All Chapters of The Untouchable Heiress He Regrets Losing: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Zara’s POV“Answer me, Zara!” he thundered.I froze on the couch, my chest tightening fast. I looked over to Leo, who had no idea we had been caught as he was flipping pancakes in the kitchen.“You know what? This is not something to discuss over the phone. Come to my office now!” he barked and hung up before I could make a sound.I brought down my phone slowly from my ear, my heart pounding loudly.Was it the end already? Zane hadn’t tasted a bit of what he made me go through. I still needed Leo. I still needed this alliance. My eyes started to get teary as I thought of the emotions of disappointment that would be running through my father’s mind right now.I dragged myself up from the couch, almost missing my steps as I made my way to the kitchen.Leo looked up at me and rushed to help me. “Zara, hey… I told you to rest on the couch. Why are you up and stressing yourself?” he grabbed my waist to help with my balance.I gazed at him faintly, my eyelids half opened. “Leo, we have a pr

Madilyn’s POVThe cold wheels of the stretcher screeched against the floor as they reeled my father out of his office. Zara, with a sweaty and teary face, and Leo held the stretcher while he was being taken away, but I stood there in the hallway, frozen in shock. My entire body trembled in fear.My throat became instantly dry. My hands were shaking violently because I couldn’t stop fidgeting. My face was still hot from the slap I had received, but that was the least of what I felt right now.My mind was a pool of disjointed thoughts, none of which I could possibly grab. This wasn’t the end I had imagined. I was so sure they… I was so damn sure they were faking their relationship. How did this become another story entirely? I didn’t know what to believe anymore.All I knew was that, if those had been false assumptions, I would be totally responsible for what would happen to my father. Aside from that, he collapsed after hearing all that I had schemed against Zara? I gasped in fear. If

Leo’s POVI felt the room spin as the words left my mouth.Zara froze, her eyes flickering sideways as colour drained from her already pale face. I felt the weight of her worry match the twisting in my stomach. My fists itched to punch that goddamn Zane in the face at the thought that he was now a walking free man.No trial, no formal hearing, not even a scandal heard on the news. I had thought it would be my chance to take his seat at the board and slowly begin to take away all that he has in his name. This could have only been done by one person. Brad Wesley. “How did he get out?” Zara asked, her tone shaky.“They said there was a lack of sufficient evidence that he attempted rape. But we both know his father must have pulled some strings. I told you it won’t be that smooth bringing Zane down without taking out our biggest threat and Zane’s backbone, Brad Wesley,” I said, my voice soft but laced with tension.I knew that the day would come when I would have to face Brad Wesley, bu

Third Person POVThe sun sparkled across the San Francisco tarmac, its bright rays no match for the glittering silver Dassault Falcon 10X that touched down with almost no noise. Engines still murmuring, the jet came to a slow halt at a private runway, away from the bickering that accompanied cheap commercial flights.A single set of stairs was rolled out with a mechanical buzz. A polished Chelsea boot hit the top stair first.Brad Wesley emerged afterwards, shining and descending like a god of war, born of fire and thunder. He was tailored in a three-piece charcoal suit with blue undertones, his autumn hair combed back neatly.His expression was one of majestic indifference, the kind that commanded both reverence and fear whenever he passed by. There was no show of guards or entourage, but just him. Yet, the air reeked of authority and tension as though a battalion of soldiers marched behind him.As soon as he descended, a black Bentley waited nearby, sleek and authoritative. Brad’s a

Zara’s POVIt was as though I wasn’t myself anymore. I had told myself I won’t be falling into the trap called romance anymore. But his kiss consumed me and fueled an unknown inner longing.It wasn’t rushed but deep, intense, deliberate, and laced with words we hadn’t said. Everything we’ve been burying under half-truths and stolen glances. I clung to his shirt like I didn’t want this moment to end. As if letting go would discontinue this fragile yearning between us.Before we knew it, we were transported up the stairs into my bedroom. We looked at each other, unsure of whether to continue, but we both knew we couldn’t stop.My fingers latched onto the bed sheets, drawing him closer.His hands slid to the back of my neck, soft and warm, grounding me and sending a little wetness down there. It should have been strange, but in that moment, nothing about him felt unfamiliar anymore. Not the depth of his touch, not the butterflies in my belly, and definitely not the way my heart was poun