Semua Bab The Lost Heiress's Glorious Return: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Liam“We’re here,” Alex announced as he stepped out of the car, opening the door for me.I hadn’t asked him to play chauffeur or take on these menial duties, but it seemed he thought this was the best way to apologize for vomiting on me last night.Ever since he remembered his actions, he had been overcompensating with tasks he believed I’d appreciate. It only made me angrier.Stepping out of the car, I adjusted my jacket and surveyed the grand Gomez estate before me.It was just another stage for Arlene and me to put on the show we’d agreed to - a performance in the elaborate charade of our engagement.My eyes found her immediately. She stood waiting on the porch, her wide smile as fake as it was dazzling.I couldn’t deny it, though. She looked stunning. The blue dress she wore clung to her figure in a way that demanded attention, perfectly complementing her oceanic eyes. It wasn’t fair how effortlessly she could steal the spotlight.As I approached, her smile wavered. “Are you going

ArleneI stared at the unbelievably arrogant son of a bitch, his lips twitching into an annoyingly smug smirk as he held the jackets by their collars with just his index finger.“Care to explain what you expected me to do with these cheap jackets?” His voice was calm, yet each word hit hard, an indication of how extremely mocking the jackets were to his status.He thrust the garment into my hands, his gaze colder, yet extremely calm than I’d ever seen. My fingers trembled slightly as I gripped the fabric, my face flushing with equal parts of disdain and fury.He wasn’t done. “I expected better from you, Arlene. Judging by how you bragged about getting a hundred of these and how you so proudly shoved that note into my hand.”“They’re just jackets,” I snapped, refusing to let him have the upper hand. “If they don’t meet your royal standards, maybe you should be more specific next time.”Liam let out a low, humorless chuckle. “Just jackets?” His eyes bore into mine, daring me to look awa

Liam“What the heck is this?”I narrowed my eyes at the picture of Cole, smiling for the camera with a sleek, glamorous woman. But that wasn’t what sent a shiver down my spine - it was the frame in the background.I zoomed in on the picture, trying to get a clearer view of the portrait. The image wasn’t perfectly sharp, but it was enough for me to recognize the woman standing behind Cole, along with several other faces in the frame.Arlene.“What’s this?” I muttered, my grip tightening on the device.I couldn’t remove my eyes away, repeatedly zooming in to confirm what I was seeing. The woman in the frame had the same unmistakable features as Arlene— those piercing blue eyes, her delicate yet striking figure.But something was off.She was smiling in the photo, but it wasn’t genuine. Her expression lacked the fiery defiance and courage Arlene always had. Instead, she looked subdued, almost frightened.I couldn’t believe it. Desperation clawed at me as I combed through Cole’s other pic

ArleneThe moment I walked into the space where Ivana was being taken care of, my heart warmed at her youthfulness. She must be around eighteen or so.Ivana’s hazel eyes sparkled as she greeted me with a bright smile. Radiant, her blonde hair was styled effortlessly, and her poise made it easy to see why she was quickly rising to fame.I turned to Matilda, who stood by my side with her clipboard, already anticipating my thoughts.“She’s beautiful,” I commented sincerely. With her features and face, she could lead any role effortlessly.Matilda nodded. “Not just that - her career is on the rise. She’s the perfect choice for this deal.”Ivana beamed at the compliment, her enthusiasm bubbling over as we discussed the ambassadorial deal. She couldn’t stop thanking me, her voice trembling with excitement.“This is such an honor,” she gushed, her hands clasped together. “It’s my first major deal, and I promise I’ll do my best. Thank you so much, Miss Gomez.”I gave her a calm smile, appreci

Mirela“Oh yeah… yes, Louis, lick me up…” My voice trembled with pleasure as his tongue worked its magic.I tilted my head back, eyes fluttering shut, while Louis’ mouth claimed every inch of my wet entrance. He kissed and licked like his very survival depended on it.He parted my legs further, burying his face deeper as my hand instinctively molded my breasts, the other tangling in his thick, black hair.His fervor was intoxicating, and I couldn’t help but think - if only he had the wealth to match his skills, I would’ve chosen him in a heartbeat.But no, I was stuck with Eric, who had neither passion nor prowess, though he certainly had the wealth.Louis’ tongue grazed my clit, and a wave of pleasure shot through me, causing my lips to part in a soft moan.“God, Mirela, you’re so sweet. You’re fucking divine,” he murmured against me, his voice hoarse with desire.“Yeah…” I gasped, reaching for his head and pulling him up. I crushed my lips against his, desperate to taste the sweetne