All Chapters of Pregnant And Abandoned, I Returned As A Hidden Heiress: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ANNA'S POV I mean, who wouldn’t be happy to finally meet their new sister? Growing up as the only girl surrounded by a boy, yeah, it had its perks sometimes, but there were plenty of downsides too. All the roughhousing, all the dirty shoes and messy video game marathons… and no one to braid your hair or sneak into your room to talk about crushes. I used to lie awake sometimes and imagine what it would be like to have a sister I could actually confide in, laugh with, and learn from. Bella… well, she never filled that role. She was never really a sister to me more like some distant relative who just happened to share a house. Even though we lived under the same roof for so many years, we didn’t really do the things most sisters did. No late-night pillow talks, no swapping lip gloss or arguing over clothes. She didn’t borrow my sweaters or force me to try a new shade of nail polish. She was just… there, and that was it. But now, Isabel… she felt like a second chance. A new beginning.

ANNA'S POV “Relax okay, there’s no need to make such a big fuss over it, just accept it okay, it’s only natural if it’s her,” Daniel’s voice came in. If it’s her? Who was this “her” they were talking about? Were they discussing the next person who would take over the company? And more importantly, who was the person they had in mind? The thoughts flooded my mind at once “Don’t give me that crap, Daniel. Taking over this company is my right, and I’m not just going to stand here and watch some wannabe lowlife who you guys picked from the street come take what belongs to me,” Isabel snapped. Her voice was sharp and cold, filled with bitterness that cut through the air like a knife. “Isabel, we wanted you to take over because you were our only adopted daughter as of that time, but Anna is our biological daughter. It’s her right to take over, and you know it,” Mom said firmly. My brows shot up in shock. Wait, was I hearing correctly? Did Mom just say that I was going to take over the

ANNA'S POV "Hi Mrs Cole, I’m so sorry about Uncle Larry, my deepest condolences,” Isabel said, her voice soft as she leaned in ever so slightly. And just like that, it almost seemed like she was trying to shift the attention entirely back to herself. The way her shoulders squared, the well-rehearsed sad tilt of her head, it was so typical of her. “Thank you very much, Isabel, it’s good to see you again,” Mrs. Cole replied, placing a hand over her heart. Her eyes were red and tired, but her voice still carried warmth, even under grief. I knew Mrs. Cole wanted to know me better, ever since she heard about me but I also knew this wasn’t the right time. Today wasn’t about introductions or building relationships. It was about loss. About Uncle Larry. About family. And though I stood among them, I wasn’t a part of their grief the way they were. I barely knew Uncle Larry. So quietly, I stepped back, leaving those who had known and loved him to console Mrs. Cole. Besides, it was better th

ANNA'S POV It’s been some days since the burial, and honestly, Isabel barely being around the house had been nothing short of a blessing. Her absence felt like fresh air through open windows — quiet, breathable, and peaceful. No side glances, no snarky comments, no petty drama hanging around the place like a cloud. Just peace. I didn’t expect it to last, but I’d take whatever days I could get before she resurfaced with her usual fire. Quinn’s Enterprise was having a ceremony at the headquarters today. Dad didn’t just invite me, he insisted I be there. And there was absolutely no excuse I could give that he would accept. The moment I tried to open my mouth to say something, he shut me down with a look. Not even sickness or sudden errands would save me from this. Honestly, I didn’t mind going, but the idea of having to pretend everything was perfect in the family, especially with Isabel bound to show up eventually, made me want to crawl back into bed and lock the door. But this wasn’t

MELISSA'S POVGosh, I wanted to walk up to that red carpet and pose for at least one good photo, something the blogs would pick up and post, something to remind people that I still had the looks and the presence. But of course I couldn’t, not when I was stuck in this horrible, uncomfortable, suffocating dress James forced on me. I looked down at the dress again, and honestly, it almost made me want to throw up just by looking at it. It clung too tightly to my skin, the fabric itched, and the style didn’t even match the weather today. It was like wearing punishment. “If you’re thinking about taking photos or talking with those ladies standing over there, then forget it,” James said from beside me, his voice already irritated. “I told you why we’re here, and we’re not diverting, not even for a minute.” Even the sound of his voice was annoying me right now. “Even if I wanted to do any of those things you just mentioned, I can’t,” I said, hugging myself as a breeze brushed past my bar