Semua Bab The Lost Heiress's Glorious Return: Bab 71 - Bab 80

ArleneThe moment Liam’s lips pressed against mine, my breath caught in my throat. It wasn’t the kiss itself that startled me. I had expected something like this from him at some point.It was the way he did it. Effortless. Smooth. Like he had kissed me a thousand times before and knew exactly how to steal the air from my lungs.For a second, my hands stiffened against his chest, my brain scrambling to process what was happening. Then I remembered his words— Someone is watching.I forced myself to relax, tilting my head slightly as if melting into the kiss, even though my heart was hammering wildly in my chest.My fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, the warmth of his body seeping through the thin material.I didn’t know what was more overwhelming, the kiss itself or the way he held me, as if we weren’t two people faking something but two lovers lost in each other.After a few moments, he pulled back just enough for our noses to brush. His eyes, dark and unreadable, locked ont

ArleneThe shrill ring of my phone shattered the moment, breaking the spell that had wrapped around us like a warm embrace.My body stiffened as reality crashed in, but I was still lost in the sensation of Liam’s lips, firm, demanding, intoxicating.I pulled away, my breath uneven, my heart slamming against my ribs. Heat rushed to my face as I stared at him, the taste of him lingering on my lips.I could still feel the way he had held me, the way his fingers had threaded into my hair, the way his body had pressed against mine.It wasn’t just a kiss.It was him claiming me. And by hell, I enjoyed it. I can’t be seen admitting this, but Liam was doing things to me that were completely disproportionate.And the worst part? I had let him. No, I had wanted it.I had melted into him, kissed him back like I had forgotten every reason I should hate him. The way he kissed me… it didn’t feel like he was playing along.It felt like he wanted me, like he needed to lose himself in me as much as I

ArleneLiam turned to face me, his lips curving into that insufferable, smug grin I had long wanted to wipe off his face the moment my hands made their way across his cheeks.“That’s one of the reasons we should be loving up and not fighting...” he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice laced with forced patience.He was pretending to be composed, but I could tell he was already teetering on the edge. “No one’s ever slapped me before, Arlene.”I scoffed. “There’s always a first time for everything, Liam Walker.”I narrowed my eyes, pulling out my phone with a swift movement. My fingers flew across the screen before I turned it toward him, showing him the damning picture.“No...” I said, my voice clipped. “In a situation like this, where you’re about to trend for all the wrong reasons, slapping you will only make us look like the couple we’re supposed to be.”Liam’s smirk faltered slightly as he gently took the phone from my hand, his brows furrowing as he studied the image.“What i

Liam“Boss…” Allen’s voice cut through the silence as he pulled over beside me.I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair as I turned to him. The car’s headlights illuminated the dimly lit road, casting long shadows across the pavement.I hadn’t entirely disappeared after leaving Arlene. No, I had been there, lingering in the background, watching as the car drove away with her inside.It wasn’t until she was safely out of sight that I let myself go, running, pushing my body to its limits, desperate to clear my head.But it hadn’t worked.Arlene had struck a chord in me. Again.She had done it years ago, without even realizing it. And now, after just a week of being back in my life, she was doing it all over again.I wanted to believe that whatever this was between us, this tangled mess of emotions, had nothing to do with my feelings. That it was simply a matter of circumstance, of convenience.But that was a lie.I had known it from the moment I saw her again.And yet, I still

Mirela“I’m having triplets.”Arlene’s voice rang out, clear and confident.I stopped mid-step, my fingers tightening around the railing as I turned back. Daisy, who had been smug earlier, suddenly faltered. For a brief moment, I saw a flicker of happiness on her face, but when she caught my gaze, she cleared her throat, muttered a barely audible “Congratulations,” and quickly grabbed her bag, leaving the room.Meanwhile, Eric was over the moon. His face lit up with joy, his broad smile stretching from ear to ear. “Triplets?” I echoed, forcing my voice to remain steady.Arlene turned to me, that brilliant, self-assured smile of hers shifting into something mocking. “What’s wrong, Stepmother? You don’t like the sound of that?”I scoffed lightly but masked it with a well-practiced smile. “Becoming a grandmother to three children is what anyone would want to hear.” I tilted my head slightly, studying her. “Congratulations, by the way. But if you’ll excuse me, I have to take this, urgent