All Chapters of The Heiress Escape: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

A year and 10 months.The warm sunlight filtered through the lush greenery of the Smith estate garden as Suzanne sat opposite her father, Armstrong Smith. His stern expression mirrored the tension in the air, his hands clasped tightly around the ornate cane he rarely needed but always carried.“I’ve decided it’s time,” he began, his voice steady but unyielding. “The Smith Empire needs its rightful head, and that’s you, Suzanne.”Suzanne’s brow furrowed as she sat back in her chair. “Me?” she repeated, incredulous. “What about Nina? She’s been with the company for years. She knows it inside out.”Her father’s eyes narrowed, his tone laced with disapproval. “Nina is not a Smith. You are. And it’s high time you started acting like it.”Suzanne bristled, her voice rising. “I didn’t ask to be born into this family. And you can’t just expect me to walk back into a life I left behind and take over as if nothing happened.”Armstrong leaned forward, his grip tightening on the cane. “You left t

Laughter filled the luxurious bedroom as Suzanne lifted Charlie high above her head, his tiny giggles echoing through the room. His chubby hands reached for her face, his bright brown eyes filled with innocence and joy.“You like that, don’t you?” she teased, pressing a loud kiss against his soft cheek. Charlie squealed, clapping his hands, and Suzanne’s heart swelled with warmth.But then, the atmosphere shifted.The door creaked open, and the presence of Armstrong Smith sucked all the warmth from the room.Suzanne’s smile faltered as she lowered Charlie into her lap. Her father stood at the entrance, his sharp, calculating gaze locked onto her. Even in his old age, Armstrong carried an aura of absolute authority—one that demanded obedience without question.“Ms. Rose,” Suzanne murmured, giving the maid a quick nod.The maid, who had been standing quietly by the wall, immediately stepped forward and scooped Charlie into her arms. “Come on, sweetheart,” she cooed to the boy, who reach

Suzanne sat in the corner booth of the old, cozy restaurant, her fingers wrapped around a warm cup of tea. Outside the window, the streets of Vancouver stretched before her, unchanged in the years she had been away. The same bustling sidewalks, the same corner flower shop with its vibrant display, the same nostalgic scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting in from the café next door.Yet, something felt different.It wasn’t the city that had changed. It was her.Eight years had passed since she left, but stepping into this restaurant made it feel like she had never left at all. Like time had folded in on itself, dragging her back to a past she had carefully locked away. But today, it was seeping through the cracks, uninvited.The scent of freshly baked bread mingled with the rich aroma of simmering sauces, blending into the quiet hum of conversation and the soft clinking of silverware. The golden afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows, casting warm shadows on the worn wooden t

Mira stood outside the church, the heavy weight of anticipation pulling at her chest. Her mother, Eloise Dax, stood beside her, but Mira’s eyes were trained on the gates ahead, hoping for a sign, anything. The guests had already gathered inside, the music had started, and yet… her heart couldn’t settle. Not without Liam.Her mother’s hand rested on her shoulder, the grip both comforting and firm. "He won’t come, Mira," Eloise said quietly, her voice laden with the sharp edge of experience. "You should let Adam walk you down the aisle. It’s better this way."Mira's eyes flickered, a flash of frustration passing through her. She didn’t want Adam, her uncle, to be the one to walk her. It was supposed to be Liam—her brother. Her only brother to her. Her promise to him was everything. She knew alright, her father was supposed to walk her but Leo had never been the father she’d hoped for. "No, Mom. Liam said he would be here," Mira replied, her voice tight, but there was a quiet resolve in

The doors swung open, and Suzanne Smith entered the room. Heads turned, conversations halted, and all eyes fell on her. Her emerald-green dress shimmered, hugging her curves in all the right places. She walked with the confidence of a woman who knew her power, her dark hair cascading down her back like silk. Her steps were purposeful, her gaze steady, though she could feel Liam Carter’s piercing eyes on her from across the room.“She’s my only daughter, Suzanne,” Armstrong Smith declared proudly, his voice cutting through the room.Leo Carter leaned back in his chair, a glint of admiration in his sharp eyes. “Really? She’s grown to be this beautiful? The last time I saw her, she was just a kid,” he said with an easy smile, his tone tinged with nostalgia.His remark drew a ripple of laughter from the other men.“Yes,” Armstrong responded, chuckling lightly. “Children grow, don’t they?”Polite nods followed as Suzanne approached the table. She bowed slightly in acknowledgment, her expre