All Chapters of Rise Of The Heiress : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The mansion loomed in front of Isabella and Alexander like a dark fortress, its cold stone walls seemingly absorbing the last rays of the dying daylight. Every step they took toward the entrance felt heavy, the gravity of their decision weighing on them. There was no turning back now. They had made their choice. They were here to confront Viktor, to end the game he had been playing for so long. Isabella’s breath hitched as they reached the door. She couldn’t help but wonder how they had gotten here. How had she, an heiress to a family of unimaginable wealth and power, ended up in a battle for her very life and the future of everything she had ever known? “Are you ready?” Alexander’s voice pulled her from her thoughts, steady and reassuring. But she could sense the tension beneath it, the shared fear and anticipation that they both carried. She nodded, her throat tight. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” They had gathered every ounce of courage between them. Tonight was their moment. They

The atmosphere in the room was electric, crackling with tension as Viktor and Alexander engaged in a brutal battle. Isabella’s heart hammered in her chest, each beat feeling like it might burst through her ribs. She gripped the knife tightly, her fingers cold with sweat. Every instinct told her to rush in, to help Alexander, but her mind screamed at her to be cautious. This was no ordinary fight, and Viktor was no ordinary adversary. She glanced over at Alexander, his face set in determination as he exchanged fierce blows with Viktor. The raw power between the two men was palpable, every movement calculated, every strike aimed to maim or kill. Viktor’s speed and strength were extraordinary, but Alexander was no slouch. They were well-matched, each of them drawing from their experience and training, their bodies moving like finely tuned machines. Viktor’s eyes flicked toward Isabella for a split second, that malicious gleam flashing again, as if he had planned this all along. “You th

Isabella adjusted the collar of her blazer as she glanced at the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her—a little more refined, a little more composed, and unmistakably changed. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of chaos, but now... she was finally settling into a rhythm again. Not that the world had become entirely safe. Viktor’s secrets still echoed in dark corners, but for now, the sun shone a little brighter, and the shadows didn’t loom quite as large. She picked up the file folder from the vanity and tucked it under her arm. "Alexander is going to hate this," she murmured to herself. The door to the study creaked open as she stepped in. Alexander was on the phone, his voice low and sharp. “No. The assets stay frozen until we get full clearance. I don’t care who’s pressuring you, Mason. This isn’t negotiable.” His eyes lifted as she entered. He waved her in, finishing the call. “You look serious,” he said, setting his phone aside. “That’s because I am.” She handed hi

The morning sun filtered gently through the curtains, bathing the bedroom in a soft golden glow. Isabella stirred awake, her limbs tangled in the sheets and in Alexander’s arms. He was still asleep, his chest rising and falling in steady rhythm, one arm tucked beneath her neck, the other possessively around her waist. She couldn’t help but watch him. Peaceful. Vulnerable. Beautiful in a way that made her heart ache. It had been a long time since she’d felt this safe in someone’s presence — since she had woken up without the gnawing sense of needing to protect herself. But with Alexander, for all his cold exterior and brutal charm, she felt something dangerously close to… belonging. She brushed her fingers over his jawline, her touch featherlight. He stirred slightly, his brows drawing together. “You’re staring,” he murmured, voice hoarse from sleep. “You snore,” she teased. He cracked open one eye. “Liar.” She laughed softly, burrowing into his chest. “I like this version of you

The days following the board meeting were filled with an air of tension and uncertainty that neither Isabella nor Alexander could escape. Their relationship, once a quiet sanctuary from the world’s chaos, now felt like a fragile thread on the verge of snapping. Every time they were together, the weight of the impending decisions hung over them like an ever-present storm cloud. Isabella spent the day in the mansion, pacing from one room to the next, unable to shake the unease that had taken hold of her. She had tried to focus on work, diving into the projects she had once been so passionate about. But today, nothing held her attention. Her thoughts kept drifting back to Alexander — to the cold, distant look he had given her when he left that morning. He hadn’t said much before he left for his meeting with the board, but the look in his eyes had been enough. It was a look of determination, yes, but also one of resignation. She knew the stakes had never been higher, and that thought fil