All Chapters of Goodbye, Mr. Wrong: The Heiress Returns: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Gabriel’s POV The house was quiet again.That unusual quiet that felt like disaster was around the corner, The heavy kind. The kind that sits on your chest. Sylvia liked silence. She said it helped her think. Said noise distracted from what mattered, It was a recent development of hers… she hated when me and Aria ‘Giggled to loud’ while watching TV. Sienna used to say the opposite. “Why does this place always feel like a library?” she once laughed, turning the music up while I tried to finish emails at the dining table. I had frowned at her then. “I have work to do.” “You always have work to do,” she teased. “One day I’m going to schedule an appointment just to talk to my own husband.” I remember rolling my eyes. Now I’d give anything to hear her say that again… I was so stupid. When I was married to Sienna, life wasn’t perfect. We argued about money. About timing. About whether I worked too much. But there was always space to breathe. If she was upset, she said it. If I wa

Chapter Title: ExposureThe room did not feel powerful anymore.It felt dangerous.Vincent’s phone was still in front of me. On the screen was a headline from a major business blog.“Gavrix CEO in Personal Scandal Amid Major Investor Meeting.”Below it was a blurred photo.Me.Walking into a private restaurant three nights ago.With Sienna.My jaw tightened.Around the table, tablets continued buzzing. Investors were reading the same thing in real time. The timing was not a coincidence.This was planned.I slowly lifted my eyes to Desmond.He did not look surprised.He looked satisfied.“You really should control your narrative, Gabriel,” he said calmly. “Markets don’t like instability.”“This has nothing to do with Gavrix,” I replied evenly.“Doesn’t it?” one investor asked carefully. “Public perception affects stock value.”There it was.Doubt.Vincent leaned closer. “It’s spreading fast,” he whispered. “Social media picked it up.”Of course it did.Desmond folded his hands on the t

Sylvia’s POVThey think I’m finished.That’s the part that almost makes me laugh.The television in my living room plays the same headline on repeat — Gabriel Vale Resigns. Corporate Fraud Investigation Expands. My name scrolls beneath it like a footnote to his downfall.“Associate Sylvia Vale under financial scrutiny.”Associate.After everything I did for him.After everything I sacrificed.I mute the screen and stare at my reflection in the dark glass. I still look composed. Elegant. Untouched. No one would guess my accounts are frozen. No one would guess lawyers are circling like vultures.No one would guess I’m furious.Sienna always had that effect. Even when she pretended to be ordinary, she glowed with something infuriatingly soft. Effortless. Loved without trying.And I had to fight for every inch.Every glance.Every opportunity.I remember college clearly. The first week she arrived — shy, mysterious, pretending she didn’t understand expensive wine or tailored suits. But I

Sienna’s POVI needed air.Not filtered penthouse air. Not boardroom air heavy with strategy and tension.Real air.So I told my assistant I was stepping out, and she insisted on coming with me.“Not as your assistant,” Maya said firmly as she grabbed her coat. “As your friend. There’s a difference.”I gave her a tired smile. “You’re very bossy for someone on my payroll.”“You’re very emotionally unstable for someone running an empire,” she shot back.That almost made me laugh.We ended up at a quiet rooftop café across the river, far enough from cameras but close enough to see the skyline. The night was cool, the city glowing beneath us like something untouched by war.Maya wrapped her hands around her tea and studied me carefully.“You look like someone who won and doesn’t know what to do with it,” she said.“That obvious?”“Yes.”I looked down at the table, tracing the rim of my glass. “Gabriel is finished. Sylvia is cornered. The custody case is leaning in my favor. The board fina

Sienna’s POVDesmond didn’t remove his coat.That was the first thing I noticed when he walked into the study.He usually did — precise movements, controlled gestures. Today, he stood near the desk as if bracing for impact.The drawer was exactly as I’d left it.Half open.He glanced at it once, then at me.“You wanted to talk,” he said quietly.“Yes.”I remained standing by the window. I didn’t want the comfort of sitting. I didn’t want the illusion of softness.“Close the door,” I added.He did.The click echoed louder than it should have.For a few seconds, neither of us spoke.Then I asked the only question that mattered.“When were you going to tell me?”He didn’t pretend to misunderstand.“I told you my father placed me near you.”“That’s not the same as showing me operational phases and surveillance photos.”His jaw tightened slightly. “Those were early drafts.”“Drafts for what? My destruction?”“For leverage,” he corrected.“On my family.”“Yes.”The honesty was clean. Sharp.