All Chapters of The Untouchable Heiress He Regrets Losing: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Zane’s POV The hum of the air conditioner was the only sound in my office as I relaxed in my chair, my fountain pen tapping rhythmically against the table. I couldn’t shake off the feeling that Elora was hiding something from me. She never joked with her jewelry, but she didn’t notice her pearl necklace fall off as she hurried off to continue her phone call. I wanted to follow her, but I had my own problems to deal with. Even after coming out of the room, she kept trembling in her steps as though she had seen a ghost. Something didn’t sit right with me. And I was going to get to the bottom of it. But first, today is going to mark a notable turn in my finances. It was about escape, survival, and that is what I must focus on. My insurance, an estate in the most lucrative part of San Francisco. I had looked for it so I could bounce back in case my wicked father decided to keep my inheritance from me, or if my stepsibling pulled another successful stunt. I went over the investment

Madilyn’s POVI slammed my office door so hard that the walls shook. The sound echoed through the room, matching the thunder in my heart. My shaky hands opened the door of my cabinet and brought out an expensive whiskey needed for this moment. I poured myself a drink and gulped it down at once.“Damn you, Zara” I screamed, throwing away the glass in my hand. It shattered against the wall in a spray of liquid and broken hearts. How could she humiliate me like that? And even embarrass me in front of that cheap assistant of hers? My legs gave out, and I landed on my chair, surrounded by the mess I made with my own hands. I thought I could put her in a tight spot and get her to back down from my position as heir. But I wasn’t smart about it. She’s still the same. Hell, she’s worse. All through our childhood, she never failed to make me feel so small when compared with her. She was Daddy’s perfect little daughter. And me? I kept struggling just so he’d accept me.I was just twelve when my

Zara’s POVI woke to comfy sheets and sunlight. I could feel the warmth of the morning sun peeping through the crisp curtain, revealing golden streaks across the room. I opened my eyes slowly as if someone were trying to wake me up from a long, deep sleep. Then it came back to me. The contract, the look I couldn’t quite name on Leo’s face when he saw them, and the second look he gave me when he said I wasn’t alone.It probably wasn’t anything serious. Whatever passed between us was just a mere consolation because we have one purpose and a common enemy. But he was one very confusing man. One minute, he is cold and drawing lines; the next minute, he doesn’t understand why the lines were drawn. I could have done this without the use of any contract, but I needed to protect whatever I had left of myself after he blatantly misjudged me. I wasn’t hurt, just extra cautious. Caution’s not weakness, it’s survival.I swung my legs off the bed, sat at the edge, and gave my neck a quick massage.

Leo’s POVAs soon as I set foot on the marble floor of Wesley Group’s lobby, a strange familiarity struck me like lightning. It was like stepping into a world I had tried to run away from for ten years. The air was still filled with that same scent of cold ambition, greed, and exploitation of the weak. It hadn’t changed much. The floors were beaming as always, and the receptionists still gave fake smiles while hurting deeply, not knowing when their next paycheck would arrive. A lot of workers in the past have involved labour and employment lawyers to fight for them, but Wesley’s legal group always found their way out of each case, either by bribing the lawyers or paying the union leaders a sum of money to silence the workers. Ten years. Ten years since I last walked through this setting as Leo Wesley—the boy who was once trained to inherit the evil kingdom, but vanished when he could no longer take it. I was young, furious, and far too clueless about how to handle company matters and

Zara’s POVShutting the door behind me gave a deep feeling of satisfaction. My new office smelled of lavender and leather. Warm sunlight seeped into the room through the windows, casting golden lines over the polished desk and walls. My lips curled into a small smile at the sight of my own mini bar with a bucket containing a bottle of champagne with ice all around it. A silent gesture from Leo, no doubt. Then Mia came in and instantly, we did our girls scream in excitement. Her eyes sparkled so much that I could tell she was genuinely happy for me. Her eyes twinkled like a child witnessing her first snowfall. “CEO Zara Smith,” she greeted dramatically with a bow. I laughed and pulled her into my embrace. “We did it, Mia!. We actually did it.” We had mapped out how we would infiltrate Wesley group when we were in New York and didn’t expect it to be this easy. Leo was surely my lucky charm. “It’s all coming together, Zara, and I’m so happy to see our plans fall into place,” she said