The Heiress's Fall, Her Rise to Love

onto the floor, curling into a ball. A single, dry sob escaped my throat, then another, and another, until I was shaking with the force of my silent

a notification. My hand trembled as I reached for i

nknown number, but I knew

ph

s bed in the penthouse. Liam was asleep, his arm thrown protectively over her. Sophia was awake, smirking a

nt. It was probably taken this morning, maybe right befo

er message

sleeps, doesn't he? He's min

the city lights twinkling behind them through the penthouse window. Liam was kissing

rything I had overheard. It wasn't just a plot for r

the screen, mesmerized by the cruelty of i

t for trying to take my place. He loves me, Chloe. He was never going to marry you.

d black and final. The truth, del

ear his voice. I had to hear him deny it, even if it was

was about to hang up when he answer

it? I told you I

e breaking. "I just... I n

said impatiently.

en I h

istakable, was Sophia' s voice.

come back to bed. You've bee

lence on the line. I could almost

aid, his voice strai

hred of hope, the tiny, stupid part of me that thought maybe there was a misunders

od floor. The sound was small, but it felt like a gunshot in the silent room. It was