All Chapters of The Heiress No One Recognized: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The returned Heir Alastair got into the car.“That oblivious little man,” Laird said, sliding in after him. “I liked him better when he was still hoping we’d buy the glass pool.”Hero climbed in last, eyeing the mini fridge built into the door panel. “Please tell me lunch is happening soon, because I need a good meal after all that.”“Get in,” Alastair said, ignoring him fondly. “I’ll fill you all in properly on the way.”They’d barely cleared the gates when Hero, still mid-complaint about his stomach, glanced out the window and went quiet.“Wait, isn’t that—”“Yes,” Alastair said, before Hero could finish his query.Laird leaned across to get a better look. “And that’s your father driving it.”“I’m aware.”What Alastair found stranger than the car itself was who was driving it. Zayn never drove himself anywhere, hadn’t in years, and yet there he unmistakably was, alone behind the wheel, idling just far enough from Amsterdam & Co.’s gates to look casual about it.Elliot caught his ey

The returned HeirThe Maybach pulled out of the parking lot and disappeared around the corner. Alastair watched it through the window until it cleared the intersection. Then he turned and stared at his food as if it was what caused his father to leave. For several seconds none of them spoke. “Well,” Hero eventually broke the silence. “That went south real quick.” Alastair lifted his glare to Hero, who lifted his hands in defence. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m not the one who drove him away.” “Of course you’re not. I’m pretty sure if your dad showed up to have lunch with you after you ignored him for weeks you wouldn’t be so hostile at first meeting.” Laird bit out spitefully. “I’d watch myself if I were you, Laird,” Alastair warned. Laird was silent for a moment and then a deep humourless chuckle echoed from his chest. “I should watch myself? That man came here to have some quality time with his son and his friends. But said son couldn’t even master the decency to be polite en

The misplaced HeiressHer phone buzzed against the table, she glanced at the lit-up screen and a slight frown appeared on her lips. The first call had come while she was reviewing the weekly reports from the first company she was meant to visit the morning of tomorrow. She had ignored it, but then it rang again a few minutes later. This was the third time but once she saw who it was, she let it go to voicemail, this was the same thing that had happened the day before. She stared at it contemplating whether she should call him back or not.“Focus, Lysa.” Sylas, standing beside her, brought her back to reality. “Hargreave’s renovation request. Tell me your thoughts on it.” “Right,” she exhaled and turned the phone face down, pulling the report closer. “Revenue per room is up twelve percent. He’s presenting that as proof the hotel is thriving. But repeat bookings fell by nearly a fifth.” She turned the page. “He raised prices, the new guests paid them, and the regulars quietly left. T

The sibling CousinAfter supper, Lysandra retired to her room, opting to have a light snack brought up to her later. Sylas and Amara slipped away to the study at the far end of the east wing, its thick walls ensuring their conversation would remain private.“So,” Amara sat opposite Sylas, one leg elegantly placed over the other as she stared at him. “What news do you have for me?”“I hate to disappoint you, Auntie A, but as circumstances present, not a lot.”“What circumstances are you talking about?”“Hmm… how do I say this,” he paused and sat straighter. “It may seem as though our in-law barely existed until a few days before that banquet.”“You don’t say?”“Yes, there’s a bit more to it all.”“What else did you find out?”“He’s not very social, more of an under-the-radar kind of guy I presume.” Sylas folded his hands as he leaned back. “However, I did realize one thing that might help. Not only have I barely heard his name, but I also don’t even know what he looks like. Maybe if I

The returned Heir Alastair parked outside the gate to his childhood home, beside him sat a perfectly wrapped gift package, and at the back, Chauncey slept peacefully, unaware of his owner’s reluctance to go through with the visit. “Young master, is that really you? Such a pleasure, such a surprise.” Mr. Earlington, the gatewatcher, couldn't believe his eyes. It had been years since he’d last seen the young master and oh my, was he young no more. “Welcome home, young master Aarhil!” “Thank you Mr. Earlington, will you please open the gate so I can give you a proper greeting? It’s getting quite chilly out here.” Alastair gestured to the darkening clouds. “Right away young master, pardon my shock.” As soon as Mr Earlington opened the gates, Alastair drove and parked just beyond them, opened his car door and strode towards the gentlemen. “Mr. Earlington, it’s been too long.” He said and gave the man a firm handshake. “And yet somehow, you don’t seem to age one bit.” “Young master,