All Chapters of The Heiress Returns: Reclaiming My Legacy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 2: Who The Hell Is She?**Lucas’s POV**“Thank you, but I have a call right now. Maybe next time,” I said smoothly, sidestepping the woman in pink who had latched onto me like a barnacle. Her sweet and cloying body mist hit me. I love ladies who smell nice but it irritates me when she is trying too hard.“Oh, but surely you can spare a minute for me?” she cooed, fluttering her lashes and tilting her head like a practiced kitten. “I’ve heard so much about you… your school, work, your family. A genius like you must have some time for… conversation after the call?” Her voice dripped charm, but there was a calculated edge, an unmistakable effort to flirt, to probe.I gritted my teeth, forcing a polite smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Fascinating,” I said, just so I wouldn’t sound rude by ignoring her. I had spent the evening evading people like her, they had all been pretending to be enchanted by my presence, all trying to wedge themselves into my time. This one was a bit persist

Chapter 4 : You've Got To Be Kidding MePRESENT I had taken a taxi all the way to Piper’s lodge. This lodge was my supposed safe haven. My real home, if life hadn’t flipped upside down and branded me as the Black family’s long-lost daughter.By the time the cab pulled away, I realized how tight my chest had been the entire ride. Like I had been underwater for a week and finally surfaced.God, I missed the luxury of comfort and the certainty that nobody was lurking behind gilded doors to watch my every move, like in the Black Mansion.There would be no one trying to put me in my place by being rude, I wouldn't need to be meticulous and ‘cultured’ in everything I do.I raised my fist and pounded on the door harder than I meant to.Piper opened it ajar, and I was startled at the abruptness.“Oh… I thought you may be asleep?” I said as soon as I saw her.She stood barefoot, drowning in oversized sweatpants and a hoodie three sizes too big, her eyes widened so far I thought they might ac

Chapter 6: A Family’s InvasionHannah’s POV“Oh, perfect,” I muttered under my breath. “The whole damn world is here.”Behind me, Piper stirred like a reluctant cat dragged out of sleep. She shoved her curls out of her face, still half-wrapped in her ridiculous blanket cocoon, and leaned over my shoulder. Her bleary gaze swept over the crowd in the hallway like she was scanning a police line-up in an episode of ‘Law & Order’.“Uh… hello?” she chirped.The sound was so awkward, so painfully offbeat, that under any other circumstance I would’ve doubled over laughing.Ray, naturally, didn’t find it endearing. “Keep your hello,” he snapped at Piper, the words dripping venom.Piper froze, wide-eyed, then raised both hands in mock surrender. “Okay… sheesh. Good morning to you too, sunshine.”That was so Piper.Before Ray could bark back, my mother let out a gasp so dramatic I nearly rolled my eyes to the back of my head. “Oh, thank God, you’re a woman,” she blurted, her relief so exaggerate

Chapter 8: Dinner With the Bristos *Hannah’s POV* The car ride back home was so quiet it felt suffocating. It was like a family reunion in a Toyota Alphard Executive Lounge, 7 seater with reclining leather seats and tinted windows, like it was designed specifically for the Black family of 6. On the second seat row sat my father, posture perfect, gaze glued out the window as though New York’s skyline held all the answers he needed. My mother sat beside him, her hands folded neatly in her lap, pearls gleaming at her throat. While Ray was with I and Lily on the third seat row, and he was slouched like he was already bored of life itself. Lily, in the middle smiling faintly at her reflection in her phone screen, checking her lip gloss for the fifth time. I hated every second of it. The only saving grace was Piper’s name lighting up my phone. I gripped it like a lifeline, thumbing out a message while keeping my expression carefully blank so Ray wouldn’t lecture me for being “impolite.

Chapter 10 : Gavin Black *Hannah’s POV* The first morning back at Columbia after break felt like stepping into a different universe. It was loud, crowded, buzzing with people who had apparently forgotten how to walk without bumping into each other. I let out a quiet breath of relief anyway. At least classes had resumed. Which meant I wouldn’t have to spend endless hours rotting inside the Black mansion, waiting for Lily’s fake smiles or Ray’s cutting remarks to find me. “God, I already hate it,” Piper muttered beside me, clutching her coffee. She shuffled along with her usual lazy stride, curls bouncing around her face, drowning in an oversized hoodie that made her look like she had been dragged here straight from bed. Which, knowing her, she probably had. “It feels like high school on steroids,” she continued, wrinkling her nose. “Only with more tweed jackets, trust fund babies, and overpriced sneakers.” I snorted. “Welcome to Columbia University. Where egos return fro