The Heiress Returns: Reclaiming My Legacy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Chapter 61: My office, now**Hannah’s POV**I pulled away from his embrace so fast you’d think his suit burned me. I was caught between gratitude and panic. The last thing I needed was Lily twisting this moment into another weapon.Lucas didn’t let go of my hand even after I snapped out of him like his body hurts, his hand stayed wrapped firmly around mine, fingers warm, steady, anchoring me when I desperately wanted to drift away. It wasn’t much, just skin against skin, but it was enough to send a jolt through my chest and make Lily see redder.Her gaze locked on our joined hands like a hawk tracking prey, the sharp glint in her eyes almost audible, like the crack of glass under pressure. Fury radiated from her, a silent storm prickling over my skin.She crossed the space, in such a hurry that I thought she was coming to attack me, her expression shifted from smoke and fire tucked neatly away to sugary sweetness so artificial it stung.“Oh dear Hannah!” she cooed, voice high, syrupy,

Chapter 63: He fell first, he fell harder**Lucas’ POV**Hugging her, just holding Hannah in my arms was the best damn feeling I’d ever had in my entire life and I’d lived a life filled with so-called highs.I’d closed billion-dollar deals that made the stock market tremble. I’d stood on podiums with flashbulbs popping, people clapping like I was some kind of god. I’d been kissed and touched by women who wanted nothing but the Bristo name on their lips.None of it came close, this… this was different.Her body against mine wasn’t ambition, conquest or performance. It was warmth, that grounding warmth that seeped into me until I thought I might never be cold again. It was home.It reminded me of the first time I walked into that small lodge she shared with Piper, the faint smell of old wood and coffee, the cluttered but lived-in space, the joy and contentment tucked into its walls. I’d felt it then, like I was intruding on something pure but unwilling to leave.With her in my arms, tha

Chapter 65: What is Hannah's is Mine**Lily’s POV**Oh… I am so fucking pissed!Why is it taking Hannah forever to come out of Lucas’ office? What could they possibly be talking about in there? Every tick of the clock felt like a knife against my nerves. My fists clenched and unclenched, my heels clicking in restless rhythm against the polished floor of the department.I am going to kill that girl.I paced back and forth, eyes glued to the door as if my sheer rage could blast it open. Damon sat at his cubicle, his gaze flicking to me and away again like he was trying not to get caught staring. John, the ridiculous busybody, wasn’t even subtle, he had leaned back in his chair, arms folded across his chest, watching me like my fury was his entertainment for the morning.“Don’t you have work to do?” I snapped at him when his staring became unbearable.John grinned, smug as always. “I am working. Just multitasking. You’re the one who is not working, you’re pacing.”I glared so hard I wish

Chapter 67: The Proposal Review**Lucas’ POV**Hannah had told me she doesn’t hate me.Those words kept replaying in my head like a song stuck on loop, even when I tried to drown them out with other thoughts. I do not hate you, Lucas… she had said, her voice unsteady, her eyes darting as though the admission cost her something.And that was enough relief for me.After all, the opposite of hate is love.Okay… fine. Maybe “love” is a very strong word to throw around this early, but at least she likes me. Somewhere beneath all her glares, her sarcasm, her endless stubbornness, she doesn’t hate me. That has to mean something.She’s just probably scared of marriage. That’s all. I mean, she came back into this family, got thrown into this marriage contract stuff, shoved into an internship with me… her life turned upside down in a matter of weeks. Maybe it’s all just too sudden for her to handle.That’s the only reason she said she didn’t want to marry me.Because let’s be honest, who in the

Chapter 69: Piper Vs Gavin**Piper’s POV**My face was itching. Not the usual kind of itch, this was the kind of itch that made you paranoid, like maybe a pimple had arrived overnight with its bags packed, ready to ruin my whole reputation.I had class in thirty minutes, and I could already imagine people whispering, “Piper’s glowing? No, girl…Piper’s growing… pimples.” That couldn’t be me. Absolutely not.So, desperate times, desperate measures.That’s how I found myself standing in front of a sparkling, jet-black car parked near a therapist hospital, tilting my head this way and that, poking at my cheek like a surgeon diagnosing herself. The window was polished so clean it could have been a vanity mirror.“Okay, Piper,” I whispered to myself, “you’re still cute. Just a little volcanic activity, but nothing makeup can’t hide.”I grinned at my reflection, then leaned closer, squeezing lightly. Ugh. Almost. Just a little more.And then, the window rolled down.I screamed. Loud.Like, s