Semua Bab Return Of Billionaire Heiress : Bab 31 - Bab 39

~Third Person's POV~ Rowland Corporation was only twenty minutes away from Diego’s place. Only twenty. Yet traffic had turned those twenty minutes into sixty unbearable ones. By the time Diego arrived, his chest felt tight, his jaw clenched so hard it ached. The building stood tall and indifferent, completely unaware that someone’s world was suspended somewhere between floors. Repairmen crowded around the restricted lift. Guards tried to maintain order, voices overlapping, tension thick in the air. The elevator was stuck in the middle—neither rising nor falling—making it impossible to pull Esperanza out without risking a violent drop. Diego’s eyes scanned the scene wildly. “Where is she?” His voice thundered through the lobby. “Answer me!” Before anyone could respond, he grabbed one of the repairmen by his collar and slammed him back against the wall. “Who told you to remove the board?” Diego snarled, his grip tightening. “She wasn’t supposed to use this lift!” The m

~Esperanza's POV~My shoulder still ached, but it didn't feel heavy to lift. The painkillers worked wonders, but the stiffness was still there. At first, my whole life flashed in front of my eyes. Giving me the same panic as the first time when I accidentally got locked in my playroom. But the moment I realized it wasn't accidental, my whole perspective changed from panic to numbness. And I wouldn't have realised it if I weren't here today. If I weren't who I am today. I thought just like last night, I was accidentally trapped in my playroom but yesterday told me not everything is an accident. And that gave me the strength to fight the darkness. But not with power, with numbness.Now, I wonder if I was trapped there out of a pure mistake or intentionally. Whatever it was, I need to figure it out as soon as I can. Exactly the way I did it last night. I still remember the day clearly, even though I was only six. I was playing alone in the playroom that Mom built for me while sh

~Third Person's POV~ Using Diego's closet in his absence felt like an invasion. Esperanza took her new brown tailored formal suit that fit her like a dream and walked to the room where she was staying in her newfound home. The changes were new and big. And for both, she wasn't prepared. But she knew she couldn't delay any of them. One would silence the world's questions about her character, and the other would bring her back to the world that belonged to her once. Pairing her attire with black stiletto heels, she applied a nude brown lipstick and kept her light brown hair straight in a side partition. The sleek look gives her the inner confidence and calm that the outer fails to provide. It wasn't loud. But enough to make her push the boundaries that people in her past created around her. "All the best, my child," Mr Rowland gave her his blessing. A soft smile on his face, "They'll ask you questions which will make you doubt yourself, but..." His e

~Esperanza's POV~I was missing him. More than I thought I would. Maybe it was the effect of always being around him. I didn't know it until today, but I've developed a habit of being in touch with him. Talk to him whenever I wanted. Meet him whenever I wanted. But I haven't heard his voice for the past two days. He just texted me once a day. Reminding me that he remembers I'm there in his life. And... Somehow it feels incomplete. I wanted to go back to my place but Grandpa asked me to stay. The house just looks like bricks and decorations to him in Diego's absence so he wanted me to stay till he comes back. Though he has already discussed the closest dates of our wedding, I couldn't agree with his plans. I don't want it to be a grand, fat wedding with hundreds of guests, but I can't seem to find the best excuse to decline his dream politely. This is my second wedding, but his grandson's first. And last. And this time it wasn't me making up stories in m

~Diego's POV~ "So...?" "Have you ever signed papers without reading when you were with..." I took a pause. I didn't want him to address him as her ex-husband. He wasn't worth being related to her in any way. "With Mendoza..." "A lot..." She said, a heavy sigh coming out of her mouth. "Then I'm sure he has worse things than these..." I held back the urge to curse. Only God knows how ugly this all will get till we get our hands on Asher and all the proofs against them. I showed her the papers that have been circulated all over the internet. Even if Mendoza never loved her, he knew Esperanza was capable. Capable of sorting her life and getting all the pieces together. And he wanted to make sure it never happened. That's why he chose to build lies when he trusted him the most. He had some medical papers hidden up his sleeves that stated Esperanza wasn't mentally stable. Stating that for the past three years, she was on high doses of medication to be able t