All Chapters of Return of the Billionaire Heiress: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Lucas’ POVThree days.That’s how long it had been since our argument. I don’t know if she’s avoiding me or just busy. But three days felt like a long time, and I was tired of waiting for her call. I kept glancing at my phone each time it buzzed, hoping she was the one.But she never did.I shook the thought off and focused on the mirror in front of me, then my eyes met Martins.His foot tapped softly on the marble floors. His gaze was distant… lost somewhere in his own thoughts.I made a small sound, enough to pull his attention.His gaze fell on me and my brows arched.“You look good Sir,” his eyes scanned me thoroughly. I looked at myself again, a black ironed suit, specially made for me, and shoes that made me stand out. “I’m not so sure,” I muttered, adjusting my cufflinks. “Do you think she will like it?” I turned towards him.His lips curved slightly.“What’s funny?” My face tightened. “Nothing Sir,” he replied, his face straightening now. “This would look good on you, sir.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

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

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Grace's POVThe words hit harder than I thought.Blame me?Why would they?I hadn't done what they were accusing me of, yet somehow I had become the center of it all. I inhaled through my nose and exhaled through my mouth. The noise pulled me out of my thoughts. It hit before I could even step out of the car. I turned towards the window, cameras clicking in rapid bursts like gunfire. My fingers tightened around the door handle.“Ma’am, we should wait,” the driver said, but the door had already opened, and the world rushed in. “Grace over here!”“Mrs. Parker, is it true you’re under investigation?” “Did you have anything to do with the heiress’ disappearance?”“Are you being charged?”The questions slammed into me from every direction, flashes flickered into my eyes, microphones, too many faces.My heart skipped. “Please, step back,” a security officer’s voice cut in but it didn't do much.“Rumors say Parker Group is pulling out of deals…care to comment?” one of the journalists

CHAPTER TWENTY - FOUR

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

CHAPTER TWENTY - FIVE

Lucas’ POVSearch everywhere.The order rang through the building like it had been blasted through a microphone. If Ava were missing, Parker Group would be the best place to start the search.Desmond dashed outside upon hearing the police request to see him. Sweat beaded on his forehead despite the cool breeze.“You don't have any right to search this building,” he said sharply, “no search warrant, no search.”One of the officers handed him a document and Desmond’s face turned pale. His mouth opened but the words couldn't come out.I leaned back against the black leather seat in the car, eyes darting around every corner from the tinted windows. Martins stood beside one of the police officers.It felt like I was seeing a movie, but this time… it was happening right in front of me and it was her life on the line.Ava.Morgana.The woman who had somehow become both my greatest weakness and the only thing keeping me sane lately.“Mr. Martins, please spare me,” he said, “I did nothing wro

CHAPTER TWENTY - SIX

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

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Grace's POV“Did you miss me?”The words wrapped around my throat like ice.For one horrible second, the entire lobby blurred.The flashing cameras outside the building, reporters screaming behind the barricades, and the police officers standing beside me.Everything faded beneath the sound of my heartbeat.Because Morgana Andrews stood right in front of me… aliveNo.I shook my headThat wasn’t possible.My fingers curled slowly at my sides as I stared at her face. Her hair fell neatly over her shoulders.She didn't flinch, not for a second. Instead, she remained calm.A coffee cup shattered somewhere behind me, and someone gasped loudly near the reception desk while the elevator doors remained open at my back.Morgana smiled slightly, like she had rehearsed this moment.“You…”My throat tightened around the word.One of the officers beside me stepped forward immediately. “Miss Andrews…”The reporters outside erupted before he could finish. “Morgana Andrews is alive!” “Miss Andrews

CHAPTER TWENTY - EIGHT

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,

CHAPTER TWENTY - NINE

Ava's POVAva is still missing.My hand tightened around the doorknob.That alone made my breath hitch. I had never seen or heard him cry, never heard his voice crack beneath the weight of grief.When the door creaked open, my body stilled.His words, “I said I don't want any…” echoed in my head, then I flinched.I expected him to yell at me, ask lots of questions, but instead he stepped closer, pulling me toward him. My body trembled against his as guilt clawed at my chest. What had my disappearance done to him?When he finally released me from his arms, I exhaled slowly.“Are you alright?” his voice a bit raspy from the unshed tears.“I’m alright,” I said. His arms wrapped around my shoulders as I sank into the chair slowly.Suddenly my gaze fell on the frame sitting on his desk. “Who is she?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.“My mother,” he said softly. “Can I?” My hands reached for the frame. Something felt familiar about the photo… “She's beautiful,” I muttered.“Ye

CHAPTER THIRTY

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

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