All Chapters of Lost Heiress of the Belfort Brothers: Chapter 51 - Chapter 59

Yvonne’s POVWhile still trying to capture this, I froze where I stood, pressing lightly against the wall. I didn’t recognize the other person's voice who was in here with Adrian, not even a little. He must’ve been one of the students who got admitted when I was away.And just then, Adrian’s answer came slow, with that fake sigh he always used when he wanted sympathy.“I told you,” he said quietly. “I need the Belfort family to get me into college first. Once I’m done with high school next year, we’ll figure everything out and we won't be a secret anymore so that you can always have me to yourself and not share you with some Tricia or whatever her name is.”The other guy scoffed, barely holding back his annoyance. “So you think I’ll mess up your chances?”“That’s not what I’m saying,” Adrian replied. “You just… need to understand the situation.”There was a short pause. I saw him rubbing the back of his neck, pretending he was stressed even though he loved the drama and I made sure al

Yvonne’s POVWalking into the hall with Liam beside me felt like stepping into a spotlight I didn’t even ask for. I was dressed in a soft gold that hugged in the right places and swayed where it needed to and in turn caught the light every step I moved, and the slit glided with each step like it had its own attitude. My hair matched the tone, sleek and perfectly styled, and the heels were simple but sharp enough to announce I wasn’t here to play.Liam wasn’t doing badly either. His black suit carried this warm undertone that quietly blended to my outfit without trying too hard. When we walked side by side, we looked like we planned it, even though we didn’t really have time to. He just had that calm, steady look that made everything around him seem intentional.The room reacted before we even reached the center. People literally paused mid-conversation, mid-chew, mid-breath. It was that kind of hush that isn’t really silent, more like an admiration wrapped in surprise. Heads turned an

Yvonne’s POVJust then, I noticed a hot tear drop from Tricia's eyes with her glare sent fully to me, like she had some words to say but ended up saying “You!” and had her fingers pointing to me.People started murmuring again — those confused side-whispers that spread like heat. The kind that made the whole hall feel smaller and let's say, tighter. Some of them looked at Tricia like she’d lost her mind, some looked at me like I’d just kicked the table over during dinner. But honestly, the only thing I felt was that tiny vibration in my chest — not nerves, not guilt… that thing you feel when justice finally stretches its legs. You understand better now, right? That was exactly the way I actually felt.One thing they failed to understand was that I came prepared and that I wasn't that same old Yvonne that they used to know.My face didn’t shift. No guilt and no panic either. No “caught in the act” expression they were probably expecting. If anything, I felt my lips twitch in that small

Yvonne’s POVI held my phone between my shoulder and ear while wiping the little water ring the glass cup left on the table.“Mum, you’re sounding stronger,” I said, smiling without even realizing it.Her small laugh came through the phone in a warm manner. “My dear, I told you. This old body has refused to give up. The physical therapist in the south of France said that I’ve been responding to treatment faster than they expected. I even stood on my feet today. Can you imagine?”I felt my chest tighten in a good way though. “Wait, you actually stood? Like… without help?”“With help oh,” she chuckled. “Don’t give me too much credit. But soon, I will walk very well. I am coming to dance at your future wedding, so I cannot be using a wheelchair.”I laughed quietly. “Mum, please. Who is marrying me? Let’s not rush that part, besides I have a long way to go. I am yet to finish high school. Even after that, I have my college and even my career ahead of me.”“Hmm,” she hummed knowingly. “You