All Chapters of The Heiress Returns: Reclaiming My Legacy: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Chapter 12O **Lucas’ POV** “Alright, Damon, remember the plan,” I said, straightening my tie for the fifth time that evening. My reflection in the window of the car wasn’t helping either — I looked nervous. And I wasn’t supposed to be nervous. I was Lucas Bristo, for God’s sake. I am supposed to be calm, composed and charming. But right now? I was a lovesick idiot about to take Hannah Black on an actual dinner date. I’ve never done something like this and especially not with Hannah, it is something we have both been looking forward to throughout the week, and now the day is finally here and I am fucking nervous. Damon raised a brow, hands steady on the wheel. “You’ve told me the plan three times already.” I ignored him, I needed to remind him again. Talking somehow reduces the tension and anxiety I feel. “You’ll take the car and drop off Eleanor after I meet up with Hannah. Do not let Eleanor make you branch a convenience store or a boutique.” “Yeah, I needed that reminder, Elea

Chapter 122 Hannah’s POV “Are you silly?” Piper hissed, her hands on her hips as we stood by the edge of the Columbia parking lot. “You just lied to your boyfriend… or rather billionaire fiancée so he wouldn’t feel bad for ditching you?” I groaned, rubbing my temples. “I didn’t lie, I just… rearranged the truth a little.” Piper blinked. “Rearranged the truth? Hannah, that’s literally what lying means.” “Okay, fine,” I muttered. “But he was already upset about canceling. I could hear it in his voice. If I told him I was going to sulk all night with my head in a pillow, it would ruin his meeting. I just…” “Didn’t want him to feel guilty,” she finished for me, crossing her arms. “You’re unbelievable.” “Hey, it’s called being emotionally considerate,” I said, trying to defend myself. Piper gave me a look that said you’re hopeless, and honestly, I couldn’t even argue. She looked so ready to lecture me for another hour, but her phone buzzed, lighting up with Gavin’s name on the scr

Chapter 124**Lucas’ POV**The conference room felt like a prison. The air was too cold, the walls too white, and every tick of the clock scraped against my nerves like nails on glass.My leg bounced under the table, the rhythm sharp and restless. Across from me, a projector hummed quietly, spilling graphs and numbers across the sleek glass wall. Words like profit margin and quarterly projections floated in the air, meaningless noise from the expatriates who seemed perfectly at home in the monotony.I was miles away thinking about Hannah.Her face flickered in my mind like a photograph I couldn’t put down. The way her eyes softened when she smiled, the quiet sigh in her voice when I’d told her about the change of plans. “It’s fine, Lucas,” she’d said, but it hadn’t been fine.If only I could leave early. If only I could walk out right now, and apologize for being the kind of man who always put work first. Better late than never, right?I rubbed the back of my neck and tried to focus

Chapter 126**Hannah’s POV**The city lights blurred like smudged stars as I trudged along the sidewalk, hugging my arms against the cold. A thin wind cut through my coat, nipping at my fingers and cheeks. My heels clicked faintly on the pavement, a small, steady rhythm, the only sound that belonged to me in the hum of the night.I should’ve been sitting across from Lucas right now. I should’ve been laughing at some half-serious joke he made over dinner, pretending not to blush every time his gaze lingered too long. We were supposed to have wine, maybe dessert, maybe one of those quiet, perfect moments that made everything else fade away.Instead, here I was… walking alone, my breath fogging the air, my heart heavy and restless.His voice still echoed in my head. “I’m sorry, Hannah. Something came up at work.” … like he wanted to be two places at once and hated himself for choosing the wrong one.It wasn’t his fault. He had responsibilities, people counting on him, things bigger tha

Chapter 128**Gavin’s POV**I was stalling.I knew I was stalling.I’d been looking for the perfect time, the perfect pause in the conversation — that one magical second where I could slide my feelings into the open without sounding like a total fool. But every time I tried to speak, my throat tightened, and the words shrank into silence.Maybe this was a mistake.Maybe asking Piper out now would ruin whatever easy rhythm we’d found. She laughed easily around me, smiled like the world was a little brighter, and the last thing I wanted was to shatter that with a confession that made her uncomfortable.I wasn’t even sure if she liked me that way.I knew she liked girls. She’d told me herself once, in that blunt, carefree way of hers, that she was “a little allergic to men.” She’d laughed when she said it, and I’d laughed too, pretending I didn’t feel my chest drop like a stone.But lately… she’d been different.Her glances lingered. Her tone softened. Sometimes, when I caught her starin