The Heiress He Underestimated novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97 Apology

“You’re already annoying,” Elera teased. “But yes. If this continues, if the acceleration holds, you could be looking at a complete cure. Not just remission, but actual restoration of your genetic function.”

Drakonius sat down heavily in the nearest chair, looking slightly shell–shocked. “I don’t know what to do with that information.”

‘Start by not dying,” Elera suggested. “That seems like a good first step.”

He laughed, a real laugh that transformed his entire face. And in that moment, seeing him genuinely happy for the first time since she’d met him, Elera knew with absolute certainty that she was completely and totally in love with him.

The realization should have terrified her. Should have sent her running. But instead, it settled over her like I warm blanket, comfortable and right.

She was in love with Drakonius Vex. Her patient. Her husband. Her partner. The dying man who was naybe not so dying anymore.

And that changed everything.

The rest of the day was a blur of activity. Conference calls with lawyers, strategies with Frost, media tatements being drafted and redrafted. Clara called six times. The publisher called eight. Elera’s email nbox was a disaster zone she didn’t even want to look at.

Through it all, she and Drakonius moved in sync. A real team, working together, supporting each other. There was no more awkwardness, no more carefully maintained distance. The hug in his study had broken something open between them, some wall that had been keeping them separate. Now they could exist in the same space without the constant tension of unspoken feelings.

They were in the library reviewing contract language around media appearances when Drakonius’s phone rang. He glanced at it and his expression went cold.

“It’s Lyra,” he said.

Elera’s stomach tightened. His sister. The one who’d tried to expose her, who’d threatened to ruin everything.

“You should answer it,” she said. “Maybe she’s calling to apologize

Drakonius snorted. “Lyra doesn’t apologize. She attacks or she disappears. There’s no middle ground with her.” But he answered anyway, putting it on speaker. “Lyra.”

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