{"id":30,"date":"2026-09-28T11:57:20","date_gmt":"2026-09-28T11:57:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/chapter\/return-of-the-real-heiress-secrets-and-masks-5\/"},"modified":"2026-09-28T11:57:20","modified_gmt":"2026-09-28T11:57:20","slug":"return-of-the-real-heiress-secrets-and-masks-5","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/chapter\/return-of-the-real-heiress-secrets-and-masks-5\/","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 5"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Chapter 5<br \/>\nReturn Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks novel Chapter 5<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Hey, Boss!&#8221; Crow&#8217;s voice burst through the phone, so full of energy that it could power a city. &#8220;You&#8217;ve been off the radar for ages. Don&#8217;t tell me you&#8217;ve ditched your favorite wingman.&#8221; The words spilled out in a rapid-fire stream.<\/p>\n<p>Cherise felt a throb behind her eyes and rubbed her temples.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Boss, are you there?&#8221; Crow continued to chatter away without any intention of pausing.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Crow, you&#8217;re speaking too quickly for me to get a word in. Slow down, or I&#8217;ll have to hang up,&#8221; she warned, her tone chilling the line.<\/p>\n<p>Abruptly, Crow&#8217;s voice ceased, leaving an expectant silence for her to speak.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Alright, I need you to dig into something for me,&#8221; Cherise began. &#8220;Investigate who Claire Garcia was communicating with before her death 15 years ago. Additionally, confirm the truth about her supposed death from a stray bullet in a warzone.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>With a sense of urgency, she emphasized, &#8220;I need this done promptly.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Understood,&#8221; Crow responded succinctly, and with that, Cherise ended the call.<\/p>\n<p>After the call, Cherise&#8217;s gaze landed on a massive wooden chest in the corner. She moved closer, drawn to its intricate carvings, and opened it to see a collection of identical, beautifully crafted wooden boxes.<\/p>\n<p>Lifting one, she felt its weight and opened it to find shiny diamonds and a note that read: &#8220;Cherise, happy 18th birthday! Grandma&#8217;s been saving for your wedding. In the best of times, diamonds are a girl&#8217;s best friend; in the worst, they&#8217;re a safety net.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Another box held more diamonds with another note that read: &#8220;Cherise, today marks your coming-of-age, and it&#8217;s more diamonds for your wedding. I&#8217;m all about practicality. When you turn 20, I&#8217;ve got a big surprise for you.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Cherise chuckled, tears brimming in her eyes, as a mix of warmth and profound yearning filled her chest. &#8216;So, Grandma had intended for me to receive this precious wedding gift on my 20th birthday,&#8217; she mused.<\/p>\n<p>Gently, she replaced the boxes, shut the chest, and secured it with a lock. With more wealth than she could ever use, the diamonds held no practical value for her.<\/p>\n<p>This treasure was a testament to her grandmother&#8217;s love, and she couldn&#8217;t bring herself to convert it into currency. It would remain untouched in the chest, just as her grandmother&#8217;s affection had remained eternal and unchanging.<\/p>\n<p>Cherise reached for her phone and made a call. &#8220;Dora, locate hacker King. I have a call recording that needs restoration, and I&#8217;m prepared to offer ten million for the job.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Dora Xenakis, Cherise&#8217;s efficient assistant with a vast global network, handled her various affairs.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Got it. I&#8217;ll handle it,&#8221; Dora responded courteously.<\/p>\n<p>After ending the call, Cherise pocketed her phone, her thoughts lingering on the message she&#8217;d found on the back of the photo in her grandmother&#8217;s secret room.<\/p>\n<p>Her recollections of her mother were few and far between. As a war correspondent, her mother was frequently absent. The last time Cherise could remember seeing her mother was at her grandfather Oliver Leach&#8217;s birthday when she was just four years old.<\/p>\n<p>The last information Cherise received regarding her mother came when she was nearly five; her father informed her that her mother had been killed in a bombing in the perpetually conflicted nation of Astamia.<\/p>\n<p>Cherise took a deep breath and gazed out the window, realizing that a journey to Betrico was now a necessary step.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-30","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/30","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=30"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}