All Chapters of Return of the Billionaire Heiress: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER ONEAva’s POVThe reflection from my mirror stared right back at me. All I could see was a shattered soul, one with emptiness inside. I didn't hate her, not really, I just didn't recognize her anymore. The dress I wore just didn't fit or maybe it was the person putting it on.Today is my third anniversary yet I feel like I just met Desmond Parker. He completely changed after we got married.“Ava, he just left,” our housekeeper said softly at the front of my room pity lacing her face. “Mr. Parker said he had an important meeting before the dinner at his family's house.”“Important meeting?” “Yes, he said he couldn’t wait”Of course, he couldn’t. He never waits for me anyway.I gave a small nod and grabbed my purse. My heels made an echo in the silent house as I walked on the marble floor.Though the ride was short, it felt like a long ride to the Parker Mansion.I practiced the smile on the night of the dinner with his family inside the car. The thought of Desmond not liking

Ava's POVTake her to the ERThat voice, it sounded familiar but I'm too weak to open my eyes. All I feel is pain and suffering within my body. Tears flowed freely from my eyes. I couldn't do anything. It was too late. I wanted the pain to stop but I wish I could change the hands of time, only then would the mistakes I made be changed.No, no no, Ava!The monitor beep continued, and noise filled the room as doctors and nurses ran in and out, but I was already tired of living.The beep stopped and silence filled my world.FOUR YEARS LATERThe distant sound of monitors echoed in my ears, and the sterile smell of antiseptic filled my nostrils. I blinked, my eyelids heavy as if weighted by lead. Page Doctor Lucas, she's waking up. A voice murmured.I turned my head slightly, grimacing at the pain that shot through my neck.Everything hurts!My legs, my head, my neck, most especially my face. It felt like someone had stitched it with needles.I blinked again, my vision blurry and the fir

Desmond's POVFour years now since Ava died. I'm glad she died, she deserved it, my career would have been destroyed. Tonight I will sign a contract worth billions with the Cohen Corporation.My world will completely change.I felt the corners of my mouth twitch, and suddenly a little sound slipped out of my mouth before I could stop myself. I covered my mouth trying to act like it wasn't there. When I arrived at the entrance, a man caught my attention. “No invitation, no entry” the security guard said, holding a velvet rope trying to stop him.I smirked, handed in my invitation but the guards didn't need it. “ Who doesn't know you Mr Parker, the gala is held just for you.” The corners of my lips curled. Grace placed her arm around me and our shoes whispered across the floor.The moment I stepped into the ballroom, my world shifted. Music drifted through the air, gold light brushed my arm, perfume lingered in the air unexplainably rich, heels whispered against the floors, and for a

Desmond’s povThe message sat on my screen like a pulse I couldn't ignore. If you want to find SG… come alone.My jaw tightened.I had read it three times yet it still sat there…Was it real? Or just another trap dressed like an opportunity.Is it just my ego, or…My thoughts cut off when Kelvin slammed the financial report on the glass desk in my office. I jerked up.“This company is on the brink of bankruptcy! The only way out is to find SG,” his voice trembled with contained rage.My shoulders jerked and my hands clenched before I even realized it.“The earlier you realize that SG is the only way out of this mess, the better for us. Even the investors know this.” His voice sharpened.“The sooner you stop mentioning SG the better for me, Kelvin. You remind me of Ava each time you mention that name.” I flared backI leaned backward on the chair which felt like it couldn't carry my weight. My eyes shut for a second then opened again. My eyes darted to my screen again, it could have b

Desmond's pov“Pour me another.” My voice scraped out of my throat, rough and worn, like something dragged across broken glass.I sank deeper into the dark leather sofa, the material creaking under my weight. The top buttons of my shirt hung open. The air in the office was thick with stale whiskey. The empty bottle on the table caught the dim light, its hollow base reflecting back at me like a quiet accusation.Kelvin stood by the door, his expression heavy with disappointment. His hands folded like he was holding himself back from saying too much “Sir… I think that's enough,” his voice firm. “You have had too much to drink.” I let out a dry laugh, my head tilted back to the sofa, eyes half lidded, as I stared at the ceiling. “Do you think everything will fix itself if I stop drinking?” My gaze shifted toward him.“The company is bleeding out.” I muttered, “three investors have already pulled out.” My throat burned as I forced the words out. “All because of SG “ Kelvin's jaw