All Chapters of Pregnant And Abandoned, I Returned As A Hidden Heiress: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

ISABEL'S POV “This dress should be nice enough,” I said, holding it up in front of the mirror as I studied my reflection carefully. The dress was plain. Too plain for my taste. A soft, dull-colored fabric that screamed average and forgettable. I hated it already. I had walked past rows of chiffon dresses at the boutique earlier, ones that hugged the body perfectly and sparkled just enough to command attention. Dresses that would have made every head turn the moment I stepped into that event center. But that wasn’t the goal today. I used some of the ten thousand dollars Mom gave me the last time to buy this standard poor-woman dress on purpose. Looking too polished, too wealthy, too confident would ruin everything. If I wanted Dad’s pity, even temporarily, I had to look like life had humbled me. Like I’d been struggling. Like I’d learned my lesson. The irony of it almost made me laugh. I adjusted the dress against my body, turning slightly from side to side. It fit well enough, e

ANNA'S POV So far, so good. Everything was going exactly the way I planned it. Guests stood in neat clusters across the hall, soft laughter and polite conversation blending into the low instrumental music playing in the background. Waiters moved gracefully between them with trays of drinks, and no one looked confused, annoyed, or disappointed — which, in my world, meant success. From where I stood, I could see my dad across the room, speaking with a few of the highest shareholders of Quinn’s Group. His posture was straight, confident, commanding as always. The men around him were listening intently, nodding at intervals. It was a familiar sight, Dad in his element. I allowed myself a small breath of relief. If I could pat myself on the back without looking ridiculous, I would. Well done, Anna. In just a few minutes, I would give my speech, the speech that would officially announce that Quinn’s Med would now be fully merged under Quinn’s Group. No more juggling separate structu

ISABEL'S POV Alright, thankfully I was able to slip out of there without anyone noticing. I didn’t rush. That would have been suspicious. I simply adjusted the hem of the ridiculous dress they all seemed to admire, lowered my head slightly like I was still that “changed” and “humble” version of myself, and quietly stepped away while everyone’s attention remained glued to the commotion at the entrance. Melissa was doing a fantastic job. I almost laughed thinking about it. She really knew how to perform when necessary. Creating a scene, accusing the security guard, raising her voice at the perfect pitch to draw attention — it was almost impressive. And the best part? Everyone was eating it up. Their eyes were fixed on her drama, their ears tuned to her outrage. Gosh. If only they knew. It had taken everything in me not to lash out earlier when Anna said I looked good. I could still hear her voice in my head. “Uhmm, you look good.” The nerve. How can I look good in this trash

ANNA'S POV “The guards are silently searching the place for anyone who might be suspicious enough to be doing this, until then I suggest we shut down the projector. As we are no longer fully in control of it, we don’t know what this person might show on the screen,” Dan said to Dad. His voice was calm, but I could tell he was tense. The tightness in his jaw gave it away. “Yes, I agree. Inform the technical team right away,” Dad replied. Everything suddenly felt too heavy. Just a few minutes ago, I had been preparing myself to step on stage and give a speech that was meant to mark a major milestone for Quinn’s Group. A moment that was supposed to be proud, organized, perfect. Now the atmosphere inside the hall had shifted completely. Whispers were spreading among the guests. People were turning their heads toward the projector screen, curiosity growing by the second. And I still hadn’t seen Isabel. That alone was enough to make my stomach twist. Even if she had claimed she ch

RYAN'S POV No, this can’t be possible. That was the only sentence repeating itself inside my head over and over again. It felt like my mind was refusing to accept what my eyes had just seen. What the hell did I just watch? I tried to convince myself that it wasn’t real. That may be someone had edited the video, or used some kind of AI trick to make it look like my father. But deep down I knew that was impossible. I had just seen my late father’s face. I heard his voice clearly. And it wasn’t just me. Everyone in this hall saw it too. A heavy weight settled in my chest as reality began to sink in. Dad… was the person who kidnapped Anna? My thoughts immediately drifted back to years ago, when Mrs. Quinn had told me the story about how Anna had been kidnapped as a child. I remembered how sad she looked while telling it. I remembered how she said it was one of the worst moments in their family’s life. And I also remembered something else. My dad was there for the