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The untouchable heiress he regret losing - Chapter 19



Chapter 19



Tangled in Lies

Elora’s POV

I quickly ran to the window, my heart beating loudly like a drum, but there was no one in sight. All I noticed was the faint rustle of the leaves outside and the whisper of the wind. Was it just the wind, or was someone truly watching me?

I trembled as I slammed the curtains shut and turned away. For the first time in years, I didn’t feel safe within the walls of my own home.

The bourbon wasn’t enough to distract me. My mind couldn’t stop racing with possibilities. Had Mason taken the situation too lightly that he couldn’t notice the person looking into me? Or worse…had my parents begun to suspect me?

I couldn’t risk waiting around and giving whoever it is a chance to pounce on me when I least expect it. I had to act immediately. I grabbed my phone and dialed Mason again. He picked up on the third ring.

“Hey, what took you so long?” I asked, my voice clearly shaking with fear.

“Hey, what’s up? Why do you sound unsettled?”

“I think I’m being watched,” I said as I paced back and forth in the room.

“You’re sure?” his voice lowered like someone was listening in on our conversation.

“Not really because I didn’t exactly see anyone, but I’m not imagining it either, and I can’t afford to sit around and do nothing.”

Mason exhaled sharply, then continued. “Okay, calm down, this further proves that someone’s coming after you, and maybe they already found a crack, but I need you to be as calm as possible. Don’t make any rash moves that they could use against you.”

“So what do we do?”

“Do you know anyone who has been going against you recently?”

“I can’t think of…wait.” I paused.

“Zara. Since she came back, I’ve been on edge. Scared that she might ruin everything I’ve built now that she’s back.”

“We tried so hard to make Zane fall for me and get him to marry me. We can’t let her ruin me and take back what we worked for. And maybe that’s what she’s trying to do.”

“So we dig,” Mason said.

“Dig?”

“Whatever she was doing before she came back, where she went, who she met, we would find it. No one can vanish that cleanly. There’s something buried there, and we would expose it.”

“Mason, this has to be quiet, okay? I don’t want Zane to catch on.”

“You know you can trust me, babe? After everything?”

I pressed my lips together. I didn’t want to be reminded of those times, nor did I want to feel it.

“We aren’t that anymore, Mason.”

“But you know I’ll always love you. I still remember what you looked like before you went to the Shanes' mansion years ago, before you became Elora Shane. I swore to protect you, and I will keep that promise till my last breath.”

“I’ll update you when I have something concrete,” he promised.

Then we hung up.

I slipped my phone into the pocket of my nightwear.

A knock on the door alerted me immediately.

“Elora?”

I quickly fixed my expression in front of the mirror and hurried over to the door, and opened it with a smile, hoping my face didn’t betray the surge of panic that filled my entire being.

He stepped inside and looked around with furrowed brows as if hoping to find something fishy.

“Who was that? Why did you shout and immediately run to the room?”

“You wanted me out of your sight, right?”

“Why are you concerned I left?”

He still looked at me suspiciously, so I knew I had to sell him a story.

“It was my Mum,” I lied.

He raised an eyebrow. “At this hour? Is there any problem?”

“Nothing really. She called to let me know she just got back from Singapore.”

His gaze lingered on me for too long, so I forced a light laugh and walked over to the fridge to pour myself a glass of water, trying so hard to act normal. I let out a fake yawn afterwards.

“I’m sleepy, Zane. It’s been a long day.”

He nodded slowly, though I could still tell he wasn’t quite satisfied. “Alright, I’ll let you rest.”

When the door closed behind him, I exhaled sharply, but I knew that won’t be the end of it.

And just like that, I had to start another round of trying to cover my secret all over again.





Chapter 20


Calculated Vengeance

Leo’s POV

The door slammed behind me harder than I meant it to. I was filled with rage. The air outside hit my face but was not enough to cool my boiling temper. I couldn’t shake the look on Zara’s face at my reactions, but I also couldn’t ignore the fact that I was disappointed she would go that far.

But as I arrived back at my penthouses, I didn’t know exactly what I was feeling. Feelings of whether I overreacted or whether it was completely valid. Truth be told, I hadn’t told Zara enough about myself but I deserve to draw that line between us. We just have a simple alliance between us anyway.

