his cheek, grazing the skin just enough to draw blood. He didn't flinch. Instead, he laughed. A slow, amused chuckle as if Ryan Kingston had just told him the punchline of a dark joke.Ryan's grip on his gun tightened. No hesitation. No second chances.This man had threatened Isabella. That alone was enough for him to die.Valentin leaned back in his chair, wiping the blood from his cheek with the back of his hand. His icy blue eyes gleamed with mockery. “You missed.”Ryan’s lips curled into a smirk. “I never miss.”The moment the words left his mouth, chaos erupted.Gunfire exploded through the air as Valentin’s men stormed in from the side doors. Ryan spun, ducking as a bullet nearly clipped his shoulder. He fired back—two shots, two men down.Dante was already in motion, tackling one of Valentin’s bodyguards and slamming him into a glass coffee table. The shattering sound was drowned out by the deafeni

Ryan Kingston’s Penthouse – 3:00 AMThe room was dead silent, except for the sound of Ryan's sharp, controlled breathing. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, Manhattan’s skyline stretching endlessly before him, but he didn’t see it.All he saw was her.Isabella.She was out there somewhere, alone, afraid, and taken by men who clearly didn’t know who they were dealing with.Dante paced behind him, frustration clear in his voice. “We’ve got nothing. No demands, no threats, no ransom. Whoever took her isn’t in it for money.”Ryan’s jaw clenched. That much was obvious.The only reason someone would take Isabella without asking for money was if they were trying to hurt him.And that meant one thing—this was personal.He turned to Dante, his voice like steel. “What about the surveillance feeds?”Dante exhaled. “They were wiped clean. No digital footprint, no access logs.” His brows furrowed. “Whoever did this has high-level connections.”Ryan’s eyes darkened. Then we burn them all.He

Ryan Kingston’s Private Estate – 6:00 AMThe tension in the air was thick. The scent of gunpowder and blood still clung to Ryan’s clothes, but he didn’t care.Not when Isabella was finally safe.She sat on the plush leather couch in his penthouse, wrapped in a warm blanket. Her fingers trembled as she held a cup of tea, her mind still racing from the chaos of the night.Ryan stood by the window, his silhouette framed against the early morning light. His jaw was tight, his fists still clenched. He had never felt fear like that before—not when facing enemies, not when dealing with business rivals. But the thought of losing Isabella?That had nearly broken him.Dante cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “The Valenci family is in ruins. Their safehouses were raided, their men either dead or running for their lives.”Ryan didn’t respond. His focus was on Isabella. On the way she kept rubbing her wrists where the ropes had burned her skin.“I want their name erased,” he finally said, h