All Chapters of THE REVENGE OF THE CHUBBY HEIRESS: Chapter 101 - Chapter 107

JESSIEThe elevator was wobbly the entire way down. Tina and I were glued to each other, so we didn't topple over by the way it moved. “I am going to have my brother replace all the bad elevators," Tina declared amidst hiccups, her hand on her waist as she raised her nose in the air proudly. “I agree," I hiccuped, and we both giggled. She held my shoulder and took a deep breath, the air from her laced with the fruity smell of the wine we were drinking. “To make sure that jerk is put in his place, we have to make sure he looks out of his league," her voice came out in a stiff lecture tone. It was almost as if she were sober for that moment. She raised a finger in the air. "Don't let him speak, Jess. Just look at his cheap suit and laugh. That’s his kryptonite—reminding him he’s small."Her finger tangled in my hair as she tried to brush it. It fell into my eyes, and I pushed it out of my face with a loud exhale. “You are right." My hand went to her hair. I began brushing it too.

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

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

JESSIEI 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