All Chapters of The Lost Heiress's Glorious Return: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Arlene"Arlene!"I didn’t bother to turn; I knew exactly whose voice that was.We used to be close, and I would have sworn loyalty to her years ago—before her mother attempted to take my life."Arl—""If there’s anything you want to say, Daisy, go ahead and stop making a nuisance of yourself," I replied, brushing away the small strands of makeup meticulously applied to my face.She stopped right behind me, glaring daggers at me through the reflection in the mirror. I scoffed at how unkempt my little sister looked. She mirrored her mother all too well.If this had been a different situation, I might have teased her about how beautiful she had grown to be. She had her mother’s brown, deceptive eyes, and her flawless figure could easily pass for that of a model or actress. Well, she was one now, judging by how pathetically pretentious she acted."You could have returned any other day…" she hissed, her eyes digging into my soul as she clenched her fingers into tight fists. "But you chose

Arlene“Morning, Miss Gomez!”“Good to have you back!”“God, you look so beautiful, ma’am.”“We’re glad you’re back!”Their voices echoed like a harmonious chorus as I strode through the hall, each word resonating with respect and awe. The staff, lined up on both sides of the entrance, bowed their heads slightly, their eyes filled with a mixture of relief and admiration.It had been far too long since I walked these halls, and their genuine welcome stirred something within me—a sharp reminder of what was mine.I could sense that many of these staff members were allies of Mirela. I’d waste no time weeding them out.“Get anyone hired by Mirela fired today,” I whispered to Matilda.“Yes, ma’am,” she replied briskly, falling into step behind me.Matilda’s heels clicked against the marble floor in perfect sync with mine. Her voice was crisp and efficient as she rattled off updates about the company. “The skincare line’s new launch was delayed by a week due to supplier issues, but the sales

Cole“Why? Aren’t you prepared for me, Yas? You looked like you had seen a ghost.”I ran my hand across my temple, rubbing aggressively as if that would silence the chaos in my head. Carlos’ voice droned on in the background as he presented the new project to the team - but I wasn’t listening. I couldn’t.“Open your legs for me, Yasmin… Isn’t that what you wanted when you said yes without hesitation? Money wasn’t enough for you, was it? You’re too selfish. You always needed more.”The vile words I had thrown at her replayed in my mind, sharp and unrelenting, like shards of glass cutting through my thoughts. I had said them. I had done those things.At the time, it hadn’t fazed me. I hadn’t even felt regret. But now, the weight of it all hit me like a tidal wave, leaving me suffocated by my own guilt.I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block it out, trying to stop the memories from overwhelming me.“We think a collaboration would be better,” Carlos said, his voice piercing through the

Liam"She's rejecting the partnerships her stepmother arranged," Alex said, walking beside me as I exited yet another tedious dinner.Sheila Hayes had orchestrated the evening as a thinly veiled date—a move I already regretted. I hadn’t agreed to impress her or give her any false ideas. My goal was simple: to extract crucial details about her company. She’d done a commendable job keeping it afloat after her father’s death, and that was the only reason I’d tolerated this ordeal.But meeting Sheila Hayes turned out to be a waste of time. From the moment we exchanged handshakes and sat down to discuss business, she had veered off the professional boundaries I had firmly established.It was obvious what she wanted—the same thing every polished, wealthy woman seemed to crave—a shallow rumor linking her to Las Vegas' most eligible billionaire."I knew her return wasn't just coincidental," I said, striding toward the Porsche. My assistant hurried to open the door, ensuring it was ready befor

ArleneI barely had time to zip up my dress when Olivia walked into my room, her usual cheerful energy radiating like the sun.Behind her was Matilda, carefully balancing a dish covered in foil. My stomach twisted at the sight of them—not from excitement, but from something far less pleasant."Good morning, Miss Gomez," Matilda greeted, her lips stretched into a faint smile as she entered.Olivia, ever bubbly, must have been here early to measure me for my dress for the welcome party. No doubt Matilda had called her."Good morning, Arlene!" Olivia chirped. "Matilda brought grilled fish for you. We know how busy you've been, so we thought—"Before she could finish, the pungent smell of the fish hit me. My throat constricted, bile rising instantly. I clamped a hand over my mouth and bolted to the bathroom. The sound of their footsteps echoed behind me as I leaned over the sink, my stomach heaving violently."Arlene, are you okay?" Olivia’s worried voice came from the doorway."Miss Gome