All Chapters of Goodbye, Mr. Wrong: The Heiress Returns: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Siennna’s POV The instructions arrived like a knife—short, precise, and terrifying.Do exactly as we say. One wrong move, and you don’t see your children again.I read the message three times before my trembling fingers finally typed a reply.I understand.The reply was immediate. Good. Step one begins tonight. Be alone. Be untraceable.I swallowed hard and looked around the apartment. Alone. Untraceable. The words mocked me. There was no room for mistakes.Maya, Milo, Max. Their small faces flashed in my mind—Maya’s concerned frown, Milo’s restless energy, Max clinging to his stuffed tiger. They were out there, scared, and I couldn’t protect them yet. But I would. I had to.I stepped out onto the balcony and inhaled deeply. The city’s night air was cold, sharp, grounding. My phone buzzed again.Kingsley.“Are you ready?” His voice was low, urgent.“I have to be,” I said. My throat was tight, but my words were steady.“Good. Desmond and Gabriel are coordinating. You follow the instru

– Caught in the MiddleThe apartment felt smaller than usual, tighter somehow, as if the walls were pressing in. I sank onto the couch, exhausted but unable to rest. My fingers were wrapped around a mug of lukewarm tea, but the warmth didn’t reach me.Maya sat beside me, coloring quietly, her small frown tugging at my heart. Milo played with a toy car on the floor, while Max climbed onto my lap, his little arms looping around my neck. They were safe, yes—but I couldn’t shake the tension that lingered in the air.Desmond stood by the window, arms crossed, jaw tight. His eyes were sharp, calculating, and every time he glanced at me, I felt the weight of unspoken words pressing down.Gabriel leaned against the doorframe, calm and silent. His presence was different—commanding, quiet, dangerous in a way that made my chest tighten.I took a deep breath, trying to steady my thoughts. “We need to talk,” I said, voice firm despite the nerves twisting inside me.Desmond’s gaze snapped to me. “

Sienna’s POV The apartment felt heavier than usual, like the air itself had been thickened by tension. I sat at the dining table, half-heartedly sorting through the kids’ school papers, but my mind wasn’t on homework. It was on them—Maya, Milo, Max—and on the two men in my life who had somehow made everything more complicated than it needed to be.Maya, ever perceptive, noticed my distraction. “Mom, why are you frowning?” she asked, her small fingers gripping her pencil tightly.I forced a smile. “Just thinking, baby. About school stuff.”Milo frowned. “About what? Are you sad?”“Not sad, sweetheart. Just… worried about some things,” I said gently, trying to keep my voice steady.Max, who had been quietly playing with his toy car, looked up at me with wide eyes. “Mom, are Desmond and Gabriel fighting again?”I froze. How much did the kids pick up without realizing it? “Not fighting,” I said quickly. “Just… disagreeing. Adults do that sometimes.”Maya tilted her head. “But they’re sca

The apartment felt unusually quiet that evening. The kids were asleep upstairs, their soft breathing a gentle reminder of everything at stake. I sat at the kitchen table, tracing the rim of my coffee mug with my finger, trying to steady my thoughts.Then my phone buzzed.The name on the screen made my stomach knot. Sylvia.I hesitated before answering. Something in her tone had always carried a sharp edge, but tonight… it felt darker.“Hello?” I said, keeping my voice steady.“Sienna,” she purred, smooth and dangerous. “Do you think you can just step into my world and take everything I’ve built?”I leaned back, gripping the mug so tightly my knuckles turned white. “Sylvia… I don’t know what you mean.”“Oh, don’t play innocent with me,” she hissed. “Desmond may be… distracted, but don’t forget who helped him become who he is. Who built his empire. And you… you think you can just walk in and take his attention, his loyalty… his life?”I froze, my mind racing. I knew Sylvia had influence

Gabriel’s POV –The office was silent except for the soft hum of the computer and the occasional clatter of papers. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. Business was going downhill. The tech side of the empire was bleeding money, partnerships were faltering, and Vincent’s reports were piling up faster than I could process them.And of course, life at home wasn’t helping. Aria was sick again, and Sylvia… well, Sylvia was out shopping, indifferent as always. Her absence left me holding all the responsibilities I’d been hoping to share, and the weight of it pressed down harder than any business failure.I glanced at the baby monitor, Aria’s soft breathing barely audible through the static. Her little coughs made my chest tighten. She deserved better. She deserved care, comfort, stability. And for once, Sylvia’s absence was a bitter reminder that I couldn’t rely on anyone else for that.I rubbed my face, exhaling sharply. “Vincent,” I muttered, picking up the phone.“Yes, sir?”