Semua Bab Lost Heiress: Mr Right Offers Me a Second Chance: Bab 1 - Bab 10

NATALIE’s POV"Having some vomiting symptoms doesn't mean you’re pregnant, Natalie. I bet it’s just a simple period issue. Don’t worry," My fiancé, Lucas, said casually, supporting me as he patted my back.I frowned. What did he mean by that, after we were already in the hospital, waiting in line for testing? Why did he think pregnancy—our child—would be something to ‘worry’ about? He knew how much I wanted kids.Seeing my confusion, Lucas smiled and rubbed my brows. "Don’t think too much about it! I mean, we’ve always been careful.""But... when you came back from that business trip last month..." I reminded him, my voice tight.He froze. His expression suddenly went unreadable. "You didn’t take your birth control pills?"I shook my head. I’d been so busy at work I’d forgotten. "Lucas, we’ve been engaged for a century and I couldn’t wait to see things progress. Wouldn’t it be great if I’m really pregnant? I remember you said you liked kids..." My words trailed off as a sharp pain hit

NATALIE’s POVI was trembling as I fled the room, my body overwhelmed by a mix of guilt and embarrassment. I hadn’t just made out with anyone. I’d kissed my ex’s uncle. I rubbed my forehead and looked back at the door I’d just come out of. As my gaze landed on the number, something caught my eye, glinting faintly in the dim light.1136.I rummaged through my pockets until I found my keycard. 1139.My room was three doors down.The realization turned me sober instantly — Malcolm was right. It hadn’t been my room. No wonder he’d said I was playing a game…“Shit.” My palm pressed to my forehead as I tried to steady my breath, sharp and uneven.I had just gotten my heart shattered, and now I’d walked straight into a scandal. What if someone had seen me go into Malcolm’s room? And if word got out—I knew better than anyone how dangerous gossip could be. How easily a single word could destroy everything.I’d lived through it three years ago.My breath immediately shuddered.This wasn’

NATALIE’s POV I blinked, thinking carefully before shaking my head. “No, sir. I wouldn’t forget if we had. Maybe I just look like someone you know.” A casual remark, but something in my words seemed to strike him. His eyes widened—just for a second. Then, just as quickly, he composed himself. “Never mind.” His tone cooled. “But since you’re the real person in charge here, you should be the one to sign the agreement. Your company needs to ensure there’s no more confusion about who’s responsible.” His words carried an edge of disdain. “I don’t want any more unprofessional situations.” Vanessa’s forced smile barely held. “Of course…” I watched as she bent her proud neck. Pathetic. She held the title of chief manager, but she had no real knowledge. She thought she’s still in the modeling world she was used to, where all she needed to do was catwalk? Newsflash, Vanessa: this industry doesn’t work that way. However, that’s when my father stepped in, his tone smooth

NATALIEMy heart drummed loudly in my ears as a dozen eyes settled on me and Vanessa.Suddenly Vanessa’s hands shot out, snatching the envelope from Malcolm’s grasp.“Let me see that,” she snapped, her hands tearing at the envelop with terrifying speed even though her fingers shook slightly.Malcolm gave a soft growl and my eyes immediately focused on him. His demeanor had changed and I tried to meet his eyes but his gaze on Vanessa was unwavering. A wicked smirk stretched the corner of his lips.What this some kind of a joke? There was no way that Gravestone would stop working with Caldwell and then single me out of the company. It had never happened before because doing so would cause too much problems. It could even sever business alliances!I shook my head. Malcom was just being his usual "cruel and mischievous" self.I turned my gaze back to Vanessa and my brows shot up in surprise. What the..Vanessa was hunched over, her eyes dancing across the words as her iron grip on the pa

NATALIE’S POV The message had dropped like a bomb in my lap on our way to Lucas’ grandmother’s birthday party. A message that prompted the truth about my relationship with Lucas coming to light. A message that called for my immediate attention. Now I was here, breathless with my heart thundering. And facing Malcolm. He looked like a man completely unfazed by chaos. Cool, Composed but his eyes sparkled—like he was enjoying something only he understood. I controlled my breathing and a frown settled on my face as I folded my arms across my breasts. “I could ask you the same thing,” he said, his voice low and unbothered. A nurse walked over, carrying a folded blanket. “Mr. Onyx? Mrs. Davis’ duvet, as you instructed.” W–What? My mouth parted ,confusion thick on my tongue as he took it with a simple nod. I blinked. That’s not possible. No fucking way. That had to be a coincidence, after all “Mrs. Davis” wasn’t exactly an uncommon name. It wasn’t possible for it to be my Mrs. D