All Chapters of The Heiress Escape: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The faint sound of an engine rumbling outside made him freeze. He bolted upright, his heart pounding as he hurried to the window. Peering through the curtains, he saw her car pulling into the driveway.His breath caught.Charles froze at the window as the headlights of her car dimmed. His heart thudded when he saw Suzanne step out, her figure poised but relaxed. For a fleeting moment, a hopeful smile tugged at his lips—until the passenger door opened.Liam.Charles’s breath hitched as he watched the man step out of the car, moving with an ease and confidence that Charles couldn’t help but resent.Then, he saw it.Suzanne laughed.It wasn’t just a polite chuckle or a forced smile. It was genuine, the kind of laughter that lit up her face, her eyes sparkling in a way Charles hadn’t seen in years. She leaned slightly toward Liam, her hand brushing against his arm as they shared some private joke.Charles’s chest tightened, a sharp pang of jealousy and regret stabbing through him. That la

Paul looked around briefly, as if making sure no one was nearby before he spoke again. "There's been some... rumors. About you. About your marriage. They've been spreading all over the place. It’s all over social media."Suzanne felt her stomach tighten. The air in the room seemed to grow heavier, her heart pounding as she instinctively reached for her phone. She hadn’t expected this—hadn’t anticipated that her personal life, the mess she was still trying to untangle, would become fodder for the public. The last thing she needed was her business and reputation to be dragged through the mud.Paul continued, looking at her with a mix of concern and disbelief. "It’s... it’s bad, Suzanne. Some of the stuff they’re saying is... well, it’s not true, but it’s everywhere. You might want to check it out."Suzanne’s mind raced. She could already feel the weight of everything crashing down on her—the public scrutiny, the whispers, the rumors that could never be erased. Her hands trembled slightl

Suzanne entered the café with a brisk, purposeful stride. Her heels clicked against the tiled floor, the sound echoing in the small space as she made her way to the table where Charles was already seated. He stood up quickly as she approached, his expression one of cautious optimism."You're on time," he said, his voice slightly tense but hopeful.Suzanne didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she pulled out the chair and sat down across from him, placing her bag on the chair next to her. She surveyed the scene around them for a moment before her gaze returned to Charles. His eyes searched hers, waiting for a sign that she would engage."Well?" Suzanne’s tone was cool, distant. "You wanted this chance. So, talk."Charles hesitated, his fingers drumming nervously on the edge of his coffee cup. He took a deep breath and finally spoke, his voice more subdued than before."Suzanne, I know I’ve been a fool. I know I’ve hurt you more times than I can count, and I can’t take back the things I’

Charles drove in silence, the mountain roads twisting around them as the cold air outside grew sharper. He could tell Suzanne was deep in thought, her gaze distant as she looked out the window, lost in the blur of the landscape. It wasn’t until they reached the narrow road leading up to the inn that she turned her attention to him.“You remember this place?” she asked, her voice soft, almost unsure.“I do,” Charles said, keeping his eyes on the road, focusing on the driving. “It’s where we met.”Suzanne smiled faintly, the hint of a memory flickering in her eyes. “Yeah, I used to come up here a lot. It helped me stay in character for the role... clear my head. I needed the solitude to focus.”Charles nodded, taking the sharp turn up to the inn nestled in the trees. The thick snow blanketed the ground, and the towering pines seemed to close in around them. He knew this place meant a lot to her. But he didn’t want to bring up anything from their past—not yet. Instead, he focused on her.

Liam’s heart raced as he followed the kidnappers' car, every fiber of his being focused on catching up. He kept his distance, his car silently gliding through the winding mountain roads, the headlights from the kidnappers’ vehicle illuminating the night. He could see Suzanne through the window, struggling against her captors, her face a mask of fear.Inside the car, Suzanne kicked, clawed, and screamed, but there was nothing she could do. The men were too strong, too relentless. Her chest heaved with desperation, her mind spinning. "Who sent you?" she screamed, her voice shaky but defiant. "I’ll pay double! Triple! Just let me go!"The leader of the kidnappers laughed, a harsh, cruel sound. "You can't out pay our sender," he sneered.Liam’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening on the wheel. He wasn’t going to let them get away. Not this time.Without a second thought, he slammed his foot on the gas pedal, his car surging forward like a predator closing in on its prey. His tires screeche