All Chapters of The Lost Heiress's Glorious Return: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

LiamThe projector cast a sharp glow across the conference room as Collins stood at the front, his voice steady but eager, trying his best to sell his proposal. The man was articulate, confident even, but I wasn’t easily impressed.I leaned back in my chair, watching him with the kind of scrutiny that had made me one of the most feared names in the world of Private Equity & Corporate Acquisitions.Bianca, seated beside me, tapped away on her iPad, taking notes, while Allen kept his arms crossed, eyes narrowed, already picking apart the holes in the presentation.Across from me sat Johnson Brooklyn and Jonas Fontaine, the two gentlemen from Hemsworth Ltd, the company vying for my investment. They looked polished, calculated, like men who thought they had everything under control.They didn’t.Collins was deep into his pitch, flashing charts, figures, and projections across the screen, each slide more polished than the last. But polished didn’t mean foolproof.“So, as you can see, Mr. W

Cole“Marcus is in the company.”Philip’s voice came through the speaker as I sat behind my desk, my fingers drumming against the mahogany surface of the hotel table. My eyes narrowed.“And?” I asked, keeping my voice even, though irritation prickled at my skin.That wouldn’t be the first time my fake twin brother would be making an appearance at the company. He had always wanted it, even before Dad died or before I got married to Yasmin.“He’s trying to buy out the board members,” Philip continued. “But surprisingly, most of them are on your side. They believe it’s too soon for you to move on, considering your wife’s recent passing.”My lips twitched in mock amusement. So, that was their logic? Sympathy votes? As if I needed their pity.They had attempted to toss the card in my face just last week when my scandal with the fake Yasmin escort came out. Funny how I hadn’t even thought of what to do with her.“Marcus doesn’t give up easily,” I muttered. “Not after he and his mother revea

ArleneThe broadcast interview with BBC was happening on the morning of my big launch. The moment I stepped into the news studio, I could feel the heat of the cameras, the intensity of the questions that would be thrown at me, and the weight of public scrutiny hanging over my shoulders.When Matilda gave me the invite for an interview yesterday, I knew what this was about. I understood that they had been dying to have me here from the very instant I returned.Now that part of my disappearance had been made public, this invitation was inevitable.Liam sat beside me, holding my hand, his grip firm yet comforting. His presence alone was a steady reminder that I wasn’t alone in this. It gave me warmth.The blonde interviewer leaned forward, eyes sharp with curiosity. “So, Mr. Walker, you had no idea she was actually Arlene Gomez when you two first met?”Liam chuckled, the sound low and warm, his lips tilting into that effortless smile that made women swoon. “Honestly, the thought crossed

ArleneI jabbed the elevator button harder than necessary, my fingers trembling with barely contained fury.I had had enough of Mirela’s games, enough of her interference, her manipulation, her constant scheming against me as if my very existence threatened her carefully curated world.She had gone too far this time, publicly attempting to discredit my relationship with Liam, questioning the legitimacy of my children, and trying to control the board’s decisions regarding my marriage.She needed to be put in her place.The elevator ride to the penthouse was silent except for the faint hum of the machinery, but my mind was anything but quiet. I was already planning my next move.I hadn’t found the evidence I needed to silence her completely, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t ready to destroy her if she pushed me any further.The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, revealing the familiar, excessively luxurious space of Mirela’s penthouse. Expensive chandeliers dangled from the ceiling

ColeThe moment my phone buzzed with a message from Mirela, my heart pounded harder than I cared to admit.Mrs. Gomez: Have you changed your mind about getting your wife back? You should see how she’s doing, Cole. Her babies are growing.My grip tightened on the phone. Babies. The word sent a jolt through me. I muttered it under my breath, barely registering that my car had come to a halt in front of the grand entrance to Arlene’s company.I had almost turned around, almost convinced myself again that Yasmin was dead and that this woman—Arlene—wasn’t her. But then there was the tattoo. Mirela had mentioned it, and no one else knew about it. No one except me and, of course, Marcus. Maybe Sarah too.The nagging feeling that Marcus might be setting me up gnawed at my gut. But why? If I got my wife back, it meant I could reclaim my company without any form of conspiracy.Marcus knew that. He wouldn’t want anything to come in the way of getting that company—not after the hard work they had