Discarded Heiress; Regaining Her Throne.

Cielle's POV. I couldn't speak, I was lost for words. My tongue tied just like my eyes were dry. "You will have to come with us, Ms Coleman." The policeman continued and signalled for two others to come get me. " Wait… wait, you can't just take her. She lost her child, where's your humanity?" My gynaecologist barked as panic filled the room. " Let her go, at least… at least let her process the loss of her child. Please, she's in so much pain." The doctor's words fell on deaf ears as my wrists were bound by the handcuffs. "We waited two months to get her behind bars, that's long enough."The drag from the handcuffs made me stand up and walk down the bed, my eyes glued to the ground. "You're under arrest for laundering public funds and fraudulent company activities. You have the right to a lawyer and one will be issued to you if you cannot afford it." His words flew past my ears as the doctor's vicious words kept ringing in my head. I lost my baby.The police office

Cielle's POV. With the heavy pistol in my hand, I boarded a taxi and headed to my mansion.Yes, my mansion.It was mine before Ethan and his mistress took it from me.I arrived and was perplexed by the number of cars that were parked in the courtyard. The amount of exquisitely dressed people that strode in and out of the mansion.What was going on?Why were there so many people in the house—my house?I hid my gun in my waistband and progressed to the entrance where I was stopped."Your invitation, ma'am..." a staff member requested as he scanned me with suspicion."I... I don't have an invitation," I said as I felt belittled by his gaze."You don't?" he chuckled cynically."Then you will have to get your ass out of here!" he barked, drawing the attention of others."The boss strictly wants only invited guests.Not some crazy-looking lady dressed in rags."With that, he dismissed me like some unwanted flea.I stepped away as I realized getting to Ashley would be much mor

Cielle's POV. The look on her face was satisfying—the grimace that told the story of anger and probably the desire to smack everybody's face.Her eyes were enraged, probably holding back the tears she dreaded to shed.I just stood there, my hands folded against my chest as the crowd continued to murmur."You won't get away with this," she said, running towards me, but I stood my ground, ready to slap some sense into her. When she was just a step away from me, she stopped, glaring at me, her breath heavy, and I must say it was disgusting to have her in my face like that."You will pay for this, Cielle. You will pay for making a mockery out of me on the night of my engagement," she threatened, and I scoffed."Me? Really?" I chuckled wryly."I'm not the one making a mockery out of you. Your future husband is." I clicked my tongue, enjoying every ounce of the confrontation."It's clear your fiancé can't keep his peanuts in his pants.He's the one making a fool out of you in fr

Zayn's POV. I dialed Debbie's number as I ran to her room, three consecutive times, but she didn’t pick. When I entered, I saw her caregiver, Madam Jane, inside."Where is she?Where is Debbie?Where is my sister?" I barked, a heavy kick pounding in my chest."She... she... she went to see the new lady.She said she would be right back," she answered, shivering."The fuck?There's fire in the house, Jane—the kitchen is on fire—and you're not with my sister.She's fucking pregnant!" I raged, storming out of the room as I took long strides toward Cielle's room."Debbie... Debbie," I called out as I reached the room, but found it open.Could they have evacuated the building already?I ran through the foggy smoke and out of the building to meet the helpers all gathered in the yard.I couldn't find Debbie nor Cielle in their midst, and my insides began to churn."Where is she?Where's my sister?" I questioned, but no one gave a reply."She's freaking pregnant... you all know she's

Cielle's POV. "What... What are you doing?" I shrieked as I felt caged to the wall.He was only an inch away, droplets sliding from his hair down his chest, the towel at his waist hanging so loose that I feared it would drop.I wanted to speak again, to rebuke him, but instead, I inhaled the warm, nutty scent of hazelnuts that clung to him, making me swallow hard with shallow thoughts.He smelt like a peaceful distraction, like roasted cocoa, and I wanted more.Wait, what the hell was I doing?I wasn’t attracted to him, definitely not.But why did my pulse triple?"What... What did you have to say to me?" I mumbled, shaking my head, a silly attempt to stop myself from wallowing in his scent."You don't have to be shirtless or so close to me to say it, do you? You can step back and say it.I'm all ears," I said, trying to sound tough.He tilted his head, his lips curved into a smirk. "I thought I was making you curious, wasn't I?"He said, and I immediately swung my head to di