All Chapters of Goodbye, Mr. Wrong: The Heiress Returns: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The night had settled over the city like a velvet curtain, but I couldn’t rest. My mind kept replaying the conversation with my father and the evening with Sophia. I hated it—the forced smiles, the pretense, the way my father tried to control every aspect of my life. But worse than that was the gnawing thought of Sienna.I could see her in my mind’s eye, running after the kids, organizing their lives, balancing work, school, and family as if she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders—and yet never breaking. Every time I imagined her, my chest tightened. She wasn’t mine to control, and yet, everything in me wanted to protect her, to be there with her, to shield her from Sylvia, from Gabriel, from everyone who could hurt her.I paced the apartment, my hands running through my hair. Sophia’s laugh echoed faintly in my memory, the way she tried to charm me tonight, trying to make me look like a compliant heir who obeyed without question. But I wasn’t compliant. I couldn’t be. No

The office was quiet, but the silence felt heavy, almost suffocating. I leaned back in my chair, fingers steepled, eyes fixed on the city lights outside the window. Everything was unraveling—business, family, the fragile control I always relied on.Aria’s cough echoed in my mind. She was sick again, and Sylvia wasn’t around to help. Her absence left me juggling everything alone, and the exhaustion was starting to catch up with me. I hated feeling helpless. My daughter deserved stability, care, attention. She deserved a father who could manage the chaos without faltering.I picked up the phone and dialed Vincent, my assistant. “Vincent,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, “give me a full update on the tech accounts. I need every overdue payment, every failing contract, every potential threat flagged immediately. I need solutions, not excuses.”“Yes, sir,” Vincent replied promptly. “I’ll have it compiled in the next hour.”I exhaled sharply and ran a hand through my hair. Business

The city lights blurred as I drove, my knuckles white on the steering wheel. The night air was cold, but I barely noticed it. My thoughts were consumed—Sienna, the kids, Gabriel, and the constant interference of my father and Sylvia. Every time I tried to focus, another complication presented itself.Sophia’s presence lingered in my mind from earlier tonight. My father’s insistence, her forced flirtation, the way she tried to make this all seem like some kind of game—it made my blood boil. I hated being trapped like this, forced to obey orders while my heart and mind were with Sienna.I exhaled, leaning back against the headrest for a moment. Just one night, I reminded myself. Then I could focus on what mattered—the one person who truly needed me, the one person I couldn’t ignore.My phone buzzed. Kingsley.Update: Sienna reports the kids are safe but alert. Sylvia is active. Be cautious. Avoid direct confrontation until necessary.I gritted my teeth, gripping the wheel tighter. “Caut

The apartment felt suffocating tonight. Even with the lights on, the shadows seemed darker, stretching across the walls like silent warnings. I paced slowly, my mind racing through every possible scenario. Sylvia’s words earlier echoed in my ears, cold and calculated: “You can’t keep them safe forever. One wrong move, and it all falls apart.”I sank into the couch, wrapping my arms around myself. The kids were supposed to be asleep, tucked safely in their rooms, but I couldn’t relax. Their small, quiet breaths reminded me that they were counting on me. And I couldn’t fail—not now.Maya peeked out from her room, eyes wide. “Mom… are we really safe?”I forced a smile, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. “Yes, baby. We’re safe. You just need to stay inside and listen to me, okay?”She nodded, her lip trembling slightly. Milo appeared behind her, frowning. “Mom… what if she comes?”I exhaled slowly, keeping my tone calm and firm. “If anyone tries, we’ll be ready. But you have t

Siennna’s POvThe office was dark except for the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the tall windows. I stood there, staring out at the streets below, my thoughts tangled in a mess of strategy, fear, and the quiet fury that never left me. Aria was sick again, Sylvia was absent, and Sienna—my Sienna—was in danger. But tonight, the stakes were higher than ever.I knew what I had to do. I had thought long and hard about it, and as much as it pained me, it was the only way to protect her. Protect the children. Protect the fragile balance that could crumble if Desmond—or anyone else—gained control.The plan had been set in motion hours ago. Every detail calculated. Every possible outcome considered. The kidnappers—handpicked, trusted, careful—had executed the task flawlessly. The children were safe, technically, but only because I had ensured it. Only because I had the upper hand.I ran a hand over my face, jaw tight. This wasn’t just about power. It wasn’t about control. It wa