บททั้งหมดของ The Lost Heiress's Glorious Return: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Yasmin“It had been five years since she went missing. Now the Gomez family would have to give everything to the second daughter.”The voices carried over the soft hum of chatter as I stood frozen near the grand hall’s entrance, clutching my gift box with trembling fingers. I hadn’t been eavesdropping—at least not intentionally, but the story the two women shared had intrigued me.I couldn’t seem to pull myself away from the two ladies, dressed up for Loretta’s birthday, catching up on the news while staring intently at their phones.“Can you imagine? The handing over happens tomorrow. Mr. Gomez is finally letting it go, knowing full well they just might never see her again,” one of them said. “Unless, of course, the missing first daughter miraculously returns. Now that would be a spectacle!”A lump formed in my throat. Something about their words felt eerily familiar. My instincts screamed at me to turn away, to forget their gossip and walk into the hall, but my legs felt rooted to t

YasminThe bitter taste of bile lingered in my mouth as I clung to the porcelain rim, emptying every ounce of my stomach’s contents.My body heaved violently, but the sickness wasn’t just physical. It wasn’t just the smell of the food or a hormonal reaction—it was the humiliation, the betrayal, the mockery I had endured that night.How had my carefully selected gift been swapped for a counterfeit? I had planned everything meticulously, yet Sarah had somehow managed to present the exact same gift. Coincidence? No. That was deliberate.I straightened slowly, gripping the sink for balance, my reflection staring back at me with hollow eyes. For as long as I could remember, I had felt powerless. Deep down, I had always known I had some courage within me, but the fear of having nowhere else to turn had kept me trapped.But I knew I was done with keeping up. I couldn’t do it anymore.I smoothed my dress, ran trembling fingers through my hair, and walked out of the bathroom.I resolved to apo

ArleneI stepped off the plane, the bright lights of Las Vegas flooding my vision. The city buzzed with energy, its promises of new beginnings swirling in the air. But I felt none of it. All I carried was a heavy heart—the ache of leaving behind everything I had once held dear.The man I had loved. The life I had known. And the small but growing life within me.As I walked through the terminal, my heels clicked against the polished floor, and my heart pounded in anticipation of the life I had left behind. I clutched my bag tightly, the only anchor in a sea of emotions threatening to drown me.“Arlene!”I turned at the sound of my name—my real name, not the ghost of an identity I had shed. It felt surreal yet familiar, and a faint smile tugged at my lips at the thought of reclaiming it.My best friend, Olivia, rushed toward me, her eyes wide with shock and excitement. Trailing behind her was my secretary, Matilda, the ever-composed and professional mother figure I had relied on in the

ArleneI woke up to the pungent aroma of freshly baked bread. The smell lingered in the air, teasing my senses.I opened my eyes gently, turning toward the scent. Beside my bed sat a tray with a basket of warm bread and a small dish of butter. Yet, no matter how inviting the breakfast was, it did little to ease the heaviness in my chest.Last night was the first time I slept alone without Cole’s large body beside me. Despite everything - his coldness and indifference - Cole had always come home. He always shared the bed, his presence as constant as the moon in the sky.I always had his warm arms wrapped around me while he pushed his hard rod inside my wet opening. No matter how sleepy I was, my pussy throbbed at just a touch from his finger.I tried to push the thought away. He never asked nor forced himself on me, but he was always gentle, making me believe sometimes that I might actually mean something to him.Meanwhile, I fooled myself into believing it meant something, that it was

MerilaThe sight of Arlene standing there, alive and defiant, sent a chill down my spine. I had done everything to ensure she was gone. Everything. Yet here she was, looking at me with those eyes that knew too much, smiling like a predator who had cornered her prey.It reminded me of my loss when her mother, years before she was born, came to warn me to stay away from her husband. My husband now!But it wasn’t her return that frightened me most—it was Eric’s words. He had instructed that the wedding be canceled. My carefully crafted plans were unraveling faster than I could hold them together.“What about Lucas? You can’t make such a declaration without his consent,” I said, desperation thick in my voice. My glare fell on Arlene, but she remained unmoved, her expression taunting.Lucas was the only hope now. If he refused this humiliation, the wedding would go on, and I would retain control of everything.If only Daisy had agreed to my terms and married two months earlier—the very mon