All Chapters of Pregnant And Abandoned, I Returned As A Hidden Heiress: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

RYAN'S POV “I was really shocked that they both came to beg for forgiveness. They literally went on their knees, something I never imagined I’d see from both of them in my lifetime,” Anna said over the speaker of the phone. Her voice sounded calm, but I could hear the disbelief beneath it. It wasn’t every day people who once felt untouchable humbled themselves like that. I hung up the last of my jackets and adjusted the spacing between my shirts inside the walk-in closet. Everything had to sit perfectly. I liked order, it helped me think clearly. “There’s a first time for everything, babe,” I replied evenly. “Nobody remains the same forever.” Anna scoffed softly on the other end. “Or they could just be doing that so they can avoid what’s coming for them. They know I’m going to make Bella’s life working here a living hell.” I paused for a moment, then reached for another hanger. “You could be right,” I said calmly. “But you could also be wrong.” She didn’t respond immediately, s

ANNA'S POV He didn’t tell me that Tracey was coming to his place. That single fact had refused to leave my mind since yesterday, looping endlessly like a broken record. No matter how much I tried to focus on work, no matter how many documents I opened or emails I skimmed through, it always crept back in. I heard it clearly. His maid’s voice. The way she announced it so casually, like it was nothing out of the ordinary. Did he not know that I heard the maid when she told him? And even if he didn’t know then, he still didn’t mention it later. That was the part that bothered me the most. I leaned back in my office chair, the leather creaking softly beneath my weight as I tilted my head and stared at the ceiling. The white surface above me felt too close, almost suffocating, as my thoughts raced uncontrollably. My mind was racing like hell right now. I hadn’t called Ryan since yesterday. Not because I didn’t want to talk to him, if anything, I wanted to hear his voice but beca

ANNA'S POV Alright, after I’ve settled in and had dinner I’ll go and see Ryan. I wouldn’t bring up the whole thing about hearing his maid, I’ll just go and see him. There was no need to turn something small into a big issue when I didn’t even have the full story yet. If he doesn’t want to tell me that Tracey came over then I’m sure he has his reasons. Who knows, he might even be planning another surprise for me again, and I sure as hell do not want to be the one to ruin it by jumping to conclusions. I let out a small sigh, one meant to calm my racing thoughts, and got out of the car. The evening air brushed lightly against my skin as I shut the door behind me. The familiar sight of the house in front of me usually brought a sense of comfort, but tonight it felt different, heavier somehow. Still, I brushed the feeling aside and immediately started walking straight towards the front door, my heels clicking softly against the pavement. Once I got into the living room, the first thing

ISABEL'S POV I slowly pushed myself up from the bed, letting out a tired sigh as my feet touched the cold floor. My body stretched on its own, muscles loosening as I raised my arms briefly above my head. I reached over to the small table beside the bed and grabbed my phone without even checking the time. Without waiting for any invitation, I stepped out of the room and headed straight for the kitchen. It wasn’t like this was my first time crashing here anyway. Melissa and James were used to it by now. Their place had become a temporary shelter, one I tolerated because it served its purpose. As I walked down the hallway, my phone buzzed lightly in my hand. I stopped. The name on the screen made my lips curl slightly. Mom. My so-called mother. I stared at the screen for a second longer than necessary before unlocking the phone. She had promised me she would do whatever it took to get me back into that house, but till today, there had been no real result. Just long messages, emot

ANNA'S POV “Please make sure the center tables are spaced evenly, I don’t want anyone bumping into each other once guests start arriving,” I said, clapping my hands once to get the attention of the decorators hovering around the hall. “Yes ma’am,” one of them replied quickly, already gesturing to the others to adjust the arrangement. I glanced at my wristwatch again. Thirty minutes. Just thirty minutes until the ceremony officially began, and my nerves were stretched so tight it felt like one wrong move could snap them completely. Today wasn’t just any event. This ceremony meant everything to Quinn’s Group. Investors, board members, partners, the press, everyone that mattered would be seated in this hall in less than half an hour. And I was responsible for every single detail. I turned on my heels and walked briskly toward the catering section, my heels clicking sharply against the polished floor. “How are the drinks coming along?” I asked as soon as I reached the bar area. “Alm