All Chapters of The Heiress Returns: Reclaiming My Legacy: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Chapter 150 Hannah’s POV Last night with Lucas was the most beautiful night of my life, I thought a street vibe, regular walk and taking the bus kind of date would have done magic, but the simplicity of it was magic on its own. I’d been pretending to be fine, smiling through the chaos, convincing everyone I was okay when the truth was…I wasn’t. When I mentioned to Lucas how I felt guilty about what Lily turned out to be, he suggested therapy. And I think that is a good idea because I surely need to stop feeling responsible for Lily and Ray’s sin. I arrived at the office of the therapist, it smelled faintly of lavender and paper…soft, clean, quiet. It was the kind of place that made you feel safe enough to breathe again. The therapist’s chair faced me, a small wooden table between us holding two mugs of tea that had long since gone cold. Dr. Naya was younger than I’d expected, maybe in her early thirties. Her voice was soft but sharp in the way that made you feel she noticed eve

Chapter 152 Piper’s POVI couldn’t shake the guilt. No matter how many times I told myself I’d done the right thing, that rejecting Damon was better than leading him on — it still didn’t sit right. His face kept flashing in my mind, the way his smile faltered just before he looked away. I’d seen hurt before, but that… that had cut deep. Gosh! Dealing with men sucks more than dealing with women. At least, I understand women to an extent, but I really need to take a crash course on how to deal with a man and not hurt his feelings To be honest with myself, I saw it coming. I knew that Damon was going to ask me out, I noticed the way he had been looking at me in previous encounters with me, I just didn’t think he would want to settle with a girl like me. He is way too handsome, obviously more handsome and manly than Gavin, and he definitely has so many girls flocking around him, but… Gavin is just the love at first sight for me. Now I see the oddity of women that end up getting m

Chapter 154 Ray's POV The study was dark except for the glow of my laptop screen, casting harsh blue light across the scattered papers on my desk. Documents, photos, fabricated emails — all the pieces of my carefully constructed plan laid out before me like a chess game. Evidence. That's what I needed. Not truth, but evidence. The kind that would destroy Hannah's pristine reputation and send her tumbling from the pedestal everyone had placed her on. I was just drinking in the joy of what to expect tomorrow morning. Hannah wouldn’t see it coming. My fingers drummed against the desk as I reviewed the timeline again. The reporters I'd hired were hungry for a story and they were already primed and ready. They just needed morning to come to release the fabricated scandal that would paint Hannah as unstable, manipulative, perhaps even complicit in her own kidnapping for sympathy. It was brilliant in its cruelty. I reached for my burner phone, one of three I kept for situations like

Chapter 156 Jack’s POVThe white ceiling above me looked endless — blank, sterile, and suffocating all at once. The steady beep-beep of the heart monitor beside my bed was the only reminder that I was still alive. Funny. I wasn’t sure if that was a blessing or a punishment. My head ached, and every inch of my body felt heavy — weighed down not by pain, but by guilt. The smell of antiseptic burned my nose, and I could hear the muffled footsteps of police officers stationed outside my hospital room. I wasn’t free, not even close and maybe…. Actually definitely…. I didn’t deserve to be free. A nurse came in briefly to check my IV. She gave me a polite nod — one of those cautious looks people give when they know your face from the news. I didn’t blame her. I had kidnapped Hannah Black, and no matter how much I said Lily planned it, it didn’t change what I’d done. When she left, I stared at the small notebook on the tray beside me. My hands trembled as I picked it up. The pages were c

Chapter 158 Lucas' POV The door to my office slammed open so hard that the frames on the wall rattled. Damon stormed in without preamble, without knocking, without any of his usual easy demeanor. His face was pale and tense, jaw clenched tight, clutching his phone like it was a grenade ready to explode in his hand. "Lucas," he said, breathing hard like he'd run all the way from his own office three floors down. "You need to see this. Right now." I looked up from the stack of quarterly reports I was barely pretending to read, my mind having been elsewhere all morning—on Hannah, on the investigation into Lily's whereabouts, on the security measures we'd put in place. "What is it? What's with the..." I started to ask, frowning at his unusual urgency. He didn't let me finish. He slammed the phone down on my desk with enough force to make my coffee cup jump, the screen already glowing with a dozen tabs open to news sites, gossip pages, and social media platforms. His breathing was ra