MasukJESSIEI glanced at the clock and back at Stephen. He had been on the phone for thirty minutes now. We barely had fifteen hours left. It didn't feel like enough time to save Timothy Moore anymore, and now I was preparing myself for the worst.Evelyn was in the corner, sipping on a tea that was supposed to calm her nerves after the outburst. She confessed that Isabella had convinced her that if she could convince Stephen to begin the divorce process and come to her, she would pull the plug and stop things with Cole. I just couldn't understand Evelyn. If she had been in my position in the past, was she not supposed to extend more grace to me? Yet it felt like she was the first to bury me deep if anything happened. If Timothy Moore died while kidnapped, then Cole could pin the blame on us. I could only imagine all the tales he was going to fabricate just to prove his stupid point. My phone chimed with a message. 'It's Allen, Jessie.' I was ready to block him again. I couldn't believe
JESSIETime was ticking faster than any of us could keep track, and not quite spryly, Cole was able to cover his tracks. Even though the Rockefeller family were already on the verge of collapsing, they still had the network to cover it up. They had moved Timothy, and tracking their phones seemed useless. While Stephen’s “I am sorry, Mr Harrington; there was nothing we could do," the doctor apologised, with his team looking like they were ready to find a way out of this mess. I don't blame them one bit. Being in such a stuck situation, I would also want a way. “They were armed and moved…” “Can you guarantee that he would still be breathing?" “They came in a high-tech ambulance, and they had a medical practitioner with them. I am sure they would keep him alive," the doctor replied. I breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. It had been six hours since we got the message from Cole, and there had not been any significant progress. “Thank you for your service." Stephen dismissed them
JESSIE“Why doesn't Mrs Moore explain to the press why she held such an extravagant burial ceremony for a man in a coma?" Stephen asked. Lauren’s steps faltered. She turned abruptly to run off, but men were already standing in her path, forming a wall before her. “Answer the question, Mrs Moore," the crowd chanted over and over again. She turned to the crowd and slowly took off her sunglasses. I like how everyone thought she was moaning so hard; hence the need for the sunglasses. But underneath the glasses was a fully made-up face. Almost like she was picture-ready. “I had no choice," she gasped, holding her chest like she was about to pass out. “The stock prices were falling, and he was not getting any better…” “So, for the control of the company, you kept your husband in a sedated phase for thirteen years?” I asked. She shot me a death glare. Her hand clenched into a fist. With the way her eyes narrowed, it was obvious that if we weren't in public, she would have been charging
STEPHEN“I let that wife of yours stay because I thought she might have a better impact on our company due to her identity," Grandfather's voice echoed through the phone. “But it's been scandal after scandal." “Grandfath…” “I give you a week; if you can't solve this, then you get a divorce and marry someone better." “Someone better? Someone like Isabella?" I scoffed. “She may have made a few mistakes before, but the truth is she has a better reputation than your current wife." My hand on the phone tightened, my knuckles hurting from the pressure. “You won't have to worry; I will make sure she has the right reputation."“Being a Harrington and the head of the family comes with its own difficulties; you must learn to navigate these issues and resolve them fast." “I wouldn't be having this issue if your son were not trying to sabotage me." I knew very well that Cole was the mastermind behind this. Having his grandfather remove him didn't mean he was just going to give up. “Then
JESSIE“Can you please get that?” I asked, gently tapping Stephen’s chest with my eyes closed. I was sure we were both going to sleep in after the wild night, but our phones have been going off since the sun started peeking out of the sky. I had tried to ignore the ringing, but it didn't seem to stop. "It's not mine," Stephen shifted, grinding his teeth as he spoke. I groaned, sitting up and pushing the fallen strands of hair over my face to the back of my head. Forced my eyes open and caught his phone ringing loudly, mine joining in the next second. I tapped his chest until his eyes opened. “You need to get that." I got out of bed and picked up my phone, strolling to the couch. I dropped onto the couch and picked up the call from my assistant, Chloe. “Ms Moore..."I hated the way her voice made me feel. It left a lingering bitter taste in my throat. Stephen finally got out of bed. He slapped the phone to his ear and murmured a low warning that made my entire core shake. “What
JESSIEHe pulled away, leaving me breathless. The sound of my heart hammering in my chest. I tried to move closer, but he threw his head back just a bit. His pupils were dilated, and his cheeks flushed red. I pouted and linked my hands on his neck, pulling him down. "Jessie, we should stop. You are…” “Do you think I am not good enough?” I pouted, cutting him off before he could list all the reasons we had to stop. His eyes widened. He shook his head and let out a heavy breath. “Where did you get that from?” I raised my leg gently. The tip of my toe running across the length of his legs pressed on my side. "Even when I seduce you, you don't seem to be affected by it," I whispered. The sound of my voice dropping several octaves. He grabbed my leg before I could get to his waist and pulled me closer. I was now seated on his lap. He scanned my face and tilted his head. “I am only holding back." “Why are you holding back?” My chest was huffing heavily. I could still feel the buzz of
JESSIE“Jessie, I can explain." “You don't need to." I stopped Stephen before he could try. I did want to hear what he had to say; I was curious, but I didn't want to hear the answer at the same time. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to bear it. After listening to Matthew talk yesterday, I knew i
JESSIEEvelyn couldn't risk her position on the Harrington board to save her 'friends,' so after Stephen's warning, she ran out of the room in anger and locked herself in her room. “You will regret this," she screamed over and over again as she ran out of the room. Isabella also sprinted out of t
STEPHEN“Have a good night, Mrs Harrington and Ms Rockefeller." Jessie doesn't even spare me a glance as she pushes between my mother and Isabella, storming off angrily. I caused this; I should have said something or done anything to make sure things didn't end up like this. Instead, I just stood
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







