All Chapters of Rise Of The Hidden Heiress: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

“We can’t be together,” I reply weakly, my body instinctively leaning into him, my head tilting slightly to give him easier access.“I shouldn’t have said what we had that night was a mistake,” he insists softly as he moves my ponytail over my shoulder.My breaths come out deep and uneven, every nerve in my body responding to him like I’ve completely lost control.‘Why can’t I leave?’ I ask myself desperately.“Aggy, turn around.”Julian’s words are simple, but they throw my entire mind into chaos.It would be one thing if he forced me against the wall or grabbed me without giving me a choice. But this? This is different.The choice is mine now. If I turn around, then it means I’m allowing this to happen.Biting down hard on my lip, I try to force myself to turn the door handle. Instead, my fingers twitch around it before my hand falls uselessly to my side in defeat.Slowly, I turn to face him.The moment my eyes meet his, my stomach tightens painfully.Lust burns openly in his gaze,

“Simon, if I die decorating this place, tell everyone I died beautiful,” I announce as I stretch up on my toes, trying to pin the last silver ribbon to the wall without falling over.“You currently look like a stressed raccoon with glitter in her hair,” Simon replies lazily from a couch across the room.I throw a ribbon at him, and he catches it without even looking up from his phone.Annoying.Having him and the others in the room makes it easier not to feel awkward being in the same room with Julian.Julian is seated just beside Simon, and Victor is grabbing a tablecloth from the pile of stuff I put aside earlier.After our encounter at the restaurant earlier, I just had to prepare my mind for this evening since we all have to be here when Jess arrives with Alpha Allister.The room smells like fresh flowers, frosting, and candles. We’ve practically turned the small private lounge into a mini celebration den.Fairy lights hang around the walls, soft gold against deep cream curtains,

I couldn’t sleep a wink all through the night.After dropping Jess off, Leo drove us back home. Since I wasn’t willing to spend the night alone at my private residence, I had him take us to the Packhouse.And once I retired to my room, I couldn’t sleep a wink.At some point, I thought of paying a visit to “The Skull” and spending the night there with my men.As early as five in the morning, I leave my room and head straight to my home office to find something to occupy my time and take my mind off the heavy task I need to carry out: breaking up with Jess.The attack on us yesterday is one I’m yet to find out where it came from, and it's all my fault, because none of our attackers survived.My men later went through the scene, and they found all of them dead. If I didn’t have Jess in the car with me, I would have devised better means to capture them.But I was more focused on ending their lives and keeping My Love safe.Maybe, just maybe, being away from her will finally help me focus

~Jess~More than an hour has passed since I ended the call with Allister, and my tears haven’t stopped. I wonder how I had managed to produce so many tears, as if they were an endless, sorrowful river.I don’t believe Allister’s reason for breaking up with me. I’m almost like an Alpha’s daughter, and several Alphas will give anything to have me say yes to be their bride.Allister must be lying.But why?Is it because of the attack while we were coming back, or because I got kidnapped by the Varkai princes?Does he blame himself for all of that?If any of that was the problem, he should have spoken to me about it. We always talk about stuff and solve it together.Maybe it's none of that. He was serious. He would never hurt me jokingly. His words were incredibly hurtful, and neither my wolf nor I could control the tears.Goddess!I should have gone home with my family when they asked me to come with them and spend some days at Pasos with them, at least before thinking of resuming back

~Jess~I finally leave my room sometime in the afternoon because Emelda practically refused to let me rot away in bed.“Miss White, you have to eat something,” she says for what feels like the hundredth time today. “Even if it’s small.”I’m too exhausted as I walk into the dining area and sit down slowly while Emelda places the food in front of me.Earlier this morning, after hours of staring at the ceiling and crying into my pillow, I’d texted Agnes and Ursula that I needed them.Because, truthfully, I really needed them.“You should try the soup first,” Emelda says gently. “I made it the way you like.”I nod weakly.The aroma fills the room, but my appetite is nonexistent.Still, I force myself to eat a little rice, a spoonful of soup, and a few bites of the grilled chicken.“Thank you so much for the food, Emelda,” I tell her, standing up.Her face falls immediately. But she nods.I push the plate away gently and stand up. “I’ll just sit in the living room for a while.”“Okay, ma’a