All Chapters of Return Of Billionaire Heiress : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

~Third Person's POV~The media covered them from every corner. Flashing on their faces, throwing questions that they expected to hear. "Where were you, Ms Esperanza?" "Were you hiding till you forged some fake proofs?" "Why did you lie to everyone about your health?" 'As if anyone ever asked me,' Esperanza thought and rolled her eyes. Guards escorted Diego and Esperanza to the stage, where the Trustees were already waiting."The answers will be provided, but first, everyone, please be seated," Earl Conard announced. Everyone silently followed his lead, but their eyes stayed sharp, waiting for the drama.Blythe Octavia stepped ahead, calm and firm.“The Trustees have reviewed the case. And let me make this clear, Ms Esperanza is our new CEO and will be. She cannot be in two places at once. It’s impossible.”Whispers and murmurs erupted in the crowd, and a mic came forward with a question, "What are you trying to imply, Ms Octavia? Where else was Ms Esperanza?" Blaire Lawrence pl

~Diego's POV~My eyes watched her every movement. From the hall to our place, she remained silent. I expected her to lash out. Scream all the rage, let out a cry that she had to hold back in front of the media, but there was nothing.She was calm like a sunny sky. No clouds, nothing. Just silence that felt louder than her anger. We were sitting in the living room, waiting for Grandpa to finish his session with his therapist. No word was spoken, and for the first time, the silence between us felt killing. This is not how I supposed our first conversation to go after the conference.I imagined a beautiful smile on her face, not straight lips and bored eyes. I noticed the constant buzz of her phone. She looked at the screen every time it buzzed, but there was no reaction. No irritation. There was no curiosity from her. She just turned it down, and that scared me more than the silence.Was something happening that she couldn't share with me? "Are you okay?" I asked. "Yea

~Esperanza's POV~ "I can't believe he agreed to your every condition without a word..." Valentina said. "Even I couldn't believe it at first... But... It was true. We even signed the prenuptial agreement," I answered. "Wow... But you had it checked with your lawyer, right?" I chuckled, "Yeah. Actually, I made the agreement with my lawyer, and he signed it." "That's amazing," She laughed. That was. I didn't expect it to be this smooth and easy. Though I doubted him because everything about him seemed so pleasing and calming. No loopholes. No doubts. He looked more like a green forest than a green flag. But when I asked the burning question about his past, his answer soothed my racing thoughts.He would tell me all. He asked for dinner, just the two of us, where he would be answering all the questions I have regarding his life. I just hope it will be the truth. Even if I badly want to, I still can't have anyone digging into his past. I don't trust anyone. And if th

~Esperanza's POV~ "Such a bitch!" Diego burst out, his voice louder than he probably intended. "Why the fuck did you never stand against her?" I blinked. He had never cursed in front of me. Not once. His jaw was tight, his shoulders were stiff, and the calm he always carried had slipped just enough to show how furious he actually was. This wasn’t anger for show. This was raw. Unfiltered and... personal. And strangely… it caught me off guard. He looked genuinely offended on my behalf, like my silence back then had somehow hurt him too. I bitterly chuckled, "And who would've believed me?" My own father didn't give a damn about me. Why would anyone else bother hearing me? He placed his hand on mine, "Esperanza, you're born in this cruel world. You... You knew how the media was. One word, and it would've spread like wildfire. At least, then she wouldn't have thought of playing with you anymore." "I wasn't that smart..." I shook my head and took a sip of wine. "We

~Diego's POV~"Why do I have to try on five suits?" I snapped. "Just pick the best one and let me be free!"Jonathan knew exactly how much I hated shopping. These trials, mirrors, standing still while someone circled me like I was a mannequin...And yet, here he was, handing me another suit like this was some fashion marathon.What was the point of this madness?He might be a designer, but he had also been my stylist for years. I paid him to make decisions so I didn’t have to waste my time and energy on this. That was our unspoken deal.So why was he suddenly acting like every suit carried the fate of the world?"I just want you to look best for your bride..." He took a sip from his coffee and continued, "And do it fast, Valentina and Esperanza are on their way. They'll be here any minute."My bride... He wants it to be special for her, but I don't even know what color she likes. "You work with her..." I kept my gaze on the suits in front of me. "What color does she like the most?"