All Chapters of Lost Heiress of the Belfort Brothers: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Yvonne’s POV“Jack, let’s dance, my brother. After that, I can dance with my boyfriend, Adrian.” Tricia said, offering her hand like everything like that they all just did in humiliating me did matter and it was just an everyday normal thing. He took it with that lazy grin he always used and we walked into the spotlight together. “Okay, sister,” he replied, and for a moment their laughter echoed everywhere.They turned away from me as if the rest of the night was ordinary, as if the way they treated me two minutes ago had been nothing. As if everything that happened could be wiped clean with a step and a smile.I felt something break inside. Maybe a crack had always been there and tonight it just grew too wide. I’d spent so long trying to fit into their family picture, hoping to be seen as more than a charity case or a rumor. But watching them pair up in this manner just to make me feel less made me feel more like a stranger than ever.I picked my little dignity that was left on the f

Yvonne’s POVThe drive was quiet as she drove. I didn’t ask where we were going, I just sat there in the passenger seat, staring out the window, trying not to think about anything.Having my hands locked together on my lap, still unsure of why I even got into her car in the first place. Maybe it was exhaustion. Maybe it was curiosity. Or maybe it was that faint whisper in my head that told me I had nothing left to lose.We drove past the city lights until the noise faded into the distance. The streets turned narrow, lined with trees that looked older than time itself. Finally, she parked in front of a building that didn’t look like much from the outside as it had gray walls, glass doors, and a faint golden light shining through the cracks of the curtains.When she stepped out, I followed quietly, tucking my hair behind my ear.Inside, the place was breathtaking. I realized it wasn’t just a building…it was an art gallery. Paintings hung neatly on every wall, colors blending into each o

Liam’s POVThe street to Yvonne’s place felt longer than usual. I kept turning the steering wheel a fraction too tight, checking the rearview like I’d missed something or like I’d missed her leaving. I shouldn’t have let her go that night. I kept replaying it in my head when she walked away without looking back. I’d told myself she was safe, that she’d come around. But now the doubt gnawed at me like an animal.Her house was dark when I pulled up as I noticed the main entrance was padlocked. Also, the porch light was off. I stood there for a stupid second, hand on the horn like making a sound would wake somebody inside but then nobody answered.I rang the bell and knocked too but there were no steps, not even a shuffle. The knob didn’t even turn when I tried my hands on it.“Mrs. Clarke!” I called out, louder this time. But my voice ended up sounding small in the empty air. I waited and yet there was nothing.A neighbor came out to sweep the sidewalk and paused when she saw me. “Can I

Author’s POVA sleek black SUV rolled to a stop in front of Pacesetter High School. Its windows were tinted, and the engine was so smooth that the students walking by barely heard a sound but only felt the presence of wealth it carried.The back door opened, held by a man in a well-fitted suit. He bowed slightly as a young girl stepped out.A girl transformed and no longer the timid or tear-stained version of herself.Her hair was cut into short pixie curls — a style you mostly saw in Paris and not around here. Her school uniform wasn’t the regular type either; it carried a quiet luxury that only the rich understood. She didn’t look like she belonged in Pacesetter High School anyway.She didn’t even look like she belonged in this country to speak of.“Welcome back like you never left to Pacesetter High School,” the man said respectfully as the girl in question stepped out. “It’s time to show everyone what you’re made of. I bet no one will recognize you in your new look. You are light,

Tricia’s POVJack, Bobby, Gentle, and I were seated at our usual hangout spot behind the fountain area — the place everyone knew belonged to us. The sun hit just right there, and the breeze always seemed calmer for no reason except that the Belfort brothers liked the place. And if they liked it, everyone else respected it.I crossed my legs slowly, letting my shoe wedge dangle like I owned the whole school and who knows, maybe I did. At least, that’s how it used to feel before this so-called French heiress walked in and began turning heads gradually like she invented oxygen.I leaned closer to Jack with a sweet smile.“I need something stunning for the banquet,” I said, my voice soft but dripping with expectation. “Ooh, custom? I think 50, 000 dollars minimum will do justice to that. Can you do that for me, Jack?”I said it like it was a casual request. Like I wasn’t secretly dying inside because suddenly the whole school seemed too interested in someone else — someone who wasn’t me.