I didn’t understand why she would go as far as doing a background check on me? Was I the enemy? What was she hoping to find out? That I was like her ex-husband? Or was this because of Selene? I already told her Selene was just someone from my past but why didn’t she trust my words?

She only succeeded in making me relive some of my painful memories.

My father, Brad Wesley, always treated me like a criminal when I used to live with him just a few months after my mother died. He would accuse me of stealing his cherished possessions all because he couldn’t find them where he placed it.

“Did you or did you not take my gold wristwatch?” He screamed at me.

I knelt there in the living room, shivering at the thought of when next his belt would land on my back. His belt was his tool at reminding me I had the worst father anyone could have. I couldn’t confess to taking what I never took so I never said a word. I was just there, shaking, teary and helpless. The marks and scars on my back are there to tell the tale.

Weeks later, his gold wristwatch was found in the belongings of the maid but he never apologized to me. That didn’t happen once or twice, but repeatedly, till he placed a surveillance camera watching my every move.

Since then, I had been wary of anyone assuming I am who I am not, doubting me or suspecting me. I didn’t know why Zara’s distrust hurt more. I had told myself this was a simple alliance and I didn’t care what she thought of me, but deep down, somewhere along the way, I craved her belief in me.

“You were the one who approached me. You fucking proposed to me,” her words echoed in my head.

She was right. I had brought it up and maybe it put pressure on her. But it still stung more than I expected.

My phone buzzed. I almost ignored it but when I saw who sent it, I picked up immediately. It was Max, my assistant.

“Talk,” I said tiredly.

“We were right to look into Elora, boss,” he said sharply.

I straightened myself as if about to receive something huge. “So what did you find?”

“I dug into her as you instructed and made sure I left my trails. Someone she knows picked them and reported to her. They had a conversation that looked tense. I watched her from out the window and she surely looked tense.”

A smirk tugged around my lips. “I knew she’d be just like her husband.”

“At this point, I am sure everyone in the Wesley family is a wolf in sheep’s clothing and we would be taking them down one by one.”

“So what do you want me to do next, boss?” he asked.

“For now, let’s keep watching them closely. Very soon, we would take them down with everything we have gathered.”

“Okay, boss,” he said and ended the call.

I let the silence stretch as I folded my arms in pride.

I picked up my laptop and opened a file I had been working on for weeks. It contained my step-by-step goals to attack Wesley Group. Investment that would strip Zane of every financial source and backup, deconstruction and sabotage.

But I must avoid coming across with Brad. It wasn’t time for Zane to know I was his brother yet. Not until I have secured everything from him.

It was all coming together.

Tomorrow, I’d register my presence as the representative of the investor Zane has been waiting for from Poland. The eagerness to see his bewildered face consumed my entire being.





Chapter 21 

Escape or Downfall?

Zane’s POV

The hum of the air conditioner was the only sound in my office as I relaxed in my chair, my fountain pen tapping rhythmically against the table.

I couldn’t shake off the feeling that Elora was hiding something from me. She never joked with her jewelry, but she didn’t notice her pearl necklace fall off as she hurried off to continue her phone call. I wanted to follow her, but I had my own problems to deal with. Even after coming out of the room, she kept trembling in her steps as though she had seen a ghost.

Something didn’t sit right with me.

And I was going to get to the bottom of it.

But first, today is going to mark a notable turn in my finances. It was about escape, survival, and that is what I must focus on. My insurance, an estate in the most lucrative part of San Francisco. I had looked for it so I could bounce back in case my wicked father decided to keep my inheritance from me, or if my stepsibling pulled another successful stunt.

I went over the investment contract again. Although my lawyer and I had combed through the file, something felt odd. A Polish investment group had reached out to me through a discreet channel. They proposed a very lucrative offer with high stakes and even higher return potential—one I couldn’t turn down. It was as though they knew me and my plans to build that estate.

My men have done their research and found nothing shady about the investment group, so there shouldn’t be a problem. Besides, I wasn’t one to question a good fortune like this one. Wesley Group had started to bleed in places the public couldn’t see, and it was only right that each person began to look for a plan B for themselves.

I lifted my wrist to my face and checked the time. It was 9:50 a.m. They should be here any minute now. Our meeting had been scheduled for 10:00 a.m. sharp. They were precise. It further strengthened my conviction that they are people of power and class.

