All Chapters of The Untouchable Heiress He Regrets Losing: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Leo’s POV“You disgust me.” Those were the only words that came to my mind to express how disappointed I was that she could easily betray my trust in her. As the office door slammed behind me, the echo resounded in my chest like a cruel sound of everything I didn’t want to feel.Or had I overreacted? A part of me felt I was projecting all the betrayal I had experienced in the past from people I trusted onto Zara. But whatever it was, she deserved every word I said. I wondered if I was cursed or just a damn fool for always expecting the best from people. I tried to be all cool and collected while we spoke, but deep inside was chaos, hurt, and disbelief. I thought we were starting to get somewhere and that she understood me at least to an extent. In that moment, I was grateful that I hadn’t revealed all of myself to her because anyone I had let close made me regret it. I didn’t even let her close enough, and she did this.But I didn’t know who I was mad at the most. At Zara for disappo

Zara’s POVWhen work ended for the day, I kept going back and forth around Leo’s office, wondering when he would come back. I did that until I gained the courage to ask his secretary stylishly.He told me he had gone home. Gone home? He didn’t usually go without me? Was it because of the heated argument we had earlier in the day? “You disgust me.” His words hovered in my head, and they hurt me, but I knew it didn't mean them. His feelings were as valid as his words. And when he came to know the truth, he would realise I wasn’t the enemy.The ride home was very uneasy. Flashes of his look and anger kept coming through my mind. I couldn’t tell Mia what happened when she asked what's up. I wasn’t ready yet.I got home expecting to see his car parked, but there was nothing. That was strange. I thought he had come home from work alone. It was understandable that he left me to come by myself.I made my way into the house and opened the door eagerly to see if there was any sign of him getti

Zara’s POVMy heart raced as I looked everywhere in the house. It was an undeniable truth that someone was in our home, but everything else seemed to be in place, except the blender that had shattered on the floor. Leo moved past me gently, his eyes scanning every corner of the kitchen. “Go upstairs. I’ll go to the basement,” he instructed, his voice low like he didn’t want anyone else to hear in case there was still an intruder in the house.I nodded and tiptoed gently up the stairs in the slowest way possible. My feet pressed silently on the cold stairs as I moved. I went into my room. Nothing was ransacked, nothing was stolen, but something still didn’t feel right. When I returned, Leo was bent over the shattered blender like a detective trying to piece together evidence on a crime scene. “The blender was there,” he said, pointing to his right. “So how did it get here?” he asked, pointing to his left. He stood up and walked around, probably trying to find out where the culprit s

Zara’s POVA man in a suit with slicked-back brown hair, who looked like he was in his 40s, came in. I squinted my eyes to take in his features very well, but I hadn’t seen him before. He walked in slowly, head bowed like a criminal being arraigned for judgment.“This is the accomplice who single-handedly worked with Zara to steal company funds.” She pointed to him, “Mr Dalton.” Madilyn continued, her voice filled with confidence in her lies.I ran my hand across my face and placed my right hand on my waist, unwilling to believe the depth of deception these people were willing to dig.“I have never even met this man before,” I said, raising my hand towards and dropping it afterwards. “She’s right,” he affirmed.“We have never met before. And that's because we communicated virtually.”My jaw dropped.“We planned everything discreetly when she reached out to me for help. She said she couldn’t go back to her father because she disappointed him by leaving the company,” he said slowly. “S

Madilyn’s POVBy the time I reached the gate, the red light on the security camera had blinked off. I had parked down the road nearby, so one would see my car. My heart pounded in my chest, but I didn’t hesitate. “I only needed to dash in and dash out,” I told myself.I hurried inside and slipped through the kitchen door at the back. I had picked up one or two from my adventure holidays, so picking a lock was the least of my worries.I got in and sneered my lips at the arrangement of the house. Nothing was cute about it. Just normal and boring.I walked to the living room, checked everywhere, and lifted every pillow, but I couldn’t find anything.Then, something caught my eye. Another door beside the living room was slightly open. I opened it more widely and went in. It didn’t take me long to know that it was a male’s room. Her fiancé? But it had “laundry room” clearly written on the door. I rushed upstairs to confirm what I was suspecting. I entered the only room that was upstairs a