All Chapters of Pregnant And Abandoned, I Returned As A Hidden Heiress: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ANNA'S POV After crying myself to sleep the whole night, I was up early in the morning, sitting quietly on the edge of the bed. My eyes rested on my legs with a kind of emptiness that made my chest ache. I could barely feel anything or think of anything. My heart was drained, my body tired. The silence in the room pressed down on me like a heavy blanket. But I couldn’t remain in this state forever. What had happened… had happened. There was nothing I could do to bring back the past or fix what was already gone. The only thing I could do now was focus on what lay ahead of me on what was still in front of me. There were too many questions swirling around in my mind, too many things that didn’t make sense. And I couldn’t get the answers I needed if I kept sitting here drowning in my pain. I drew in a long breath, pushed myself up, and walked toward the bathroom. The room still felt unfamiliar, the kind of large, spotless space that didn’t feel lived in yet. My eyes caught sight of

ANNA'S POV “A vacation? To where and why?” I asked, my brows furrowing slightly as I looked between my parents. “Well, we were thinking of Germany or Russia,” my mom said with a small smile. “We haven’t really made a decision yet, we wanted you to pick.” My lips parted slightly in disbelief. “I can’t come with you guys. I don’t even have a passport, and I can’t just leave the country just like that. I’ve never done that before.” My dad leaned back in his chair, his expression calm but firm. “Do you have something that’s keeping you here like college, work, or any other thing?” “No,” I replied softly. “Then there’s really no issue,” he said without hesitation. “If it’s about your passport, we can get that done in hours. It’s just left for you to make up your mind and come with us. This whole trip was mainly because of you because we want to spend time together as a family.” My mom reached out gently, placing her hand over mine. Her touch was warm, reassuring. “We’re not forcing

ANNA'S POV It’s been five years since I came to Russia. When I first arrived, I stayed indoors for almost a whole week, maybe even longer, just trying to get used to everything. The air felt different, the way people spoke, the cold breeze that clung to my skin every morning, it was all strange to me. I planned to stay inside for a while, partly because I didn’t really know their language here. Every time someone spoke to me, I had to guess what they were saying from their expressions or gestures. It was exhausting, but I told myself I’d get better with time. After a while, my brother Daniel started helping me understand a little about Russian. He’d been here much longer than I had, and unlike me, he fit right in. He was already a known athlete here in Russia everyone seemed to know his name. He had this confidence in him that made people listen when he spoke, something I admired deeply. I haven’t met my sister yet because she didn’t follow us when we first came. She wasn’t here in

ANNA'S POV “So with us moving back to California, does that mean the drug would launch there?” Daniel asked, glancing over his shoulder as we folded clothes into one of the large silver luggage boxes sprawled open on the bed. His tone was casual, but I could tell from the way his eyebrows were slightly drawn together that he was genuinely curious, maybe even a little worried. “Well,” I said, neatly folding one of my cream-colored tops and placing it inside the box, “I’ve been thinking about that. My ex — when I re-engineered the last formula that he took credit for, he got signed under a company. After that, the drug was released worldwide.” My voice came out steady, though my hands slowed slightly as the memories brushed past my mind. It wasn’t something I liked revisiting, but it was part of my reality now. Daniel leaned forward, resting one hand on the edge of the box. “So, you want to get signed under a company before you release your own?” he asked, looking a bit puzzled. “I

JAMES' POV The call ended as my phone slowly lowered from my hands. I stared at the screen for a moment, still processing what I’d just heard. Symptoms? How could they be having symptoms? The drugs were made to cure the illness. They were designed specifically to treat it down to the root. So how did they suddenly begin to have symptoms 3 to 5 years later? It didn’t make sense — not scientifically, not logically. Unless something went wrong. Unless something was overlooked. But that was impossible. We made sure every formula was perfect. I tested every dosage, every combination. There shouldn’t be anything wrong. “Who was that and what did they say?” Melissa asked, her voice laced with suspicion as she stared at me from a few feet away. “It’s the company,” I said, already moving toward the hallway. “They’re claiming something that shouldn’t be possible. I’m heading to the office to check out what they’re saying.” My footsteps were faster than my thoughts. I just needed to get ou