Chapter 7 The Heiress Returns

CHAPTER 7

That night, after the words she overheard from Joseph's study, Lisa lay stiff on her bed, the coat still abandoned on the chair. Sleep wouldn't come – only the echo of his voice, sharp as glass.

Keep an eye on Lauren.

He's still in love with her. My stepmother.

Her throat tightened but no tears fell. She had wasted enough on a man whose heart was never hers.

Slowly, she sat up, her green eyes hardening in the dim glow of the lamp. "No more", she whispered into the silence. If Joseph Bronson wanted to chain himself to the ghost of Lauren, let him.

She had her own war to fight. Her father's company, her name, her worth – they would use her strength, whether they liked it or not.

Lisa lay back down, the decision burning steadily in her chest. Tomorrow, she wouldn't think of Joseph.

Tomorrow, she would begin again.

Reaching for her phone she made a single phone call. Her voice was steady, stripped of hesitation.

"There should be a board meeting tomorrow. Email me the necessary paperwork before dawn".

The next morning, her phone chimed.

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Morning light spilled across the mansion's hallways. Lisa descended the stairs just as Joseph strode from the opposite wing.

For a heartbeat, their eyes brushed – neither spoke.

They passed each other like strangers.

Outside, as her driver opened the car door, Lisa's chest tightened. She wanted – just for a second – to call his name, to ask why he had shielded her the night before, why he had crushed her with words after.

But the thought was foolish. She drew in a sharp breath, forcing it down, and slid into the car.

Inside his office, Joseph loosened his tie, phone pressed to his ear. His voice was low, controlled.

"Adjust the camera to the right".

On the screen before him, Lisa appeared in perfect clarity.

The hidden camera he had ordered to be put in her car caught her well–defined face, the curve of her cupid's bow lips – lips he had always wanted to devour.

He leaned back in his chair, gaze unreadable, watching her as if she were both his possession and his enemy.

*****

Hours later, walking into the Morgan Enterprises, the air turned heavy. Whispers slithered through the corridors.

"Daddy's spoiled brat".

"She ran from responsibility".

"Even changed her identity to hide".

Lisa kept stride steady, though every word burned. Just as she neared the boardroom, a slip of paper brushed into her palm from an unseen hand.

They're planning to humiliate you today.

Her heart clenched. Moments later, her phone buzzed – another email with the final set of "necessary documents".

The present.....

The boardroom was already hostile before Lisa even reached the head of the table. Questions fired from every corner, sharp and mocking.

"Where have you been all these years?"

"What qualifies you to stand here?"

"Didn't you run away from this company once already?"

Their laughter was low, bitter, cutting at her fragile calm. Lisa's fingers tightened around her notes, her rehearsed opening vanishing from her mind.

For a moment, the whispers outside the corridor came roaring back – spoiled...unfit....just a pretty face.

Heat prickled her skin, doubt clawing at her chest.

And then the air shifted.

The door opened and Joseph Bronson walked in, tall and commanding. His gaze swept the room like a blade settling on her.

"Allow my wife to get on with her presentation will you?" his voice was calm but laced with steel.

Silence.

The mocking faces froze. One by one, the board members dropped their eyes.

Lisa inhaled slowly, steadied by the silence he left in his wake. For the first time since entering, the room was hers.

In the meeting, the trap was laid: a senior executive's proposal, backed by the papers she had been sent. All eyes waited for her to fail.

Lisa's pulse hammered, torn between the neat reports on her phone....and the warning from the stranger.

Silence stretched. Then she slid the emailed reports aside and lifted the stranger's documents.

Calmly, methodically she tore into the executive's proposal line by line, exposing the flaws hidden beneath the polished figures.

The room shifted. Some board members leaned forward in awe: others smirked fading into stunned silence.

She had chosen correctly – on instinct.

And from the shadows at the back, Lauren watched her with an expression no one could read.

The silence that followed Lisa's presentation was almost deafening. The smirks had faded, replaced by a grudging respect that hung heavy in the air.

Then the voice rose from the far end of the table.

Smooth, commanding. A man leaned forward, one of the most feared business strategists in the country, known for dismantling opponents with a single sentence.

"Impressive numbers, Miss Morgan...

"It's Mrs. Bronson", Joseph corrected him swiftly.

"My apologies but tell me – what makes you think we'd hand you this company? Because of your last name? Or because you're married into the Bronsons?"

Murmurs rippled through the boardroom. The challenge struck like a whip.

Lisa's jaw tightened. She met his stare head–on.

"Neither", she replied, her voice steady as steel.

"You'll hand me this company because I'm the only one who can keep it alive. I don't need my father's shadow, and I don't need Joseph Bronson's name. All I need are the numbers you've just seen – and the fact that none of you could argue them".

The room went silent again. Even the guru's lips pressed into a thin line, no comeback ready.

For once, the board bowed their heads – not to her family name but to her.

*****

Outside, the night air hit her like freedom. Lisa clutched her files to her chest as she walked toward her car, her heels echoing against the pavement. She let out a shaky breath, part relief, part adrenaline.

This time she did not shy away from the cameras, she stood firm with confidence.

In the car, she sat reminiscing about the board meeting, a smile curved on her lips. Suddenly, her phone buzzed.

She pulled it out expecting a congratulatory message from her dad. Instead, an unknown number flashed on the screen.

"Bold words today. But don't fool yourself – this company won't be the only battlefield. Watch your back, Lisa Bronson".

Her breath caught. She glanced around for any suspicious vehicles trailing her. Shadows stretched long in the dim lights.

Her victory tasted hollow, more like a trap tightening around her.