All Chapters of The Hidden Heiress Returns : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I slowly looked up at Tyler, stretching up the paper for him to see clearly, “What do you mean here?” I point at the statement.Even if he really wanted to leave me but what does the statement agreement on the paper means. Lillian stepped forward, bending hypocritical in the way she talked.“Hailey, I really thought you were smarter than he told me about. I mean, I expected you to be better than this.” Her eyes glaring deep into mine, I couldn’t tell her next move but she grabbed my hair all of a sudden making me yelp in pain.“Fuck.” I groaned, trying to keep myself in check and retrieve myself back. I expected Tyler to at least step in and stood up for me but he was only staring at her with a mischievous expression.“It’s simple. This states you’ll be a substitute for me in prison. I was accused of embezzling company funds which I did for your husband and soon to be ex husband here, luckily, it’s just accusation so you might wxcape.” She released me, pushing me disgustingly.“Why wi

Hailey’s POVI rolled my eyes, “Don’t start the day with such a boring introduction.” I expected him to react to what I said but he ended up laughing a little bit.He draw out a chair for me and I sat down before he went to his seat. A waiter came to take our order prior to when our conversation started.“So why didn’t you reject the engagement years ago. You could have to chose to cancel it when I said I wasn’t interested, why wait?” I asked him the question that bothered me so much.“I just wanted to.” His reply was simple and fast. I studied his expression and composure but he wasn’t havent any shaken moment.I couldn’t tell if he was nervous or not as his expression was calm. Indeed, worthy to be called the wealthiest man in his USA.“A deal.” I proposed. He was looking at me and I felt uncomfortable at his stare so I cleared my throat.“A deal is all I needed. We’ll fake marriage to the crowd and grandfather. A perfect couple but once we are out of where camera is, no one is to i

HAILEY'S POVTime stops meaning anything in the VIP waiting wing.I sat in a leather chair that’s too soft to be comforting, my back straight, my hands folded in my lap like I’m waiting to be called into a meeting instead of waiting to find out if the man behind double doors is going to live.The blood on my dress has dried.It’s no longer red. It’s turned a dull brown, stiffening the fabric where it soaked in. I keep noticing it in my peripheral vision, like a stain that refuses to be ignored no matter how many times I look away.The hallway is quiet in that expensive way hospitals reserve for people with money. Thick carpet. Muted lights. No echoing cries. No chaos. Just the low hum of machines somewhere behind the walls and the red “IN OPERATION” sign glowing steadily at the end of the corridor.It hasn’t changed.Footsteps approached, I didn't look up until they stopped in front of me.My grandfather was the first person I registered—his posture still rigid, his expression careful

Hailey's POVThe big gates of the Norway Mansion slowly opened up. They did not make any noise at all. The Norway Mansion had big gates that were very quiet when they were moved.The driveway curved just like it always did. It was smooth. It was precise, and it had these lights that were lined up along the way, and they glowed softly in the dark of night. Everything looked the same as it always had. It was perfect. The driveway and the whole scene was untouched.The moment I got out of the car, it felt really strange. The place I was in—it felt like I did not belong there anymore. The life I was looking at was like I was seeing something that was not mine. Everything about this place, this life, felt foreign to me.The front doors opened before I even got to them. The staff people bowed a little, said hello, but I did not really hear what they were saying. I just kept walking past the staff people without stopping to talk to them. My high heels were making a noise on the marble floor.

Hailey's POVKingsley's eyes snapped open.The movement was sudden enough that it startled me back a step, my breath catching painfully in my throat. One second, he had been motionless, suspended in that fragile in-between state where machines and medicine decided whether a man stayed or went. The next, his gaze cut through the dim room, sharp and alert, as if he'd been pulled violently to the surface.For a heartbeat, he looked lost.His pupils were blown wide, breath shallow, chest rising too fast beneath the sheets. His eyes darted once, twice, taking in the ceiling, the lights, the unfamiliar stillness of the room. The hand beneath mine tightened reflexively, fingers curling as though he were reaching for something solid.For that fleeting second, he looked human.Then the mask slid back into place.I felt it more than I saw it. The tension in his body shifted, his breathing slowing, his gaze sharpening into something cool and controlled. Whatever vulnerability had surfaced vanish