All Chapters of The Lost Heiress's Glorious Return: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

LIAMI wasn’t expecting Arlene to talk about something of this magnitude at this point in time, but I understood why she did it.Listening to her narrate her experience while living with Cole Martinez filled me with contempt for the man.I knew he wasn’t to be trusted, that was simply my business instincts kicking in, but the fact that he had been married to the woman I loved and treated her like scum filled me with rage.I tried to contain this emotion as she spoke. This wasn’t the time to escalate things by showing negative emotions. I knew that what Arlene needed was support and a shoulder to lean on.She already had Olivia and Matilda readily giving her the support she needed—I couldn’t afford to be the odd one out, especially as it had taken so long for the tide to turn and for things to go the way they currently were.Another thing I didn’t do was let on that I knew about her marriage to Cole. I had done some investigation in the past and had a few details at my fingertips, but

COLEThere was also the possibility that he would tell me to buy it, and it would end up being a bad purchase. But then, that was dicey. In our world, social currency was key.If word got out that he had given the wrong advice, he might still be respected in social circles, but it would dent his image a little. All I had to do was watch and decide what to do based on his next actions.“I take compliments and criticisms from people I consider consequential enough to accept those sorts of things from. You’re not one of those people, and I would prefer it if you stopped stalking my wife.” His voice cut through my thoughts, and I backed out of the room to meet his cold gaze.“Your wife?” I scoffed. “I didn’t know you two were already married.”He started to say something but decided against it. He turned and walked toward another section of the room. “You know what I mean, Martinez,” he said finally, then stopped walking. “If your assistant has seen the property and you trust their judgme

ARLENE“You like Liam, don’t you?” Olivia asked as we made our way out of the office.She had stopped by to convince me to take a break. I protested, insisting I still had a lot to get done, but after a series of pleas and some very salient points on why I needed to rest, I gave in.I took a few minutes to jot down some notes for the next day. I thought making her wait while I organized my table and scribbled reminders would make her impatient and reschedule dinner—but she didn’t budge.That was my cue that this dinner was happening regardless of anything I did to stall it, so I gave in.I also needed to stop by the house to grab a document I had to review before the next meeting, so I didn’t mind leaving early.The plan was to grab dinner with Olivia, stop by the house, retrieve what I needed, and be out of there as quickly as I had walked in.To be fair, that had been my routine ever since Cole decided my family’s house was more “conducive” than a hotel room—even after I made it cle

COLEShe was clearly annoyed, but beyond that look, there was something else in her expression—the realization that I had caught onto her façade.She stuttered for a split second, and that’s when I knew I was right. I couldn’t help the smile that stayed on my face.I hadn’t entered her room intentionally. That was an honest mistake. I’d spent the day getting brunch at a high-end restaurant, then started visiting the bars in the city after my meeting with Liam Walker.But I hadn’t drunk enough to make me hallucinate. Most of the time I was in there, I was thinking about what Liam had said and the implications if anyone else believed I had killed Yasmin.I tried to distract myself by observing the people who came in and out—if I was going to turn the new property into a bar or casino, I needed to be sure it was the right move. There was a lot to consider, and I was weighing my options.I had also been thinking about Arlene. The resemblance she bore to Yasmin was far too uncanny for her

COLE“Mirela, this better be really important. I was in a very—” I overheard Mr. Gomez say as he and his wife walked down the hallway toward where I stood.“I promise you, my darling, I would never pull you out of your meeting over something trivial. This is equally important—if not more significant—than the meeting you just left,” came the reply, and I shifted my weight from one foot to the other.“What could possibly be more important than my meeting? Why couldn’t you tell me while I was in there? Do I really have to step out of my office to hear it? It better be a life-or-death situation,” he responded, and I ran my hands through my hair as the voices drew closer.Standing there, listening to them go back and forth as they approached, I began to doubt my stance on the issue a little. What if I was wrong, and it was a different tattoo?I shook my head slowly. It wasn’t different. I had seen it too many times to mistake it—it was the same one.And if it wasn’t, all she had to do was