I straightened my navy suit and smoothed my tie. I dialed my lawyer to join me.

“Get in here, they’ll be here soon.”

At exactly 10:00 a.m., the doors flung open. I got up as I adjusted my suit. I didn’t look up at first.

“You’re right on time, sirs,” I said in a cool and professional voice.

Then I heard it.

The footsteps were familiar. It sounds like—

I looked up and I froze.

Standing on the opposite side of my table was a perfectly poised figure in a tailored black suit without a wrinkle in sight. I looked at his face closely now.

Leo Armstrong.

The man who circled around Zara like he owned her. The one who had the guts to come between a husband and wife. The one who is trending in the news as Zara’s lover and recently whispered by her side in a business circle I once dominated.

His dark blue eyes locked on mine like a blade cutting deep into me.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked sharply, my expression full of fury and pain.

“Is that how you talk to your business partners?” His smirk screamed arrogance and pride that made me want to punch him.

“I represent the Polish investors looking to fund your project,” he continued as he adjusted his suit. He placed a leather folder in front of me. “I am also their head of legal and investment matters in this region.”

“You can always call the company to confirm,” he said as he gestured towards my phone.

I stared at him, unable to blink. It was too much to take in. I felt cornered. What if this was all a plan to sabotage me and my project?

The file lay there between us, untouched, as I thought about my next line of action, the juicy offers flashing through my head.

“You’re full of shit. I don’t believe you.”

“You and Zara must have cooked this. Wait… Are both of you scheming revenge?” I clapped my hands together as I let out a bitter laugh.

“Is that what this is all about?”

“Did both of you think I was stupid enough to believe this stunt? You dare underestimate my intelligence.”

Leo’s eyes twitched slightly in amusement.

“Zara knows nothing about this. She has no idea I am here today.”

I leaned in, my hands resting on the table.

“And why should I believe you?”

“Because you don’t have a choice. Your quarterly reports are unimpressive, and if word comes out of your debt accumulation and asset underperformance, you could lose your seat at the board,” he said.

I swallowed the bile rising in my throat. He wasn’t wrong. I was too cornered. The investment was also to settle my accumulating debt, and if I didn’t do so on time, my entire empire could come crashing down.

I stared at him in hopes of reading his mind. To find out the underlying reason he was here, even after I threatened him the other day. But there was nothing. His face was expressionless and unreadable.

“You’re bluffing,” I said defensively, unwilling to let my guard down.

“Well, I already took your doubt into consideration, so I brought someone else with me today.”

He paused and looked back.

“You can come in, sir.”

A young man came in dressed in a charcoal suit, with dark shades and a cane to support him as he walked.

“Zane, Zane, Zane,” he started.

“If this is how you would treat representatives from my company, it’d be best if we just end our deal here and act like this never happened,” he cleared his throat.

Shit.

He was the Polish CEO, and he had overheard our conversation.

I blinked too fast, looking for the right words to say.

“Oh no, no, no—I—I—I only wanted to be sure he was from you. Of course, I know Polish Investment is a reputable company. I just had to be sure this man here wasn’t a fake representative.”

The CEO laughed in amusement. I couldn’t help but join in the awkward laughter that had now filled the room.

“Of course, just as I expected. You’re a respectful young man,” he said.

I nodded my head and smiled softly at him.

He signaled to Leo and pointed to the bag he carried. Leo brought out a paper from it and placed it in front of me. It was the supplementary contract I had to sign.

I reached out for the paper and scanned carefully. It was clear, strategic, and meaningful, but something strange caught my eye.

“If any scandal arises from Party B, being the recipient, he shall forfeit 90% of his company shares, a quarter and a half of his entire estate, and if damage control becomes impossible, he shall relinquish his seat at the board.”

My eyes widened in shock. The room suddenly became hot despite the cool breeze the air conditioner brought. My face became sweaty, my eyes not breaking contact with the paper as I read that clause over and over again.

I passed it to my lawyer to interpret it for me. He scanned it and met my eyes with a concerning gaze.

“It’s legal,” he whispered.

Shit. It must mean exactly what I thought it would.

“I believe you must have seen the part where you bear the consequences of any scandal that arises around you,” Leo said, breaking the silence.

