บททั้งหมดของ The Heiress Returns: Reclaiming My Legacy: บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

Chapter 160 Lucas’ POV The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and I walked into Bristo Enterprise looking like I'd been dragged through a storm and back twice. My suit was hopelessly crumpled, creased in places I didn't even know fabric could crease I hadn't been home since yesterday morning. Hadn't showered, hadn't changed, hadn't done anything except stay with Hannah, holding her while she tried to process the vicious attack on her character. The early morning staff who passed me in the corridor did double-takes, their eyes widening in shock. Lucas Bristo, always impeccably dressed, always perfectly composed, looking like he'd slept in his car. Which, technically, I almost had… I'd dozed off briefly in Piper's couch while Hannah retrieved to sleep in the bedroom because it is more comfortable and I didn’t want to discomfort Piper either, despite the fact that she asked me to take the bed with Hannah, I declined and settle for the couch. Damon was already in the office

Chapter 162 Gavin's POV The last few hours had been nothing short of chaos. The air in Columbia felt heavier, thicker somehow, like the atmosphere itself was holding its breath. Conversations quieter — people spoke in hushed tones in hallways, their voices dropping whenever someone walked past. Whispers followed Hannah everywhere, clinging to her name like shadows she couldn't shake off. Even though the truth was finally emerging, bleeding through the cracks of the lies that had been built around her, the damage had already been done. It was like trying to unring a bell — the sound had already echoed across campus, across the city, across social media. You couldn't take it back. The media still camped outside the school gates like vultures circling a carcass, their cameras ready, their microphones poised for any scrap of drama they could twist into another headline. Professors still looked uncomfortable when Hannah's name came up in faculty meetings, their eyes darting away, thei

Chapter 164 Gavin's POV Eleanor sat across from me, her hands wrapped around a cup of tea she hadn't touched. She'd been talking for the past ten minutes — apologizing, explaining, trying to justify her earlier attempt to confess her feelings but I wasn’t really paying attention. My attention was unintentionally drifting towards Piper who was outside. Eleanor stood then, gathering her bag with shaky hands, and left without another word. I watched her go, feeling a mixture of relief and guilt. I hadn't wanted to hurt her, but it was better to be honest than to let her hold onto hope that would never materialize. Now, I sat alone, my eyes drifting back to Piper outside. She was still on the phone, her expression intense, her shoulders squared like she was preparing for battle. God, she was incredible. A few minutes later, she finally ended the call and pushed through the café door, the little bell above it chiming softly. She spotted me immediately and hurried over, sliding into th

Chapter 166 Lucas’ POVThe morning news hadn’t even ended before my phone started buzzing — calls from the PR department, the legal team, even my mother. Everyone wanted answers, updates, reassurances. The air inside my office felt heavy with tension, thick enough to choke on.I had spent the last two hours coordinating with my crisis management team — the best in the city, hired overnight — to clean up the fallout from the false reports about Hannah. Screens glowed across the conference table as my analysts scrolled through trending hashtags, tracing the origin of posts and calculating the damage.“Mr. Bristo,” one of the lead consultants said, pushing her glasses up her nose. “We’ve identified most of the accounts pushing the defamation. About sixty percent of them are bots, likely funded to amplify the story.”“By who?” I asked, my voice sharper than intended.“We’re still investigating,” she replied. “But based on digital fingerprints and funding trails, there’s more than one han

Chapter 168 Lucas' POV I'd waited long enough for this moment. Long enough to gather every shred of evidence, to build a case so airtight that not even the best lawyers money could buy would be able to poke holes in it. Long enough to watch Ray Black think he'd gotten away with it, that he could destroy Hannah's life and walk away clean. He was wrong. The conference room was silent except for the soft rustle of papers being shuffled across the table. My legal team sat around me — five of the sharpest attorneys in the country, each one handpicked for their expertise in international law, corporate fraud, and criminal prosecution. They'd been working around the clock for days, combing through every transaction, every communication, every piece of dirt Ray had tried to bury. And they'd found everything. I leaned back in my leather chair, my fingers steepled beneath my chin as I studied the documents spread before me. Bank statements showing suspicious transfers. Email chains prov