Lahat ng Kabanata ng Lost Heiress of the Belfort Brothers: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Yvonne’s POVRight there, I recalled my adopted mum's words to me before I made the first step towards the jewelry box.“Yvonne, you have nothing to be afraid of. You have always wanted to meet your real family. And maybe,” she added with some profound and renewed smiles. “Maybe they really are your long lost family.”Her hand was warm and callused where it held mine. I could still feel that small, steady squeeze as if it had been pressed into my skin. In the few seconds between her words and my step, all the noise in the gym seemed to press in around us — a million small sounds that didn’t matter as my mum’s voice was the only one that counted.I prayed deep down in my heart for me to be vindicated so that I can at least put some genuine smile on my adopted mum's lips who had practically given me her all and best. And I had nodded in acceptance before I went forward for the fingerprint scanning.I practiced the smile in my head — the one that would tell her everything had turned out

Yvonne’s POV“What are you waiting to tender the apology, loser?” Adrian snapped at me real hard and his eyes burned like he was starving for a chance to humiliate me. “Apologize.”I could tell he was still salty from the way Gentle treated him earlier, like he didn’t matter as much as he wanted people to believe. For someone who fed off other people’s fear, being ignored was the worst punishment.From the corner of my eye, I noticed a smirk tugging at Tricia’s lips. She leaned into it, taking in the scene like she was watching her favorite movie. “That is what you are. A… looseeeeeerrrr.” She dragged the word until it sounded ugly in my ears.Adrian’s tone heightened, sharp and mocking this time. “Loser. Loser. Loser…” He gestured on the students with his hand, and, like sheep, they joined in.“Loser! Loser! Loser!”The chant echoed around the hall, multiplying into an unhealthy number of voices that my ears pounded. Their words bounced off the walls, surrounding me until it felt lik

Gentle’s POV“This wasn’t supposed to be complicated,” Jack muttered, rubbing his temples like the headache had crawled all the way to his bones. Bobby, who stood just next to him, exhaled like someone who had just run out of patience which, honestly, I could relate to.“And it’s not, my dear brothers,” Tricia cut in, flipping her hair with the kind of confidence that made my jaw tighten. Her tone was smug, like she was the only one in here with a functioning brain. “I don’t even know why everyone is overthinking this.”I looked at her with regard to something about the way she smiled and that didn't sit right. It wasn’t just arrogance and if like she'd spent years perfecting that fake sweet tone that makes people second-guess their instincts. Maybe that’s what’s been messing with me all along.Still, the whole situation made my brain ache. I didn’t want to believe Tricia was lying, but I couldn’t shake that uneasy feeling either. The principal and half the school had already started

Tricia’s POV“The real Miss Belfort is… Tricia.” Doctor Josh announced and just then, I clapped my hands in cheers. “Hahahaha,” I knew that it would definitely go like I planned.The sound of my laugh felt big in the gym as it was all loud. Phones lifted and simultaneously cameras flashed. The students who had been whispering and pointing seconds before turned into cheering and applause. A few of the popular girls ran over to me, shrieking like fans.“Tricia! Tricia!” My best friend called out in excitement .“She’s our queen!” someone near the bleachers shouted.“Clean up time for the cleaner’s daughter,” a boy jeered, and a cluster of boys nearly doubled over laughing.I watched Yvonne kneel in disgrace and I believe that she must be feeling so doomed. That was the moment I longed to see her in this manner. I was satisfied seeing her look like her final hope had been crushed. Then there were claps from the students here and there, and I knew it was for me. I ruled their world and it

Yvonne’s POVMy mum sat beside me at the gymnasium as everyone was all gone, one hand rubbing my back, whispering things like, “It’s going to be okay, sweetheart,” but nothing she said could reach me. I was too far gone, somewhere between disbelief and heartbreak. It all felt like a dream I desperately wanted to wake up from, but I knew I wasn’t that lucky.The kind of pain I felt right there, pressed heavy on your chest, making it harder to breathe. My sobs echoed faintly against the space, though could barely be heard.Then, out of nowhere, a voice broke through the air.“You’ll be fine, I assure you that. Even if no one believes you, I do.”I froze. Of course, that wasn’t my mum. It was a calm and deep male voice but soft in a way that didn’t sound pitiful. I lifted my head, wiping my face quickly with the back of my hand, even though I knew I looked like a complete mess.Standing just a few steps away was this guy who looked tall, a little bit chubby but nothing close to fat, with