All Chapters of Undercover The Sole Heir: Chapter 111 - Chapter 119

Jemima fell silent, her eyes still glistening with tears. After all, Julian was right — in the middle of all their hardships, how could she even worry about having a child? She wiped her tears away. "I am happy, Julian." They fell quiet for a moment, simply enjoying the warmth of their bodies and souls united. That night, within the silence of the soundproof room, their love bloomed beautifully — yet beneath that beauty lay a secret that might one day change their lives forever. *** The next morning, Julian woke to find Jemima no longer beside him. He glanced around the room, and faintly heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. The scent of soap and Jemima’s skin lingered in the air, stirring his desire. Julian rose immediately and walked toward the bathroom. When he opened the door, he saw Jemima inside, showering. Through the glass, her soft, naked form was visible — standing beneath the streaming water, her wet hair clinging to her cheeks, water cascading over

Jemima grew even more confused. "I never damaged your dress! I don’t even know what you’re talking about!" "What happened last night was purely an accident," Jemima explained, trying to defend herself. Sarah scoffed. "Don’t play innocent! I know you did it! And I won’t stop until you replace my dress!" Jemima fell silent, her heart pounding wildly. She was lost, unsure what to do. The incident last night should have been settled — between Sarah, her fiancé’s family, and Victor. Yet Sarah insisted Jemima was to blame. What was she supposed to do? While Jemima was lost in thought, Sarah suddenly snatched her bag and emptied its contents onto the floor. Jemima shouted in anger, her patience finally snapping. "Are you insane?!" she cried. "Give me back my bag!" Sarah laughed cruelly as she grabbed the bag back. The commotion drew a crowd; people began gathering around them, and someone even whispered that security should be called. Jemima and Sarah tugged at the bag between them. R

"Ow! Hey — what was that for?!" Julian yelped as he suddenly felt a sharp pinch on his waist. "Don't be so rude," Jemima chided him. "Mr. Victor. Miss Sarah. Call them respectfully," she added. "Oh… right," Julian replied, nodding slowly. "Wait — hold on," he said, looking at her strangely. Jemima gave him a knowing look. "Fine, but that woman humiliated you. Why should we be polite? Don't you have any self-respect?" Julian asked, making Jemima's eyes widen. Jemima sighed. "Julian, this isn't about self-respect. This is about decency. We can't be cruel to others, even when they are cruel to us." "But she was cruel!" Julian protested. "She mocked you!" "I know," Jemima answered calmly. "She pulled your hair and slammed your head against the wall!" Julian added. "Yes, I know. But that doesn't mean we have to be cruel in return. We have to show that we are better than that." "You always do this," Julian grumbled. "Always wanting to look good in everyone's eyes. Don't you ever

The man finished paying for her things, while Sarah, too proud to stay and face the embarrassment, turned and hurried out of the boutique — so quickly that her rescuer had to rush after her. "Sarah Anthony?!" "Wait!" Sarah stopped in her tracks. The man who had just paid for her shopping knew her name. "H-here… these are yours," he said, catching his breath. Sarah stood frozen, staring at him in confusion. "Ah, right. Allow me to introduce myself — William Maxim," he said, extending his hand while carefully setting down her shopping bags. Sarah, who had no idea who he was at first, was stunned when she realized his identity. William, from the powerful Maxim family, was a man of great influence and connections. Sarah, burning with a thirst for revenge, immediately saw an opportunity in this meeting. "Ah… the son of the Maxim family? It’s an honor to meet you, Mr. William." "Just call me William — we’re practically the same age," he replied with a smile, offering his hand. Sara

Thankfully, William had suddenly appeared and aligned himself with her — Sarah was now certain that it wouldn’t be long before Dante and Jemima were torn apart. But would their plan actually succeed? *** Several weeks passed, and Julian and Jemima only grew more romantic. They were utterly in love, and Julian felt the time was coming to finally tell Jemima the truth about who he really was. That evening, he planned a special dinner at the hotel’s restaurant — a night she would never forget. He hoped that this time, his wife would listen without jumping to conclusions — and without laughing at him. Earlier that day, before their dinner plans, he dragged Victor along to a boutique. He practically forced his best friend to come with him, even though he knew Victor was in the middle of an important meeting. "Dante, these guests flew in from overseas. It really isn’t the right time…" "It doesn’t matter. They can fly back for all I care," Dante cut in. "Either way — you’re driving m