All Chapters of The Heiress Returns: Reclaiming My Legacy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 12: A boyfriend ** Lucas’ POV** “I am not going to leave until you give me that book,” I said, dragging out the chair across from her and settling into it. I kept my gaze fixed on her, with my arms folded. If she wanted a war of patience, she was going to lose. I leaned back, steady, my eyes following the way her curls slipped forward as she bent toward the page. She was trying to pretend I wasn’t there. Every page she turned was loud, deliberate, and almost comically aggressive, like she thought the sound itself could chase me off. She had no idea who she was dealing with. I had sat through three-hour oral defenses at Harvard, professors circling like vultures, waiting for me to falter. Silence didn’t bother me, pressure didn’t break me. Right now, watching Hannah squirm, I found it almost… entertaining. “You’re unbelievable,” she muttered, eyes still on the text, though her grip on the book had tightened like she expected me to snatch it from her hands. “Correct,

Chapter 14: The Game She Played**Lily’s POV** “Lucas!” I called out loud. His sleek black car was already easing out of its space when I darted forward. Why didn’t he even opine to drop me off? So much for a husband-to-be.The car’s tinted window slid down halfway, revealing his composed and unreadable face.“Lily, what are you doing?” His voice was low, even, not a hint of surprise.I get why he is not surprised. I have done this before now. I have been trying to draw closer to him since I figured he was supposed to be my husband. Even before Hannah came into the picture.Sometimes I wonder if he is not into women, because why doesn’t he take note of my advances like a normal man would? I am hot and sexy, too bad Hannah is way hotter and I hate to admit it. She took the curves of our mother, she is really her mother’s daughter.I leaned down toward the open gap, letting my smile curve slow and deliberate. “What does it look like? I need a ride.”His eyes flicked past me, to the lot

Chapter 16: The Choice**Lucas’s POV**“Why does it have to be the Black daughters?” I questioned Damon as we drove away from the Black’s family mansion.“That is what both grandfathers want. Their relationship is far too old…” “For fucks sake! They should both marry each other then? Why dictate my life because of their relationship?”I leaned back in the seat, tugging at my tie like it was choking me.Everything felt stifling lately with my father’s looming expectations, the endless talk of succession, exams at Harvard pressing against deadlines, and now this ridiculous circus of “choosing” a wife. “If I must marry a Black, I already know who I’m going to marry,” I muttered.Damon’s brows arched faintly as he flicked his gaze toward me before returning to the road. “Is that so?”“Yes.” My voice was clipped, final. “Lily.”Saying it out loud felt like laying down a card on the table in a game I hadn’t even wanted to play. Hannah had a boyfriend after all, and she isn’t trying as har

Chapter 18: Flirting With The Rich**Lucas’ POV**“Mr. Lucas Bristo, can I get your number?”I didn’t even look up from my paper. My pen scratched the last line of my essay answer, the clock ticking down the final seconds of the exam. My mind was fixed on finishing, not entertaining whoever had decided that interrupting me mid-exam was a good idea.“No,” I said flatly, dotting the last “I” with unnecessary force.She gave a dramatic gasp. “So cold! How are you going to treat your future wife like this?”My head jerked up. A girl with glossy hair and far too much confidence was leaning over my desk, her elbow practically on my exam paper.“Excuse me,” I said, trying to control my already furious self. “I’m still writing.”“That’s okay,” she purred, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “I like a man who focuses. That’s same way you’re going to focus on me in the bedroom”I exhaled slowly through my nose. Why? Why me? Every time. Always. The exam hadn’t even officially ended and

Chapter 20: The Chauffer.**Lucas’ POV**“Why am I doing this again?”Damon sighed from the passenger seat, tapping something into his tablet without even looking at me. “Because your grandfather told you to.”“That’s not an answer,” I shot back, tightening my grip on the steering wheel.“It’s literally the only answer that matters,” Damon said dryly. “When Mr. Bristo Sr. Tells you to fetch Eleanor, you fetch Eleanor. Consider it… leadership training.”I barked a humorless laugh. “Leadership training? Driving three hours out of Harvard to New York traffic just to pick up my sister is not training. It’s humiliation.”Damon finally looked up, amused. “Humiliation builds character.”“Don’t quote him at me,” I warned, glaring at the road.“I wasn’t quoting him,” Damon corrected smoothly. “I was quoting me. Though, to be fair, he’d probably say the same thing.”I pressed my foot harder on the accelerator, the black sedan humming beneath us as the highway blurred past. My jaw ached from how