Messed With The Wrong Heiress

I gasped. His words are like bombshells and I actually pinched myself to make sure I'm not dreaming.D- Divorce? “B- But…” I stammered, suddenly losing the ability to speak. I don't understand his words.Maybe I do, but I can't bring myself to digest them.“I know, our contract is supposed to end in three months,” Raymond continued, his tone dry. It's as if he couldn't wait to tell me this. As if he has come right here after waking up to lift this load off his shoulder.Did I do something wrong? Did I fail in pleasing him? Why does he want a divorce all of a sudden?As I grappled with confusion, Raymond reached out and patted my hair. It's as if he can read my mind. “You've done a good job. In fact, I'll double your pay. Get ready. We'll meet Grandpa later. Remember our initial plan.”Our plan is to divorce after the contract ends. I'll tell his grandfather that I can no longer be with him, and Raymond will happily release me.No- I can't. I grabbed his hands, almost instinc

…~RAYMOND~Damnit! Did I mess up?I wiped my face in frustration as I chugged down my final glass of beer. Blair confessed that she loves me. I can't believe it. I haven't been myself ever since she said those words, ‘I love you.’She doesn’t mean them, does she?What am I even doing here when I should be searching for her? It has been three days and she hasn't returned.Ever since she left that morning, she never showed up again. I can't reach her on the phone because she left it at home.Maybe I shouldn't have said those words.But seeing what she did to Cassie, I completely lost it. Cassie has suffered a lot. Blair has always made her life difficult, yet, she does her best to please her. I can't fathom how a sibling will hate the other so much. “Dude, you haven't answered my question.” Daryl snapped his fingers, breaking me out of my thoughts. “What's beating you up? Damn, you look out of it.”Music boomed from the ground floor, dimming some of his words.I've come to the

The man's expression shifted from disbelief to hate. He looked as if he would murder me on the spot.“What's with the gloomy face?” His Grandfather butted in, staring at him with a frown. “Isn't that what you came to tell me?”Raymond’s dark expression transformed into normal. It was obviously difficult for him to pretend to be happy as he constantly sent secret glares in my direction. He sat down beside the old man as well and murmured, “Blair and I haven't thought it over yet. We'll discuss and-”“If you haven't thought it over, why come to me?” Grandpa George cut him off, giving him an incredulous look. “Or is it that you're here for something else?”His Grandfather probably has guessed what brought us.It must be why the old man looked wary when we came in. He didn't allow Raymond to speak further. Turning to me, he took my hands. “That's very thoughtful of you, Dear. You see, I've been lonely for so long. It's better you move in here and give birth to my great-grandkids while

After Raymond left, the whole place sank into silence before the snickers continued. “Typical poor girl latching onto a rich man.”“It seems the Young Master isn't in love with her.”“What a pity. She thinks she'll become the future matriarch.”“Matriarch my foot. She must work hard first to keep her position as Mrs. Reece.”I glared in the ladies’ direction, but it didn't stop them from gossiping.Grandpa George watched Raymond's back with a look of displeasure flashing in his eyes. He then turned to me. “Don't mind him. He's mad because Grandpa scolded him for you last night.” That, I thought.Well, Raymond isn't only mad because of Grandpa George scolding him.He hates me, and I know. Staring at my food blankly, I suddenly lost the appetite to eat. The sight of the boiled crab alone had my stomach churning, causing me to lose balance. I sprang to my feet, my eyes darting around for the nearest washroom.“Ha! Can't bear the humiliation, Mrs. Matriarch?”“I bet she's gone to be

Blair’s POVFor a moment, I thought he was faking it in order to get me to leave the room. But an adult couldn't possibly play that silly game, right?“Ray! Raymond!” I called out to him, shaking his heavy frame. He didn't move. Dread settled in my stomach, and my fingers trembled, the sight of the unconscious man making me imagine horrible scenarios in my head.Has he been sick?If not, why would he faint out of nowhere? Sprinkling water on his face didn't work to wake him up. My loud screams alone has alerted all the servants nearby.The bodyguards came and took him to the car. The whole mansion was in chaos when everyone heard about it. “Are you sure you didn't notice anything strange with him?” Grandpa George took me to a corner and asked while we paced in the hospital’s emergency room’s hallway.“Strangely, I didn't, Grandpa.” Wiping my tears, I shook my head.No, I'm not faking it. The thought of Raymond lying there with his condition unknown is devastating. Surely, he's