บททั้งหมดของ The Heiress Returns: Reclaiming My Legacy: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Chapter 111**Lucas’ POV**Hannah sat just inches away, looking absolutely breathtaking, effortlessly radiant in that soft, champagne-colored gown. The fabric caught the light like it had been woven from moonlight itself. Her hair fell over her shoulders in gentle curls, framing her face in a way that made it almost painful to look at her for too long.When I’d arrived earlier, her smile had been pure sunlight… open, unguarded, filled with that warmth that once made me forget every sharp edge in my life. But now… that smile was gone.All because I couldn’t return it.I really couldn’t. God, I was fucking hurt.I wanted to believe Damon’s trust in her that she is innocent, but Damon couldn’t prove it and I am not about to be stupid. I really wanted to believe Hannah wasn’t capable of the betrayal written in that document, but I couldn’t shake the image of those papers that she didn’t allow herself to become a pawn for the family business.She looked at me now, hesitant, her hands rest

Chapter 113: The Verdict of the Blacks**Hannah’s POV**My heart was still pounding so hard that I could hear it in my ears.What was that move, Lucas? What was that stunt you just pulled?One minute I thought he hated me, the next he was publicly calling me his fiancée in front of both families. My head was spinning, my palms were clammy, and I could barely breathe.I had sensed something was off the moment he entered the room — that distant, heavy look in his eyes — but now I couldn’t tell what was real anymore. Was he doing this to prove a point? Was he serious? Did he really mean every word?I wanted to ask. I wanted to pull him aside and demand an explanation. But before I could even gather my thoughts, Eleanor’s loud voice broke through the silence.“Congratulations, Hannah and Lucas!” she said, clapping her hands together with an excited grin.The sound startled everyone back to life.One by one, people joined in — polite smiles, murmured congratulations, half-hearted applause.

Chapter 115**Lily’s POV**That was a slap to my face.What does this mean? That I’ve lost completely? No… no, no, no. This can’t be happening.The words echoed in my skull, pounding like war drums. You’ll no longer stay in the estate. We’ll still take care of you, but you’re no longer family.Family.That single word, the very thing I had spent all my life protecting, fighting for, bleeding for was stripped from me in a matter of minutes.Ray almost made my chances to beg impossible, I shut him up immediately.I could barely breathe. My legs trembled under the weight of it all. My lips quivered as I tried to find my voice. “Grandfather, please,” I whispered, but my voice came out too soft, too desperate.Mother turned her face away. Father rubbed his temples like my crying was giving him a headache. Even Gavin sat motionless, his jaw clenched, eyes cold. And Hannah that perfect, angel-faced thief of everything that was ever mine sat there pretending to be humble, pretending not to en

Chapter 117Lucas’ POV“Lucas… I…” Hannah’s voice faltered, her eyes scanning the shadowed garden, as if the words she needed hid among the tangled vines. “I hate to admit that I like you…” She paused, her breath unsteady, then pressed on, softer, deliberate. “I hate to admit that I’m in love with you. Your infuriating, arrogant character… from our first meeting, I swore I’d never fall for you.”She stepped closer, her voice dropped to a whisper, as if the night itself shouldn’t hear. “And… I think I want to make love to you till death do us part.”My mind stopped, every thought consumed by her words. Make love to her till death do us part. The confession set my blood on fire, burning away doubt. Did this mean she loved me? Wanted me? Not for business, not for gain, but for us?She leaned in, her lips brushing mine…a fleeting, electric touch that lingered before she pulled back. It was an invitation, bold and daring, her eyes locked on mine, shimmering with vulnerability and desire.“

Chapter 119**Lily's POV**They had exiled me to the countryside with an allowance and a roof. In other words: they had politely removed me from their sight and stuffed me into a gilded cage. Grandfather called it “protecting the family”; I called it exile dressed as pity.Pity left a bad taste in my mouth. I was not cut out for gentle things. I was not built to be quiet and grateful. I was built to take.My fingers hovered over my phone, restless. There were a hundred ways to claw a place back…slander and fury were cheap and loud, but blunt. I preferred the slow needle: misdirection, leverage, a social sting whose poison burned for weeks. The plan had to be surgical.I replayed the dinner again in my head. Grandfather had delivered his verdict with the arrogance of a man who thinks he can crush anything that threatens his rose garden. Ray shipped off to Europe for “reflection” and “discipline,” and I… Lily Black, raised on the idea that pedigree and performance secured futures—was su