All Chapters of OVERNIGHT HEIRESS : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Amelia's POVI was alone when I woke up, and I couldn't remember falling asleep. I did remember being attended to by a number of maids, who had helped keep my body cool and given me medicine that helped me throw up whatever Ray had drugged me with.I knew now that it was Ray who had drugged me. Now that I could think clearly, I remembered that the only thing I had taken was that lemonade she handed to me.I still couldn't believe that she of all people would do something like that. If it had been Jackie, I would have expected it, but Ray?I knew we had our issues, but I never would have imagined that she was that sort of person. Well. We never really knew anyone, did we?I was still lost in thought when I heard a knock on the door. I looked up just in time to see a young maid poke her head in."Miss Domitia?" she said. "Are you awake?"'What does it look like?' I thought.But being harsh to Julian's servants didn't sound like a good idea, so I just said yes."Mr Lake sent me to ask yo

Ray's POVThe plan was to record a tape of Isabella with that man and release it on the internet. Jackie said that the drug was supposed to make her more… cooperative, but I should have known that Jackie was lying again. I was getting the report from this guy now, and I was so disappointed to learn that she was actually fighting him off. That wasn't going to look good for the rumor I was trying to spread.Everyone was supposed to see her being a slut, not resisting like that.What were the odds? The one time I needed her to be a pick me girl, she disappointed.That left me sitting on my bed and editing the video on my laptop. The earlier I sent it out, the earlier everyone could see the sort of person she was. The earlier JULIAN LAKE could see the sort of person she was. Then he would break up with her, and the coast would be clear for me to win his heart. At least that was what Jackie promised me when she came up with this plan. Hopefully, she wasn't lying this time.My hands paused

Julian's POVI watched the city lights blur past as the car sped through the streets, but my mind was far from calm. The rage still simmered beneath my skin, a storm I barely kept contained. Rachelle’s face haunted me—not the terrified one from the car ride, but the smug, scheming expression I had seen on that footage.She had almost destroyed Isabella.I clenched my jaw and looked down at my phone. Still no reply from Amelia. I had sent her a message hours ago, asking how she was doing, but nothing had come back. The last time we spoke, her voice had been quiet, like she was trying not to crack.Maybe it was time I stopped sitting on the sidelines.“Turn around,” I said to the driver. “Take me to Amelia’s place.”He gave a curt nod, not questioning my sudden change of plans. The car swerved at the next junction, and I leaned back, but I couldn't relax. Everything was spiraling too fast.When we arrived at Amelia’s gate, I didn’t wait for the driver to open the door. I stepped out and

Julian's Pov And then I walked out, the weight of the truth pressing hard against my ribs.What I didn’t know was that Jessica’s spies had been two tables behind me, phones recording.Two days later, Julian invited me out again. Third date.I felt… hopeful.Despite everything. Despite the voice in the back of my mind screaming at me to tell the truth, I didn’t. I told myself I’d wait until after the date. Just one more night.He picked a bookstore café this time. Said he wanted to show me his favorite reading book.It was intimate. Thoughtful.He even pulled a worn paperback of *The Secret History* off the shelf and said, “I think you’d love this.”I smiled, heart skipping.“I probably will.”We sipped coffee. Talked about poetry. I felt my walls thinning, cracking in ways I hadn’t prepared for.And then Julian’s voice dropped. Too calm. Too cold.“So, Amelia. How long were you planning to keep the brand deal a secret?”I froze.“What?”“I got an email. From Jessica.”His eyes were o

Amelia's POV Julian stood there.In jeans. No blazer. No shield.Just him.And in his hand… was the letter.He didn’t speak at first.He just looked at me.And I realized that for all my love and pain, I wasn’t the only one who’d been broken.He handed me the letter. “I’ve read this twenty times.”I swallowed hard. “I meant every word.”A pause.“I know,” he said. “And I hated that I believed it.”That stung. But I deserved it.“But then I realized…” he went on, “You were the first person who didn’t want me because of the name. You wanted me in spite of it. And that scared the hell out of you.”My eyes burned. “It still does.”He stepped closer. “Good.”I blinked.“Because it scares me too.”And then—He kissed me.Not like our first kiss. Not like the one after our second date.This was slower. Heavier. Like forgiveness and regret and hope all tangled up in one breathless moment.When he pulled back, he smiled.“Don’t lie to me again.”“I won’t,” I whispered. “Ever.”“And no more fa