Lahat ng Kabanata ng Lost Heiress of the Belfort Brothers: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Yvonne’s POVThe rooftop was quieter than I expected the moment I found my way right there. It was just the wind and the distant hum of the town — like the world kept going even when mine seemed to be stopped at any moment from now. I stood at the edge, fingers curled around the cold metal rail, and for a moment I let myself believe that one step could solve everything. One leap and I would never have to hear them whisper ill things about me, never have to see Tricia braid my pain into a joke, never watch Adrian smirk while my mum got pushed out of her job.Images kept flashing like a bad film: the bracelet that I had always had while I grew up, Tricia snatching it and the spill of her stale drink down my hair, the students’ phones recording my disgrace, Jack’s foot hitting my chest. It hurt in a way that went deeper than any bruise and now felt like a hollow ache, like a piece of me had been carved out and left to bleed quietly.My mind tried to stack reasons to have a change of mind

Yvonne’s POV“You know, I really appreciate you for saving my life,” Liam began again when I thought we didn't know what to say to each other, his voice calm but steady which made it hard to ignore. “Because honestly, I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t intervened. That was… a pretty impressive rescue.”He smiled faintly, and even though he was trying to make it sound casual, there was something sincere about his tone that made me glance at him. I could tell he actually meant it, and that alone made me uncomfortable. I wasn’t used to people thanking me for anything.I gave a small shrug and tried not to meet his gaze. “You already said something like that before,” I muttered.He let out a quiet chuckle and leaned back a little. “Yeah, I know, but I had to say it again. You were the same girl I met at the gymnasium— the one who wouldn’t even give me five seconds to talk. And yet, somehow, fate decided to throw us back together.” He paused and looked at me with this soft

Yvonne’s POV“Oh. Well, well!”A voice sliced through the air like a sharp edge, cutting into the little bubble of calm I had left. When I turned, it was Tricia—of course it was. Somehow, that girl had a radar for ruining any possible moment of peace I tried to have.She stood there, looking all glossy and perfect, her hand tangled with Adrian’s like she owned him—or maybe the world. It didn’t even surprise me anymore. Tricia showing up uninvited had practically become a personality trait.But still, a question buzzed in my head: Did she really follow me here?I just think that Toscana Restaurant wasn’t exactly the kind of place you’d expect to run into people unless it was planned. A five-star restaurant, quiet lighting, low chatter, and the kind of space that smelled like money and exclusivity. It was the kind of place where I came to feel normal again and where the air didn’t taste like high school gossip.“Since when did a five-star restaurant like Toscana let the less privileged

Yvonne’s POVOn our way out, we stopped by to get pizza at a small pizza store just beside the restaurant. The moment absolutely distracted me from all the drama that had happened inside. We found a seat by the window, the neon sign buzzing faintly above us, and ordered two pepperoni slices and a bottle of iced tea each — after all I think that goes down smooth and sweet after a long day.Liam took a sip, leaned back, and said with a half-smile, “You know what, I’ll take you back to my home. I’ve got something to make up for our first dinner that got interrupted. Lilian made something special you’d actually enjoy.”The way he said it wasn’t a question as it was more like a quiet decision he’d already made. His voice was calm but certain, and the way he emphasized ‘our first dinner’ nearly knocked the air out of me. It wasn’t just what he said but it was how he said it, like it mattered to him that it was our moment.I fiddled with my straw, pretending to focus on the melting ice cubes

Yvonne’s POVThe cold night air brushed against my skin as I stepped out of the house, my heart still pounding from everything that had happened. I could still hear the echo of Liam’s father’s voice in my head as it got harsh and cutting, like a knife that had sliced through what little pride I had left. Each word replayed itself over and over again, making me wish I could shut my mind off for just one minute.I just wanted to leave. To get away from that house, from those judging eyes, from the shame that clung to me like a second skin.But before I could even make it down to the gate, I heard hurried footsteps behind me.“Yvonne, wait!”I didn’t stop at first, of course, I couldn’t. I just wanted to disappear. My eyes stung and I didn’t want him to see me like that.“Please, just stop,” his voice broke through again, this time closer and breathless.When I finally turned, he was already there and I could see his hair slightly messy from running, chest rising and falling fast, his ex