Semua Bab The Lost Heiress's Glorious Return: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Arlene“You seemed to know who that was.”I finally broke the silence, my curiosity bubbling over as I leaned back in the leather seat of the car.The stranger’s face remained vivid in my mind - a sculpted jawline, piercing eyes, and an aura so commanding that it had rattled me in ways I hadn’t expected.Matilda’s hands rested on the steering wheel, but her gaze flickered toward me in amusement. “Liam Walker,” she said simply, her lips curling into a slight smile, as if the name alone carried the weight of explanation.“Walker?” I repeated, the name triggering a distant memory. “You mean the Walkers?”“Yes.” She nodded. “The older brother of Lucas Walker.” Her tone shifted, becoming more sardonic. “The arrogant billionaire who’s been labeled as both brilliant and insufferable. I mean, Lucas might be unbearable in his own right, but Liam? He’s in a league of his own.”This was strange. Matilda seemed to say this with so much respect and admiration - a tone she usually reserved for me a

Mirela"She did what?" I snorted, my gaze burning into Fiona as the words left her lips."Yes, ma'am," she repeated, bowing slightly as though afraid of my reaction. "She had Young Miss Gomez transferred to her company and also rejected the designs of the necklace for next year's audition."My fingers clenched the paper in my hands—the proposed designs from Luis Kodra, the renowned jewelry designer from Albania, who had been my collaborator for the past three years. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his sharp eyes darting between Fiona and me, unable to grasp the full extent of what we were discussing.I turned towards him, a reassuring smile cutting through my already stressed face, and he smiled too, returning to the duties I had assigned him three years ago.I’d poured three years of meticulous planning and effort into this collaboration, and now that insolent brat had dismissed him overnight, appointing someone else she deemed "more qualified." All her pulling down and rebrand

ArleneThe moment Mirela left my office, I dashed into the bathroom, barely making it to the sink before I lost everything I had been holding in.My stomach churned violently as I emptied its contents, the overpowering stench of grilled mackerel and garlic sauce still clinging to my senses.My hands trembled as I gripped the edge of the sink, breathing heavily. I couldn’t shake the thought - Mirela must have suspected something.There was no other explanation for her choice of food. She had always been cunning, always a step ahead in her relentless games.Fuck that old witch!The door burst open behind me, and Matilda hurried in, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. “Miss Gomez!” she exclaimed, rushing to my side. Her hand gently patted my back. “Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?”I shook my head, forcing myself to stand upright. My legs felt shaky, but I managed to steady myself. “No,” I said firmly. “I’m fine.”“You don’t look fine,” Matilda said, concern etche

LiamI leaned back in my chair, a smirk playing on my lips as Allen delivered the latest update. “So Lucas asked her out on a date?”“Yes, sir,” Allen replied, his voice carefully neutral. “It seems he’s trying to win her over before you can.”I scoffed, shaking my head at my younger brother’s predictability. Lucas always did have a knack for acting first and thinking later. This was no different, another desperate attempt to one-up me.“Let him,” I said, picking up my phone and scrolling through the headlines. There it was. Arlene’s latest public spectacle. She had stirred up quite the fuss, her name once again gracing the society pages.The buzz was that she had agreed to go on a date with her ex-betrothed, her sister’s present betrothed.Of course, she had. Not because of Lucas, but because of Mirela. It was obvious she wanted to spite someone.I leaned back, my mind replaying flashes of the Arlene I once knew. She had been so different back then—kind-hearted, painfully naive, the

Arlene Breathe, Arlene, breathe. I repeated the words silently, trying to calm myself as I stared at Liam. Funny how I hadn't forgotten his name after Matilda mentioned him during our car ride earlier. The crowd blurred into a sea of curious faces as I stood frozen, stunned by Liam's sudden declaration. My father's sharp voice sliced through the tension in the room. "Explain this, Arlene. Why have I never seen you two together? How did this happen?" His tone was more perplexed than angry, as though he were trying to solve a puzzle with missing pieces. "You’ve said nothing about a baby or a boyfriend since you returned." The room felt suffocating, every pair of eyes fixed on me, waiting for answers. Liam, however, remained infuriatingly calm. One hand casually rested in his pocket, the other holding mine as though we were merely discussing the weather. How could he appear so composed? I had no choice but to improvise or risk losing control of the situation. Yet, I couldn’t underst