Return of the Billionaire Heiress의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

Grace’s POVMy fingers gripped my purse.“Your phone,” he repeated, his voice sharper. I hesitated and slid my hands into the purse, hands slightly shaking as I handed it over. Then, the officer scrolled through my phone. I let a deep breath leave my nose. He was about to give the phone back when another message popped up.His brows drew together.My fingers curled slightly.WHERE DO WE MEET?Beneath that message, another one appeared. THE JOB IS DONE His voice echoed those words. Then I clamped my lips and released them.“What job?” he asked, his face turning red. “It's nothing,” I continued, “just an employee texting to inform me of a job done.”He let a breathless laugh escape his throat. “You’re coming in for further questioning.” My eyes broadened.“I didn't do anything,” the words came out before I could stop them. “Wait… what?” Desmond stepped forward. “I'm Desmond Parker,” he continued, “she's my wife and the heiress of the Adams foundation.” “What if she's Adam's da

Desmond's povWhere is Morgana Andrews?It's been a week already.My thumb pressed against the screen as I dialed her number but the robotic voice from the other end only deepened the knot in my chest.Switched off.I ended the call and tried again. Still nothing.Then I dragged a hand down my face. The investors would arrive at any moment, and I have absolutely nothing to give them.I exhaled sharply. Grace was under house arrest and Morgana had disappeared like smoke.Outside, the noise of reporters flooded the entire building. Camera flashes bounced against the glass walls of Parker Group while voices echoed from below hunting for another headline.“Boss,” Kelvin's voice came in.I turned my gaze towards the sound of his voice. “You need to see this,” he said.The moment I stepped out of the office, my movement slowed. The partners and board members had already arrived.“Where is your designer?” one of them asked immediately upon setting eyes on me.A chill crept up my spine.Mo

Ava’s POVSilence has a sound.It breathes through the cracks in the walls. It settles into your skin until even your heartbeat feels unfamiliar. It’s been one whole week or maybe two. I had lost count because the day the blindfolds was loosened was the exact day I realized who planned my kidnapping.The room had no windows, no clock, and no way to tell whether darkness outside the metal door belonged to midnight or morning. The kidnappers liked it that way. Disorientation kept victims weak.Victims? I laughed under my breath.The old wooden chair creaked beneath me, as I shifted slightly. The rope around my wrist had loosened and I could walk out without being stopped but I didn’t want to. Not anymore.I rubbed my fingers slightly on my eyes gently before glancing toward Lynda on the floor. Her face turned pale from fear and confusion. Unlike me, she still didn't understand what was happening.My gaze dropped to the burner phone hidden beneath the thin mattress in the corner of t

Lucas’ POVBy the time my phone rang the fourth time that night, I already knew something was wrong.Hospitals had their own language.It lived hurried footsteps, sharp voices, and the way nurses stopped smiling when situations become critical. Tonight the silence felt worse.I stood beside the office window, my fingers wrapped around a cup of coffee that had long gone cold. Rain slammed against the glass while the city lights blurred beneath the storm outside.The Thorne Heiress is still not found. I couldn’t believe it even after several weeks had passed. Then a hard knock landed against my office door pulling me out of my thoughts.“Doctor Lucas,” the nurse said, “we need you in the operating room immediately.”I blinked slowly.The nurse stood there waiting, her clipboard pressed tightly against her chest.“What happened?” I asked quietly.“Internal bleeding after a car accident,” she continued, “Patient’s condition is unstable.”I nodded once and grabbed my coat from the chair,

Ava’s POVPREGNANCY TEST RESULT.The result stared right back at me. All I could do was wonder. When did I get pregnant? Or maybe it wasn’t mine, but my name was clearly written on it. And beneath it was the logo of St. Lucas Hospital. I glanced through the entire file in my hands before my eyes landed on Lucas. He stood at the doorway talking to the cemetery keeper while my gaze dropped down to the file in my trembling hands. I inhaled slowly, wishing it wasn’t mine, but then the date… clearly stated April 28th, 2022. My mouth opened, tears welled up in my eyes and everything went foggy. “No,” the word came out before I could stop it. I shook my head, trying not to accept the truth right in front of me. “He wouldn’t hide this from me.” But it was the same day I almost died, or should I say the day Desmond nearly killed me. The air inside the car suddenly felt too thin. I exhaled sharply, sinking into the chair at the front seat of the car. My eyes moved lower down the page. Add