All Chapters of The Heiress Escape: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Morning broke quietly over the estate, the sky painted in soft hues of gold and lavender. A crisp breeze rustled through the towering trees, carrying the distant chirping of birds. The estate grounds, usually serene, echoed with the laughter of a little boy at play.Little Charlie, barely a year and five months old, kicked his ball excitedly across the driveway, his tiny legs wobbling but determined. A shrill giggle escaped his lips as the ball rolled toward the gate—and then, past it.The toddler hesitated for only a second before chasing after it, his chubby legs carrying him through the open gate. But just as he reached for his ball, a large hand got to it first.Charlie stopped.He looked up.A man stood before him, the morning light casting an elongated shadow over his figure. Dressed in a crisp dark suit, he knelt to the child’s level, turning the ball between his fingers with a slow, deliberate motion.“Well, well,” the man mused, his lips curling into a smile. “Look who we hav

Back at the estate, the air was still, save for the occasional rustling of the trees. Charles Langford stood by his study window, watching the estate across the street. His new neighbor’s party was set for tomorrow, but that wasn’t what intrigued him.No, it was the boy.Charlie.His smirk was slow, calculated.“What a small world,” he murmured to himself, lifting a glass of bourbon to his lips.Then, with a quiet chuckle, he turned away from the window.Tomorrow would be an interesting night for him and Suzanne Smith.---Liam’s car was silent, save for the rhythmic tapping of his fingers against the steering wheel. His phone sat on the dashboard, the screen lit with a familiar name—Suzanne Smith.He exhaled sharply, pressing the call button again.Ring.Ring.Ring.Nothing.The call went to voicemail. Again.Liam clenched his jaw, his grip tightening on the wheel. He had lost count of how many times he had tried to reach her today. Morning. Afternoon. And now, after the heated confr

Suzanne’s breath hitched. “Fifty million?” she repeated in disbelief. “Are you serious? How could my father—”“I don’t make the deals, Suzanne,” Finn interrupted, his voice low and steady. “I just fulfill them. And right now, I’m letting you know that you’ve got three days to pay it off, or I’ll drag you straight to the marriage office myself.”The words hung in the air like a storm cloud, heavy and unrelenting. Suzanne stood frozen for a moment, the enormity of the situation sinking in.Fifty million dollars. The amount felt unreal, like a weight on her chest, a weight she couldn’t shake. “Three days?” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper, shock and fury mixing in her tone. “Three days to come up with fifty million? Do you think I have that kind of money lying around?”Finn didn’t flinch. “You don’t. But you can find a way. Or we can go the other route. Your father can’t afford to lose this deal, and neither can I.”Suzanne’s fists clenched at her sides, frustration and h

Charles sped toward the Smith estate, silently praying the party hadn’t ended yet. His heart pounded as he pulled into the front lawn, but just as he was about to step out, his phone buzzed.His mother. Again.And Sarah, too.He rolled his eyes, “What do you want, Mother?” he snapped.Laughter rang through the other end, rich with amusement.“You did well, my son.”His brows furrowed. “What?”“You went to bring back my daughter-in-law? Good boy. I’m proud of you.” Her voice dripped with satisfaction.Charles ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “How the hell do you already know?”“It’s everywhere. The news.”Of course.He pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s not as easy as you think, Mother. You do remember what we did to her, right?”His mother scoffed. “Don’t worry. If convincing her gets too tough, I’ll come myself.” The confidence in her tone was unsettling.Charles sighed. “I have to go.”“Keep me updated, son.”The line went dead.He barely had a moment to breathe bef

The Carter Specialist Hospital assembly hall was packed. Rows of white coats filled the seats, and the air buzzed with tension. Every doctor in attendance was waiting for one man.Dr. Liam Carter.And he was late.Murmurs rippled through the crowd, impatience growing with every ticking second.“He’s rude,” one doctor muttered under his breath.A woman beside him scoffed. “What do you expect? He’s the chairman’s son. They own this hospital.”“So that gives him the right to keep us all waiting?” another snapped. The older doctors at the front cleared their throats in annoyance, subtly agreeing but unwilling to voice it.Further back, among the younger-ranked doctors, a different conversation was brewing.“I heard he’s a genius.” A young male doctor leaned forward. “Graduated at the top of his class, turned down job offers from the best hospitals in the world—Harvard Medical, John Hopkins—just to do his own thing.”“Not just that,” another chimed in. “He performed his first major surgery