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CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE: QUEEN ARIS
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THE REVENGE OF THE CHUBBY HEIRESS CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN: SHATTERED GLASS
STEPHEN I was supposed to be reviewing Queen Aris’s work. She was the new designer Mr Road had found. I wanted to meet her, but he had said that she wanted to remain anonymous. However, every time I looked at the drawings, I couldn't help but remember the way Jessie looked in that blue dress, the way her hips swayed as she walked out without looking back. I was stupid to have let her go just because of some pride. I shouldn't have let this happen this way.“Are you listening to me, Stephen?" Isabella shook my shoulders, her voice sounding like a mosquito in my ear. “Not now, Isa..." My voice was sharp as I eased out of her grip on me and got off the sofa, allowing the papers to fall to the ground beside me. I paced around, realising she had used my words on me. ‘Partnership and business contacts' – I had only said that because I didn't want to scare her away with the growing feelings I had for her that I couldn't understand. "Stephen? "Where are you going?” She stood up as well.
THE REVENGE OF THE CHUBBY HEIRESS CHAPTER FORTY-SIX: TO TOUCH HER
JESSIETina arrived, lugging a huge suitcase behind her. She had brought a kit she referred to as the ‘war kit’. It had makeup items that probably belonged to a makeup artist and dresses she had bought because she was sure they would fit me. “I don't know… "I don't think I want to go," I said as I lay down, pulling the covers over my body. When I had agreed to go dancing on a Friday night, it sounded like the best idea, but now I didn't want to have to leave Isabella and Stephen alone. It was like I was giving them what they wanted. “So what? You'll stay in bed all evening and be sad?” “Sad?” I murmured, cosying into the blanket. “I am definitely not sad." “Then we are going dancing." She ripped the blanket off my body, allowing the cold air from the air conditioner to sweep the bottom of my feet. “Come on, come on, get up." She was already pulling me out of bed. In less than thirty minutes she had rubbed makeup on my face, and I was barely recognising myself. She threw a silk
THE REVENGE OF THE CHUBBY HEIRESS CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE: QUEEN ARIS
JESSIEI managed to find an excuse to get them out of my room. Stephen looked like a lost puppy as I pushed them out, but I didn't let it get to me. He could have as much fun with Isabella as he wanted. I didn't care about what he did. I closed my eyes and shook my head. Scratch that. I very much cared about what he did. I sat by my desk and began to work on my portfolio, the one Mr Road had asked me to present. Subconsciously, my hands move over the keyboard, and the name Queen Aris stares back at me. “Queen Aris" – I tested the name on my tongue and nodded in satisfaction. I had found my alias so easily. I drowned the thought of Stephen betraying me by immersing myself in extreme work. Surprisingly, the inspiration flowed better now that I was angry with him. The next morning, Isabella had taken over the kitchen once more. She prepared a plate of fruit and demanded that it be all we ate for breakfast because it was 'healthy'. “You need to look after your health, Jessie." She s
THE REVENGE OF THE CHUBBY HEIRESS CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR: A PRIVATE DESIGNER
JESSIEIt's just been a full day, and yet every corner of the house was filled with Isabella's perfume. The flowery scent had an oud undertone. I didn't know if it was that I hated oud and flowers or if it was this woman who was clearly crossing her boundaries with Stephen right in front of my eyes. I had met with the board director, who was bent on bringing me on board. I had struggled with myself all night. I wanted that role so badly because not only was it a step up from what we currently had, but it was also fulfilling the very dream that took me into designing. To become a world-renowned designer on my own merit. “Mrs Harrington, I am so glad you agreed to meet with me," the board member said as I slid into the seat across from him. He looked so pleased that I was forced to believe his words. It was weird hearing someone call me by that name. I had been married for almost a month now, and it didn't feel like I was ever going to bear that name. “I want the job," I said, and
THE REVENGE OF THE CHUBBY HEIRESS CHAPTER FORTY-THREE: BOILING IN JEALOUSY.
I AM SO SORRY FOR THE DOUBLE CHAPTER 42. IT WAS AN ERROR DURING UPLOAD. IT WILL BE RECTIFIED AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. TO MAKE UP FOR IT, THERE WILL BE A FREE CHAPTER BY THE END OF THE MONTH. THANK YOU FOR READING. ENJOY!STEPHEN A continuous ticking feeling in my head, the way my eyes hurt when I tried to open them and the dryness of my throat. I woke up fully tucked in bed, and the last thing I remembered was sipping on a bottle of scotch. I closed my eyes and tried to focus. The events of last night came rushing back in. I left the bar and ended up somehow at Jessie’s door. I remembered her holding me, and me leaning in. “Do I make you uncomfortable?” The question slipped out of my mouth, and I gasped in mortification. I never got drunk, always controlled, always managed, but the thought of Jessie alone had driven me to drink and exposed me before her. “Ugh!” I ran my hand through my hair and then my face. “I had to fix this, and I had to fix this fast." Luckily, nothing could
THE REVENGE OF THE CHUBBY HEIRESS CHAPTER FORTY-TWO: TIPSY ALMIGHTY
JESSIE EARLIER THAT MORNING. The White Scandal is on every screen in the office. Even though it's obvious I am the victim of the scam Tiffany and her minions weren't ready to let it be that way. "Look what the cat dragged in" Tiffany sneered as I lowered myself into the chair. "It smells so much like trash in here" Sarah continued. I rolled my eyes and set my bag in front of me. I wasn't going to allow their words get to me. This was never my fault. It was all on Angela and Wade. "She's so fat that even her adoptive parents didn't want her" 'Ignore them Jessie, just ignore them' I changed over and over in my head. It didn't make sense for them to bully me but with people like them common sense was non existent. "Why would innocent people burden themselves with a pig?" Grace sneered. "The only use she had found for herself is to be bought and sold" Tiffany continued. "People like this shouldn't work here. It is making everyone else uncomfortable and it
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