All Chapters of The Lost Heiress's Glorious Return: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Arlene“How do you plan on handling the pregnancy after you give birth?” Art’s voice pierced through the quiet, bringing my thoughts to a screeching halt. “What if your stepmother causes trouble and demands a DNA test?”I froze, my heart dropping into my stomach.How come I never thought of that?A part of me wanted to dismiss the idea, but the reality of it hit me like a wave. I had been so focused on keeping my enemies at bay, on surviving the constant threat of Mirela, that I hadn’t even considered the possibility of her pushing things further.I forced a smile, trying to reassure myself. “Mirela won’t cross that line. She knows better than to challenge me on that front.” But even as the words left my mouth, doubt lingered in my chest.I knew Art had called for a reason, though. So, I took a deep breath and redirected the conversation.“Why did you call me, Art? What’s going on?”She was silent for a moment before answering.“Have you been able to find out who leaked the news of my

Cole“I’m sorry, but the news circulating the internet has already done more harm to the Martinez Group than we can ignore. It’s bad enough that the public had no idea who your wife was until after her death.” Mr. Williams, one of the men sitting at the table, spoke up. His voice was sharp, and his anger was palpable.Philip tried to calm them down, saying the situation had already been handled. The news had been pulled down, but that didn’t seem to matter to anyone in the room.The boardroom was erupting in chaos, everyone yelling about how this wasn’t what any of them had bargained for.I sat there, silent, as the stakeholders suggested that I step down to let my brother take over the company. Apparently, my health was too much of a risk for them.The constant headlines about my bar-hopping in Hawaii had stained my reputation far more than they were willing to accept.And now, without a wife by my side, they were sure I was no longer fit to hold the seat. I’d been in this position b

LiamI thought it would be easy. I mean, how hard could it be to dig up some information?But here I was, four days deep in Hawaii, flipping chicken and battling mosquitoes, all for the sake of getting to the truth.And worse? I’d turned into some kind of damn heartthrob chef.“The chicken, Liam! Table five wants the chicken!”I barely glanced up as Madam Chloe’s voice rang through the small, bustling restaurant. The woman was relentless.The first day I walked in here, she smacked me with a wooden spoon, grumbling about how she hadn’t expected someone this good-looking to be so utterly useless in a kitchen.It was a misstep telling her I had mostly never lifted anything before in my life. But I didn’t because I learned quickly. That was one of my many charms.“Get rid of those fine shirts and start working immediately!”Allen and I exchanged a look, but before we could correct her mistake, we were already knee-deep in kitchen duty. Turns out, she had mistaken us for the two guys actu

LiamThe moment I stepped out of the boardroom, the weight of five days away hit me like a freight train. Bianca and Allen trailed behind me, both keeping pace with my long strides, their tablets in hand and ready for the inevitable rundown.I hadn’t set foot in my office from the moment I walked into the company. I went straight to finalizing an important deal with people from Ethiopia.There were a lot of things to catch up on. Spending five days away from work had its own disadvantages. But I wouldn’t have traded the information I got on Arlene for anything.“Give me the highlights,” I ordered, unbuttoning my suit jacket as I moved toward my elevator. Bianca, ever efficient, was already a step ahead.“The acquisition of Holloway Industries went through successfully,” she began, scrolling through her notes. “Their board caved under pressure, and the last of the holdouts signed the agreement yesterday. We now own 72% of their shares, giving Walker Capital full control over their asse

Arlene“Doctor’s appointment by 11.”Matilda’s voice was crisp and professional as she scrolled through the tablet in her hand, listing out my schedule for the day.I gave a distracted nod, but my mind was elsewhere.Or rather, on someone else.I sat there, staring at my phone longer than I cared to admit.There was nothing.Not a single call. Not even a text.And I didn’t know why that bothered me so much.I told myself it didn’t matter. That I didn’t care. That Liam could drop off the face of the earth, and it wouldn’t make a difference to me.Yet my fingers continued to play with the ring on my finger, rolling the cool diamond band absentmindedly as if searching for some kind of answer.Why was I thinking about him?Was it because of the time we had spent together? The countless fights, the moments of forced civility, the strange, infuriating tension that never seemed to fade between us?Or was it because of the kiss?That night, when we had spoken last, Liam had kissed me. Twice.