All Chapters of The Chosen Heir: Chapter 41
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Chapter 41: I'll go back
“Ben: ‘You just had to stand there and let Braxton spit on your name, didn’t you? Tell me, Ash, what were you thinking?”Ash sat on the low wooden step outside the crumbling apartment building, his palms pressed into his face. His breath came shallow, the sound of laughter and gossip still carrying from the neighbors clustered nearby. Braxton, the landlord, had already stormed off after pocketing Mrs. Mary’s envelope of money, his final glare still burning in Ash’s memory.Ash didn’t respond at first. His chest was tight, his throat dry.“ I mean—seriously—what was that? You just let him bark at you, insult you, like you were… what? A dog chained at his gate?” Ben said.Ash dragged his hands down his face and turned slowly toward his younger brother. “Ben, you don’t understand. I—”“Don’t tell me I don’t understand. I might be the dumb one, sure. I mess things up, yeah, everybody says that. But even I know when a man’s drowning. And you, Ash, you’re sinking without even fighting back.
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Chapter 42: Back to the Lioness
Chapter 42: Back to the Lioness“You’ve got to be kidding me.”Ben’s voice broke the thick silence as the taxi rolled to a stop in front of the mansion’s silver gates. Her mansion. The one Ash ran away from this morning.He turned his head slowly toward his brother.“Got any better ideas?”“Yeah. Die somewhere cheap,” Ben muttered, staring out the window. “At least the view won’t sneer back.”Ash didn’t respond. He pushed the door open, the night air biting against his skin. He still had his night wear on.They stood before the massive gates, the “L” monogram glinting coldly under the light. A symbol of everything Sienna Langston stood for power, perfection, control. Truth is, he hadn't noticed it when he was brought here the first time until now.Ben whistled low. “Man, she really built herself a villain’s lair.”Ash shot him a look. “Don’t start.”“I’m just saying… if she bites, I hope you still got that rabies shot.”Before Ash could retort, the gate buzzed and slowly opened. Someo
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Chapter 43: You deceived me
“Still thinking about him?”The voice slid through the dimly lit room like ice. Tessa turned sharply, startled. She hadn’t heard the door open. Brooklyn stood by the doorway, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a glass of something dark and expensive. His tie was loosened, shirt slightly open at the collar which was quiet unusual for the few times she saw him at the hospital.“Can’t you knock?” she asked quietly, folding her arms.“Should I, when you look like you’re waiting for ghosts?” he replied, stepping in. The faint scent of his cologne followed, cold cedar and smoke. “You’ve been staring at that wall for twenty minutes. Don’t tell me you’re still thinking about him.”Tessa bit down the flicker of anger that rose. “Ash has a name, Brooklyn.”“Oh, I know,” he said smoothly, setting the glass on her shelf as though he owned the place. “Asher Booker. The broke ex-husband who couldn’t afford to pay rent or buy groceries. Quite the romantic tragedy, really. I’m surprised Netfli
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Chapter 44: The Possessive Bloom
“You don’t need the world, Ash. You only need me.”Her voice was velvet and steel all at once. Sienna stood by the window, morning light spilling across her satin robe. Ash sat on the couch, still in the clothes she’d picked for him. “You’ve lost weight,” she murmured, tracing his jaw with her perfect manicured finger. “You shouldn’t skip breakfast again.”Ash’s mouth curved in a faint, careful smile. “I wasn’t hungry.”“You will eat.” She lifted a silver tray from the table. “I had your favorite made.”He didn’t remember ever mentioning a favorite.The Langston Mansion was quiet except for the low hum of the city beyond the tinted glass. Every step she took made the space smaller. He chewed obediently, feeling her eyes study every movement.Ben’s voice echoed faintly in his head from the night before, “Bro, she’s watching you like a hawk. Are you sure you’re good?”He had told Ben to stay in the guest room, to stay quiet. Now he wasn’t sure if that had been protection or surrender.
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Chapter 45: Chains of care
Sienna stood by the doorway, her hair unkempt from the wind, her eyes fever, bright. “Don’t you remember me?”Ash looked up from where he sat on the edge of the bed, the question slicing through the silence like a blade. She had never showed any hint that they knew each other before and now this. He was confused. “What?” he asked, his brow furrowing. “Remember you?”She smiled, the kind of smile that hides too many years of waiting. “You really don’t, do you?”Ash hesitated. “Sienna, what are you talking about?”Her laugh came out half-broken, half-bitter. “I should’ve known. You never looked twice at me back then either.”She walked toward him, barefoot, her steps soundless against the marble. For the first time, her confidence seemed cracked, not gone, just trembling beneath the weight of memory.“High school,” she said softly, stopping in front of him. “You were two grades ahead. You played basketball, wore that stupid smile everyone loved.” Her lips curled faintly. “You don’t re
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Chapter 46: The Fight
The morning was too quiet. The kind of quiet that felt deliberate. Sienna sat by the window, a cup of tea untouched beside her, her eyes following the way the sunlight folded itself across the marble floor. Ash was trying to fix the broken clasp of his wristwatch, one of the many things Sienna had got him. Ben lingered near the doorway, restless, pretending to scroll through his phone. Ben hadn't been in good terms with Sienna since Day 1. He had begun to flinch when she called his name and Ash though quiet was noticing too much.“You’re not even trying to get better,” Ben snapped after he couldn't take it anymore.His voice cracked through the morning silence like a thrown stone. The Langston Mansion, still smelling of polished marble and Sienna’s lavender candles, had a stillness that made every sound echo.Ash looked up from the couch where he sat, half-dressed in the crisp shirt Sienna had laid out for him. His bruises were fading, but his eyes had the dullness of someone who hadn
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Chapter 47: The Walls Close In
The first thing Asher noticed wasn’t the locks.It was the silence.The house had grown too quiet, like the air itself was listening. The hum of the old refrigerator was gone, the distant chatter of staff had vanished. Even the wind, somehow, seemed to pause before brushing past the window panes.Sienna called it “peace.”He called it wrong.He hadn’t realized when she started installing things — the new door bolts, the subtle shimmer of reinforced glass on the windows. It was all “for safety,” she’d said. Safety from the outside world. Safety from everything that might take him away from her. “You need to feel protected,” she’d told him with that soft smile that always made him forget how she’d gotten under his skin in the first place. “You’ve been through enough, Ash. Let me take care of you.”Ben was the first to act like it was normal.He moved through the house like a shadow, quiet, obedient, his movements careful, almost rehearsed. He delivered messages, breakfast trays, even A
Last Updated : 2025-10-18
Chapter 48: You're my best creation
The Langston mansion was always too quiet.Not the comfortable kind of silence, but the kind that followed obedience.At seventeen, Sienna had learned how to make silence sound like love.Her father taught her that.Mr. Langston was a man who never raised his voice; he didn’t have to. His words could break ribs without leaving a bruise. Every syllable came laced with the same authority he used in boardrooms, cold, exact, inescapable.He’d stand behind her as she practiced the piano, his hands folded neatly behind his back.“Again,” he’d say when she missed a note.“Smile, Sienna. Perfection should look effortless.”When she got it right, he’d rest his palm on her shoulder, not a pat, but a claim.“You’re my best creation,” he’d whisper.She was seventeen, and she didn’t know what that meant.Every Sunday, they had dinner alone.Her father at the head of the table, her opposite him. Always opposite.“Wine?” he’d offer.“I’m not eighteen yet,” she’d reply.He’d smile. “You are when I sa
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