All Chapters of The Untouchable Heiress He Regrets Losing: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Third Person POVTonight came with grandeur that the city of San Francisco hadn’t witnessed before. The grand room with a runway was one of the most expensive event venues, shimmering with magnificence. Crystal chandeliers lit the runway, casting beams of silver on the floor, and the scent of ancient wine filled the air.Different luxury cars lined the entrance of the venue as they dropped off top celebrities, designers, business moguls, foreign investors, and ambassadors from different countries. But what buzzed with the pulse of the cities’ elite was the flowing red carpet, where guests were welcomed to take stunning pictures. Paparazzi called out renowned names while an elegant professional host in a navy blue suit with a microphone interviewed the stars and very important people as they posed for cameras in style.Servers in tailored tuxedos moved through the crowd with trays of champagne held up high while a live band sang soft jazz from a platform nearby.And then everything pa

Zane’s POVThe office felt colder today. Not because of the air conditioner, but from the cold stares I got from everyone on the way to my office. It usually didn’t get to me anytime I was criticized and looked at with contempt, but this time, I felt it. The weight, the whispers, and the disgrace.Everywhere I turned, I was greeted with judging eyes. Who the fuck are they to look at me like that in my father’s company? Besides, everything posted about me could have been fabricated. Why did no one care to hear my side of the fucking story?“Arghhhhhhhh!!” I screamed, my mind racing with many questions about who could have found the dirtiest of my secrets and dared to show it to the whole world.I looked around, heart pounding profusely, wondering if I would find a means of escape this time around. The look on my father’s face was one I had never seen before. I had fallen into trouble a couple of times, and his reactions gave me hope that I would get out of it, but this time around, it

Zara’s POVWe raced through the halls, out to a car waiting for us, and drove off. My heart hammered as we took a turn into the environment I once called home. Memories of living here, taking long walks down the street with Zane while planning how we would raise our children. But now, I was glad I didn’t have children with that beast. At least, they didn’t get to have a father like him.As soon as we pulled up to Zane’s mansion, police cars and reporters were already occupying the driveway. We drove slowly, looking for a suitable place to get out of the car and stay away from the reporters, too.By the time we parked and got off, we saw men in suits going in and out of the house with boxes in their hands. From where we stood, we could hear Elora screaming. “You have no right to come here and yank my properties away!” “Who sent you?!” she shrieked. When she saw us, her eyes went wild. “You,” she hissed. “What the hell are you doing here?” she snapped, her gaze slicing through me. L

Brad’s POVI had only been away for a few weeks, and a lot had happened. A quick absence to monitor the business abroad, yet in that period, the walls I built had cracked open, exposing truths that’d be better untold. My insides burned with fury when I remembered the look on people’s faces when such hideous secrets about Zane were published, and the dirty pictures of that ex-wife of his. My nails dug into the wooden desk as I gripped it with so much strength, staring at the city skyline through the glass.The Wesley name, my fucking name, wasn’t one that should be dragged in the mud, no matter what the fuck anyone had done. I had built this empire with so much grit, sweat, and blood for it to crumble over such measly acts.But this…this looks fishy and intentional. Why just now? Why were many things being exposed at once?This gave a familiar feeling I had been trying to push aside since the arrest. I paced around my office, memories dragging me decades into the past.My elder brothe

Zane’s POVThe click of the prison door locking behind me hit me like a gunshot. The cold floor I was thrown into, the stench of sweat and bad breath sent more pangs to my chest. In total disbelief, I held and stared at the orange prison clothes handed to me. It pressed in on me, squeezing my body like it owned me and we were joined together forever. Anger boiled inside of me as I pulled the shirt off in a frenzy and threw it to the ground. “Arghhhhh!!” I screamed. The prisoners turned to me, their eyes condescending and questioning.“What are you looking at?!” I growled.This wasn’t supposed to happen. I was careful enough to make sure I never left any trail in my dealings with Eduardo. How did a fucking drug lord get so sloppy as to be caught on camera with me?I paced around the disgustingly tiny cell, head buzzing, squeezing my chest until my breathing turned shallow. I calmed myself anyway because I knew my father would come any moment from now and set me free from this godfors