All Chapters of Rise Of The Hidden Heiress: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

My eyelids feel like they’re stitched shut, and my body feels so heavy that I’m unable to move it when I try to. The scent of an unfamiliar cologne wafts through my nose. A stranger’s oozing breath ghosts over my cheek, and panic instantly sets in as I immediately force my eyes open. A man I’ve never seen before towers over me, his eyes feral. “It’s good to have you here with me, finally,” he sneers, reaching for my wrist. “Girls like you are like skin tags that don’t go unless they are excised permanently. You will never let go unless you're forced to.” What is he talking about? Everything seems and sounds foggy and inaudible to me. I attempt to shake my head to gain some level of clarity, but I’m unable to move my head. “What are you-” I gasp in horror when the stranger pulls the buckle of his belt with his left hand and pins me tight on the firm mattress I’m lying on with his other hand. “I’ll ruin you. I’m sure that the only way to stop you from playing with men way above

~Jess~ Waking up the next morning, dawn was already creeping through the curtains. My thoughts stumble and then align with a sour, waking truth as I spot the torn pieces of my dress lying in ragged fragments on the floor. My heart stutters, and heat rushes to my face. I slept with Allister. The realization hits harder than the hangover-like fog in my head. I squeeze my eyes shut, memories surfacing in fragments: Allister’s arms around me, his voice low, the way he kept asking if I was sure, if I wanted this… I was sure. I wanted it. Still, embarrassment crawls up my spine. The memory lands with a rush of heat and a sting of shame, and I instinctively draw the thick blanket on the bed up toward my chin, as if shielding myself more can erase what happened. A low humming sound and the sound of running water come from the bathroom: He is taking a shower. Panic kicks in. I scramble out of bed, grabbing the blanket and wrapping it around myself like a 360 shield. I tiptoe toward t

~Dominic~ The ringtone of my phone yanks me from the depths of a financial report. I glance at the caller ID: "Mom." A flicker of unease prickles me. My mother rarely calls during work hours unless it’s important. “Dominic,” my mother’s voice sounds impatient as soon as I pick up the call. “I’ve run out of my medicine.” I pause. “Then ask them to refill it at the clinic.” There’s a brief silence before she speaks again, “I’ve been trying to reach the Omega all morning. She blocked my calls. I can't reach her.” A deep frown finds its way across my face. “…Why would refilling your medication have anything to do with Jess?” I ask, genuinely confused. There have been a few times when my mother's health deteriorated, and Jess decided to visit her at home after she was discharged from the hospital. She’d visited my mother all the time to care for her. She even once started visiting to help massage my mother's foot when my mother sprained her ankle, and she kept visiting until the ank

~Dominic~I’m halfway through a drink when Nox leans in, lowering his voice like he’s about to share a secret he doesn’t want the others to hear.“Alpha,” he whispers, “I think your little Omega is cheating on you with some high-end dude.”He means Jess is cheating on me?She's seeing someone else in this pack? That’s not even possible?“What do you mean?” I ask.Our Mate bond is indeed broken, and Jess has moved out of the Manor, but I haven’t told her that it's over between us. I never said our relationship has ended.I never did.So, if she's truly seeing another man, then she's indeed cheating on me.“I ran into her earlier today,” Nox tells me.I grab my glass of bourbon and empty its contents in a gulp. Twisting the empty glass between my fingers, I tell him, “Spill.”Nox studies my face, then grins in that upsetting way he usually does. “She was with another man, a fancy-looking man. And if my eyes served me well, he was wearing a very expensive Rolex. Top grade stuff. Not kids

~Jess~ Over the last couple of days, I completed my resignation process at the Park hospital and got handed my approval letter. Today, I step back into the hospital to grab the last of my stuff from my tiny office. Every remaining responsibility I owe to the Pack hospital has been fulfilled; patient handovers, case notes, and ethical reports… Even a few unfinished health-related research summaries I once thought I’d return to someday, I had to conclude and gather everything, leaving nothing behind that can be questioned, twisted, or used against me. Stepping out of the hospital building, I head towards the parking lot, carrying a small box that contains a few of my personal belongings: my badge and other little possessions I left in my office the last time I visited. Allister is waiting by the car, wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, paired with a sunshade. He looks perfect. The moment he sees me, he flashes a warm smile. “Done?” he asks, taking the box from me. “Yes,”