Semua Bab THE REVENGE OF THE CHUBBY HEIRESS: Bab 111 - Bab 120

JESSIE“I swear I am feeling better. I can even return to work." “No work and no getting out of this bed." Even though I was obviously better, Stephen had refused to let me get discharged and return to normal life. He was afraid of my passing out again, so that was off the table. Since he was insisting I remain admitted, I had myself moved into Timothy’s room just to keep an eye on him. Stephen worked from the room, refusing to leave my side for even a minute. He tried to act like this was a normal thing, but I couldn't miss the way he was constantly checking his phone for updates about Lauren's movement. She had not been able to return to work. After all, she had tried to pin the Timothy situation on the board. There was some kind of animosity, and she knew better than to show up there. Stephen’s men were tracing her movement, which was simply her going either to a spa, meeting up with friends or being at home tending to her garden. All of those things were things she wouldn't

JESSIEThe blue light on my screen keeps playing the video in a loop. Someone has taken the opportunity to send it personally to us before it went live. I can feel anger surge through my veins. Allen was in on this. How could he do something like this to me? I looked up, and the anger was now replaced with fear. Stephen was pacing in a straight line with a dangerous look on his face. His voice was low and threatening over the phone as he spoke to whoever it was at the other end. I looked at him, trying to study him. Trying to hope he didn't believe this fake-ass video that was already making everyone throw eggs at me. My hands were shaky, but I still had to see the comments under the blogs. What were people saying about the Moore heiress who was entangled with the Sinclair heir? Did this even make any sense? I was already with Stephen Harrington. Stephen Harrington. Why would I stoop so low to be with Allen Sinclair? Stephen was a million times better than he was in all aspects.

JESSIEI ignored Allen wagging his finger in my face as if I were the one who caused all of his misfortune. I tried to move, but Stephen's hand stayed on my side. I looked to him and nodded. He could trust me. He had to trust me. I was not that foolish to do anything rash. And even if I did, I knew he was there to make sure nothing happened. I walked through the room and picked up the interview notes on the dusty table. I flipped it open; it was a full script that was going to make sure I looked like the cheater who couldn't stay with her husband. “I think you've got the wrong career," I mocked, looking up from the script. I read through the lines again. I was the one who had reached out first and proposed secret meetings. I had also promised him that I was going to help him win bids and maybe give the Harrington group to him later in the future. “Really? How creative is your mind to bring this up? You should switch to Hollywood; they need more talents like you." I moved to Step

JESSIEI stepped into Roseview Garden. The place had glass walls and flowers growing on every surface. It was beautiful; it was such a shame I had to meet the devil here. I was wearing one of the most expensive dresses I had. It was part of the ones that Stephen had bought when we had newly got married. I scanned the room, and my eyes settled on Isabella sitting with Tiffany. They were both sipping from their cups while smiling warmly at each other. “She brought a minion," I muttered to myself. I pulled the jacket draped over my shoulder and raised my nose in the air. I walked towards them and lowered myself into the seat opposite them. I tried to act like I didn't feel the eyes on my back. Or the silent murmurs from the people in huddles nearby. They were all rich heiresses who would rather spend their day having tea and gossiping. I cleared my throat as the waitress approached. “I will have the jasmine tea," I said. She bowed slightly and left with my order. "Jessie," Isabell

JESSIETimothy was sleeping soundly in bed while an exhausted Stephen was on the couch with his laptop open in his lap. He had dozed at some point in the night. It was the dead of the night, and I couldn't sleep. I wanted to retire back home and trust the guards Stephen was paying heavily for, but I couldn't. Lauren had not come here for a friendly visit. She didn't care about Timothy. She had made sure we knew that. She came to assess the situation, and Timothy was fine. He was already a threat to her. I grabbed his hand and put it against my face, hoping it would somehow calm my raging nerves. He looked so peaceful. Why would she even think to harm him? And why? Stephen’s phone pinged, and he shifted on the couch. He was pulled out of his slumber before I could take his phone and silence it.The way he got off the couch was all I needed to know that something was wrong. “Stephen?” I set Timothy’s hand and spun to him. “Is everything alright?” I saw the way he tried to furrow h