I nodded my head in disbelief as my heart pounded loudly in my chest.

“I also believe you know the reason why that has to be. Because any scandal of yours could affect your worth and, in turn, waste our investment in you.”

I nodded my head slowly again, still too stunned to speak.

“Alright then, we await your stamp and signature.”

The room felt smaller, like the walls were closing in on me.

“Wait…” I replied sharply, unsure of what to say next.

“I’m afraid, Mr. Wesley, but time is not on our side. You’re not the only one pitching for an investment. We can always move on to the next candidate,” the CEO said.

My stomach tightened. I couldn’t let this juicy deal go but at the same time, it seemed like such a big risk to give up so much if anything goes wrong.

But then, I thought of what my father would do when he finds out about my debt and when everything wrong about the company gets out. I would definitely lose my seat then.

I grabbed my pen to prevent thinking any further and appended my signature on the paper with more force than necessary. Afterwards, my lawyer stamped it. The CEO signed his part while Leo also stamped it.

I glanced at Leo and saw him smiling like he had won a trophy.

That wasn’t what bothered me.

The question was, did I just land a million-dollar deal, or did I sign away the empire I spent years building?







Chapter 22


Not A Competition, Step-sister

Zara’s POV

I barely slept a wink, horrified that we had been found out.

The words of the text still clung to me like smoke after a fire.

“You and your fiancé make a lovely couple. Embrace each other next time. You’re being watched.”

I wondered who could have sent that message. Did they hear us fight? Were they sent by Zane? Or Elora? I doubt they found out anything. Lovers quarrel all the time. They couldn’t do anything with that scene.

It’s probably just a ploy to make me unsettled, but this is even going to make me stronger than ever. I’d show them, whoever it was, that they couldn’t bring me down the second time. That I had become untouchable.

The only thing that could cause an uproar is Leo refusing to cooperate with me. The way he slammed the door was scary. I hadn’t meant to go that far, but I just couldn’t shake that feeling off. After everything I had lost, I couldn’t afford to trust blindly again.

Plus, now I know I had nothing to worry about, concerning him. But I saw it in Leo’s eyes while he flipped through the pages and looked back at me. Not just shock or anger, but disappointment. As though I had betrayed him.

And that made my throat ache surprisingly.

Mia was already waiting in my office when I walked in. I wore all black today—a sharp blazer, pants, and a silk blouse. I made sure to integrate composure in every step I took, and of course, heads turned to look at me and bowed in honour.

I noticed they had taken down Madilyn’s golden photograph.

“That’s more like it,” I thought, a smirk tugging at my lips.

“You said you received a warning message. Do you know who sent it?” she asked before I could even sit down.

“I did,” I replied as I tossed my bag on the table and hung my blazer on the coat rack neatly positioned beside me.

I moved towards the window, arms crossed as I gazed out at the skyscrapers opposite us.

“And I don’t think it's the press.”

“I don’t think it was Zane either. He followed me to the cemetery, you know. But Leo gave him a good warning.”

I let out a soft, proud smile as I remembered the scene.

“The number isn’t traceable. Must be from a burner phone.”

“So you’re guessing, Elora?” Mia asked.

“Well, I’ve got a lot of enemies since my return. It could be anyone at this point.”

Her brows furrowed. “What did Leo say about the message?”

I shook my head. “He left before the message came in.”

“Left?” Her eyes widened as she pressed her hands tightly against her mouth.

“No, no, no, it’s not what you think…”

But she started laughing hysterically.

“It wasn’t my house, okay? My Dad got us the house.”

“A house?” she looked astonished.

I nodded slowly. “Yup, he thought it’d be good, we have a house to ourselves to gain the public’s and company’s approval.”

“As a ‘strong couple’,” I said, making air quotes with my fingers.

We both burst into laughter.

“So why did he leave?”

I didn’t answer.

She looked at me warily. “Zara, what happened between you and Leo?”

“He saw the file you gave me,” I finally muttered.

“Damn. I told you to keep it locked away, girl.”

“I know. I forgot. Everything happened so fast.”

A knock on the door interrupted us.

Before either of us could respond, Madilyn waltzed in like she owned the place, her pink lips curved in a smirk like she caught onto something. She dropped the file she came in with on the table. Inside it were financial documents, projections, and forecasts, all from one of the most promising divisions.

