The Heiress He Underestimated novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30 The Midnight Escape

The car moved through the night like a silent shark through dark water. The partition between them and the driver was up, sealing them in a pocket of tense, breathless quiet. The only sound was the soft hum of the engine and the frantic beating of Elera’s own heart, which felt like a wild bird trapped in her chest.

She stared straight ahead, her hands folded tightly in her lap, the rough edges of the black diamond teardrops biting into her palms. The adrenaline that had carried her out of the ballroom, down the service corridor, and into this car was starting to dissolve, leaving behind a strange, hollow shaking deep in her bones. She had done it. She had actually done it. She had looked Xan Valdris in the eye and shattered his perfect world in front of everyone he knew.

The reality of it was a physical thing, a cold sweat prickling under the heavy fabric of her dress.

She felt Drakonius’s gaze on her, a steady, palpable pressure in the dim light. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him. What if she saw regret? What if he saw the fear she was desperately trying to swallow?

“Your hands are shaking,” he said, his voice low and quiet, not a criticism, just an observation.

She looked down. They were. A fine, constant tremor. She clenched them into fists, but it didn’t help. “It’s the crash,” she managed to say, her own voice sounding thin and far away. “The adrenaline is leaving.”

He didn’t reply. Instead, she heard a soft rustle of fabric. Then a small, heavy object was placed gently in her lap.

It was a silver flask, old and elegantly engraved with a pattern of interlocking vines. It felt warm, as if it had been carried close to his body.

“Take a sip,” he said. “It will steady you.”

She didn’t ask what it was. She unscrewed the cap, the scent of good, aged brandy filling the space between them. She took a small, burning swallow. The heat of it bloomed in her stomach, a small anchor of warmth in the cold void of her shock.

“Thank you,” she whispered, handing the flask back. Her fingers brushed his. His skin was still cool.

He took a small sip himself before recapping it. “He will be coming for you now,” he said, matter–of–fact. “But not with flowers and promises, he will be coming wiith lawyers and private investigators and every dirty trick his fortune can buy.”

“I know.”

“Your father will disown you, Publicly. He will try to salvage the merger by throwing you to the wolves.”

“I know that, too.”

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