All Chapters of The Heiress Escape: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Suzanne entered her office, the familiar scent of polished wood and paperwork filling the air. She had just finished her introduction to the company, an event that had left her both proud and burdened. Her son, still too young to understand the weight of the moment, clutched his children’s tablet, his innocent eyes glued to the screen as he sat quietly in the corner. After planting a gentle kiss on his cheek, Suzanne finally settled into her chair. Nina, her sharp-eyed cousin, was already there, going over the latest updates on the company’s financials with the team.Suzanne folded her hands, leaning back slightly, giving her full attention to the conversation. “So, Nina, what’s our daily expense tally looking like these days?”Nina glanced at the others in the room before answering. “It’s about 70% of the company’s finance. A significant chunk.”Suzy looked up, her brow furrowing as she processed the figure. “Seventy percent? Of what exactly? What are we spending it on?”Before Nina

Suzanne and Liam walked into the company’s restaurant, their presence causing a ripple of whispers to spread among the employees already seated there. Heads turned, and conversations dropped to hushed tones as people observed the unusual sight."Who's the young man?" one woman murmured to her colleague, her eyes darting toward Liam. "He’s so handsome."Another leaned closer, her voice laced with judgment. "Why is the CEO eating here with us? Her father never does that. It’s classless."A younger voice cut in defensively. "C'mon, leave her alone. Suzanne Smith has more class than your entire generation."A group at the far end exchanged knowing glances, one of them pulling out a phone and scrolling. "Aww, they look so good together," another sighed wistfully.“Wait,” someone else interjected, showing the others a photo on her screen. “That’s Liam Carter, the second son of the Carter family.”Gasps rippled through the table. “Oh, what? No wonder he looks so handsome,” another replied, l

“What do you think about Finn Carter?”Suzanne froze mid-bite, her fork hovering over her plate. She looked up at her father with furrowed brows. “What should I think about Finn Carter?”Armstrong Smith leaned back in his chair, a faint, unreadable smile playing on his lips. “Well, he’s interested in you.”Suzy blinked, her grip on the fork loosening. “Interested in me? In what way?”Armstrong's calm demeanor didn’t waver. “He wants to marry you.”The words hit her like a slap. She didn’t even notice the coffee slipping from her lips as it dribbled back into her cup. “What?”“As part of a business arrangement,” Armstrong continued, his voice as casual as if he were discussing the weather. “He proposed the idea in exchange for assisting with our building project.”Suzy’s spoon clattered onto the table. She stared at him, disbelief washing over her face. “You made a deal… about me?” Her voice rose, trembling with anger.“It’s not like that, Suzanne,” Armstrong said firmly, though his ga

Suzanne walked briskly toward her car, her mind replaying Leo’s last words."If it weren't for Liam, I'd have never known about this. So the only person you should thank is him."She felt a pang of guilt settle in her chest. The way she had spoken to him earlier that morning—it hadn’t been fair. She sighed, fumbling for her car keys as she neared her vehicle.“Suzanne, wait!”The familiar voice made her pause. She turned to see Liam jogging toward her, his expression a mix of concern and determination.He stopped in front of her, slightly out of breath. “I—”“Let me go first,” she interrupted, raising a hand.Liam pressed his lips together, silently urging her to continue.“I’m sorry for the way I spoke to you this morning,” she began, her voice softer now. “I was frustrated with my father and everything happening around me, and I let it all out on you. It wasn’t fair, and I’m really sorry, Liam. Can you forgive me?”Her sincerity caught him off guard. He studied her for a moment befo

The volunteers scrambled, pushing open the clinic’s doors as Liam carried Suzanne inside, his grip firm but gentle.Suzanne peeked up at him through half-lidded eyes, her heartbeat thundering.He looked so serious, so focused, so… worried.She had never felt more safe.But she had also never felt more ridiculous.What kind of grown woman faked an illness just to get a man’s attention?…Her, apparently.Liam laid her down on one of the beds, his hands immediately moving to check her vitals. His brow furrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line of concentration.Even now, she couldn’t help but admire him—the sharpness of his jaw, the way his hair fell slightly over his forehead, the intensity in his gaze as he worked.Damn it. He had no right to look this good.“Tell me exactly what you’re feeling,” he said, his voice softer now, but laced with urgency.Suzanne gulped, her eyes flickering away. Maybe… maybe she should tell him the truth.That she wasn’t really sick.That she had only don