“Why are you showing me this?” I asked, my voice sharp.

“Since you are in the mood for fixing things and calling new shots, I brought another mess for you to handle,” she said with a pout. “Or what, can’t you solve it? Have you suddenly chickened out of the game before it even started?”

I skimmed through the numbers that clearly weren’t balanced and errors so obvious that even a junior auditor could spot them. I looked at Madilyn, still standing with her hand placed on her hip like she’d just dropped a bomb.

“You know what’s funny?” I dropped the file back on the table. “It’s the fact that you think this will shake me or put me on edge.”

Her smirk faded slightly.

“Except that you just handed proof that you’re either grossly negligent at what you do or how you lead, or you’re just completely incompetent,” I said as I circled around my office, heels clicking with every word.

“Or…” I gasped to add theatrical spice. “Have you been deliberately cooking the numbers?”

Her jaw clenched.

“If this comes out, guess who will be attacked? You, my love.”

I stood very close in front of her, just so that we were a few inches apart, and whispered, “And just so you know, daddy won’t be there to protect you from an audit.”

“Is this how you want to play? By scaring me into silence with threats?”

I looked around. “Who made use of threats here?”

“Unlike you, Madilyn, I don’t need threats, and I have actual facts that I know how to use.”

“You’ve been so busy playing CEO that you forgot to be an actual leader. This division is under your care, and you just foolishly handed me a rope to tie you down with.”

Madilyn’s face went pale, colour draining from her cheeks.

I moved close to her, smiled like a viper, and rested my two hands on her shoulders to put her in her place.

“And just so you know, this isn’t a game because you’re not even a worthy competition. Get to business, and if you need to, take some classes.”

Her eyes met mine sharply. They were filled with so much rage. She removed herself from my grasp and reached for the door. But she paused and looked back at me.

“You think you have it all together? Next time, when you’re arguing with your fiancé, do it indoors where no one can see or hear you.”

She gave a menacing smile and left.






Chapter 23

My Perfect Sister

Madilyn’s POV

I slammed my office door so hard that the walls shook. The sound echoed through the room, matching the thunder in my heart.

My shaky hands opened the door of my cabinet and brought out an expensive whiskey needed for this moment. I poured myself a drink and gulped it down at once.

“Damn you, Zara” I screamed, throwing away the glass in my hand. It shattered against the wall in a spray of liquid and broken hearts.

How could she humiliate me like that? And even embarrass me in front of that cheap assistant of hers?

My legs gave out, and I landed on my chair, surrounded by the mess I made with my own hands. I thought I could put her in a tight spot and get her to back down from my position as heir. But I wasn’t smart about it.

She’s still the same. Hell, she’s worse.

All through our childhood, she never failed to make me feel so small when compared with her. She was Daddy’s perfect little daughter. And me? I kept struggling just so he’d accept me.

I was just twelve when my Mum took me to Dad’s house. I had always thought I didn’t have a father, but he was alive all along, and Zara was the one enjoying him, while I was constantly mocked for being a bastard.

I hated her immediately I saw her. I wept at the sight of the massive house with its manicured lawn and marble floors, promising me a new beginning and a family.

Then that scornful thing came to me with a fake smile and innocent eyes.

“Hi, I’m Zara. I never knew I had a sister. It’s nice to meet you.”

She hugged me so tightly that I could almost feel genuine joy, even when what I wanted was to feel hatred. Because she was the girl who had spent fifteen years enjoying everything I had been dreaming about. A Dad and a Mum, a home she belonged in, and a legacy secured by the Smiths.

I constantly watched her. Over dinner, Dad would rake her hair to the back with his fingers, but never did that for me. His excuse was that she lost her mum, but what about me, who needed fatherly love?

I didn’t know how to use my cutlery on the first night, as my Mum and I had always used our hands to eat whatever we managed to find.

“Perhaps you could learn from your sister, Madilyn,” Dad said.

Then I saw it. The perfect lens through which he saw her and the comparison that followed.

It was years after Zara left, but he still compared her work with mine all the time. Zara this, Zara that. I got so sick and tired of that name.

Why did she have to come back after I had already started to win necessary favours?

