All Chapters of The Hidden Heiress Returns : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Kingsley's POV The metal chair felt colder than it should have.Hailey sat across from me, her hands folded on top of the scratched steel table. She did not look at me, she had not looked at me since they locked us in here.The silence between us was not only empty, it was heavy, thick and full of things we had not said. It was full of blame, full of hurt.I watched her for a long moment.Her face looked pale under the harsh fluorescent light, there were faint shadows beneath her eyes and a small bruise had formed near her wrist where the cuff must have pressed too tight.She looked smaller than usual, she was fragile.And it was my fault she was here, I kept blaming myself.“How are you feeling?” I asked finally.My voice sounded strange in the small room, too loud.She did not answer.Her gaze stayed fixed on the table like the scratches on it were more interesting than anything I could say.I swallowed.The air inside the interrogation room felt dry. Before I could try again, the

The walk to the hallway felt longer this time.The correctional officer walked ahead of me without looking back. His boots struck the concrete floor in steady beats, on both sides, barred doors lined the walls. Some were shut tight, some had shadows moving behind them.Cameras were fixed at every corner, watching and recording.The smell of disinfectant hung in the air, sharp and artificial, but it did little to hide the stale odor underneath of sweat, rust and something old.I wrapped my arms around myself as we walked.The holding room had been suffocating, but this hallway felt worse, like the walls were pressing in slowly.We turned left and stopped in front of a heavy door.The officer pushed it open.The visitation area was quiet, a thick reinforced glass partition split the room in two. A metal stool was bolted to the floor on each side, the glass was scratched in some places, cloudy in others.And on the other side of it—“Brother!”The word left my mouth before I could stop i

Kingsley’s POVI was still trying to understand who had come to see Hailey when the door to the holding corridor opened and she walked back in.The sound of her steps was soft against the concrete floor. I looked up immediately.Her eyes were red, not just a little red it was swollen, puffy. The kind of red that came after someone tried hard not to cry but failed. Her lashes were still damp, her nose slightly pink.Her breathing was uneven.“Hailey,” I called quietly.She didn’t look at me.She didn’t even blink in my direction.She walked past me like I wasn’t there and sat on the narrow metal bed bolted to the wall. The springs creaked under her weight, slowly, carefully, she lay down and turned her back to me.Her shoulders were stiff, her spine straight. Like she was holding something in.The cell smelled like iron and old air. Like rust and regret.“Hailey,” I said again, softer this time.Nothing, not a word, not even a shift.My chest tightened.Something had happened in that

Mirabel’s POVThe doors had barely stopped shaking from Brandson’s exit when my leg gave way. I fell to the ground slowly with tears streaming down my face, it was like something inside me had finally accepted defeat.I sank into the nearest chair, but the tears came before I even felt the cushion beneath me.I covered my mouth with my hand to stop the sound, but it did nothing. My chest shook anyway, I couldn't help it.This was my fault, every bit of it.For years, I had stood in the background and watched, watched Hailey shrink inside herself whenever Father spoke, I watched her swallow words she wanted to say.Watched her dreams get redirected, reshaped, rewritten.And I told myself it was not my place, I told myself that interfering would only make it worse, that things would get better.That silence was safer, that my patience would protect her.I had lied to myself, Silence had not protected my daughter.It had handed her over, and now my son hated me too for being such a cowar

Kingsley’s POVThe following week, Janet returned, just as she had promised.By then, Kingsley had begun to feel the walls closing in on him. The isolation, the pressure, It was suffocating.His men had confirmed it: someone powerful was blocking every attempt at bail, every legal path he had tried to take was being quietly shut down. A system that had once bent to his name now stood firm against him.Doors that had always opened easily—doors that he had walked through without hesitation—remained sealed shut. There were whispers, hints of a powerful force behind the scenes, keeping him in this cage. But who?That was the question that gnawed at him.Janet stepped into the visitation room with the same calm smile she always wore. It was like a mask—polished, perfect, and utterly unreadable.She walked in with confidence, as though she belonged here, as though she held the keys to everything he was fighting for."Have you thought about what I told you?" she asked, her voice smooth, almo