I grabbed another glass and hurled it across the office. The sound of it scattering across the floor brought an odd satisfaction.

I felt so small. I often doubted myself. I always felt I wasn’t enough. Hell, I hated my own reflection and tried to look like Zara.

“Maybe Daddy would love me more”, I thought.

But nothing changed. He still saw me as the imperfect one, his little mistake with his mistress.

I looked at the shattered glass on the floor, catching a reflection of my face. I didn’t recognize the girl staring back. I had tried so hard to put up a show in front of everyone to be the daughter he wanted. Poised, proper, confident, and composed. I started to sound like her, walk like her, and buy her type of shoes and dresses.

But I was never her. I would never be Zara Smith.

Then my door slowly opened. I didn’t have to look up. I knew it was my mother, Evelyn. The scent of her expensive perfume filled the entire room–roses and lavender.

“Madilyn?” she said softly.

She made her way in, her heels clicking amidst the shattered glass, then paused when she saw the wreckage more clearly.

“What mess have you made here?”

She didn’t expect my answer, but took in a deep breath, which told me she understood.

“Oh, sweetheart…”

She shut the door gently and came closer to me, making her way delicately through the glass like she was walking through a battlefield.

“This is about her, isn’t it?” she asked as she brushed my sweaty hair from my face.

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I fought them from coming out.

“She made me look like a fool today, Mum. And she did so in the presence of her assistant, who looked at me like I was pathetic.”

She closed her eyes and tilted her head as she bit her lips.

“She’s always held herself to be higher than you. That’s her disease—overconfidence.”

I shook my head.

“No, it’s not just that. It’s Dad. He sees her as the prize. Every single time. She walked in after six whole years, and suddenly, I’m invisible. I’ve worked so hard. I’ve earned my place. But he chose to overlook them. None of them mattered to him because the prodigal daughter had returned.”

Her lips curved in a bitter, knowing smile.

“Your father’s undying love for Zara is his greatest weakness, darling. And we can prey on that if we act wisely.”

I dried my teary eyes with my fingers.

“What do you mean?”

She straightened her tailored peach suit and walked to the window.

“Zara may be perfect in his eyes, but perfection has its limits. It’s like an air castle that can easily be punctured and send everything crumbling down, and I know just how to do that.”

My heart began thudding as I stared at her.

She turned back to me, her eyes gleaming with fire.

“I managed to kick your sister out once, and I can do it again.”

“You did what?” I asked.

“Years ago, just before she left, the idiot came to me for motherly advice. She said she had fallen in love with an illegitimate billionaire, and she knew her dad wouldn’t approve of it.”

“He said she could either choose to be with that lover of hers or remain an heir to Smith Holdings. Of course, I saw that as an opportunity and advised her to follow her heart and not her head.”

“And just as I expected, she renounced her legacy and went to be with him. Call me a master manipulator.”

She laughed and folded her arms in pride.

“The day I watched her assemble all her belongings, load them in the trunk, and take off was the happiest day of my life.”

“Wow, Mum. It was because of you all along?”

She looked around and pressed her index finger against her lips.

“Shhhhh…”

I was too stunned to speak. I had thought she was just so foolish to abandon all the good things she had going on for herself. I’ve never been more proud to be my mother’s daughter.

She grabbed a seat and sat down.

“It won’t take much to take her out again. It’s nothing that would put us in trouble. We just need to show your father that the daughter he adores is not the woman he thinks she is.”

I rose to my feet slowly.

“How?”

She smiled.

“We start with her credibility. We have to cook a lie around her time away. I’ll reach out to a few people on the board who owe me favors to corroborate whatever we make up. Also, the media can be easily controlled with the right amount.”

“But what if that doesn’t work?”

“Then things will get dirty until she is entirely discredited in the eyes of everyone that her father cannot use his influence to cover up for her.” She said, her voice more confident.

Then I remembered what I saw.

“I think I could also get something damning on her.”

“What is that?” she asked.

“Apparently, I saw her and dad leave last night, so I followed them. They got to this house he might have gotten for her, because he left her there. Then her fiancé came, and they seemed to have a heated fight. I don’t know exactly what it is yet but I can dig into that to find anything damning.”

“Okay, you do just that,” she said, her face beaming with pride.

I felt something leap for joy inside me. For once, I would have the upper hand.




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