All Chapters of THE REVENGE OF THE CHUBBY HEIRESS: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

JESSIEThe nonstop pounding on my door makes my eyes fly open on their own. I struggled to get into a sitting position, rubbing my eyes clear of the sleep in them. “Mrs Harrington?” Roselyn’s voice snapped me back to reality. I was not the fat girl being made fun of by Allen’s friends. I was married to my best friend’s brother, and even though it was all a contract, he treated me far better than I would have ever imagined. “Come in.” My voice is groggy, but the door clicked and opened to reveal Roselyn making her way into the room. “Good morning, Ms Harrington.” She is holding a black box. Big enough to fit shoes or a luxury dress. The smell of oat pancakes makes its way into the room before she does. “Good morning, Roselyn.” A yawn escaped my lips as I adjusted the strap of my nightdress. “What is that?” I urged when she stood in my room, eyes on me like a hawk. “Mr Harrington asked me to deliver this to you,” she said, walking closer and setting the box on the bed. “Stephen?”

JESSIE.From the update that Stephen had given me this morning, it was safe to say that Tiffany’s strut into the office this morning was not a surprise. She was not fully convinced she had the heir to the Harrington family in the palm of her hand. Anyone could see what she was thinking: get the Harrington family to back her up, and then Lauren would have no other option than to name her the heiress of the family. “He is so attentive,” Tiffany gushed, showing off the bag that he had given her. I knew about the bag; I had picked it out as well. I knew what she liked, and the more she believed this story, the better the payoff in the end. “Of course, a man like him would be so attentive to his lover,” Grace said with a squeal. “Tell us what he is like,” Jane added. She tried to touch the bag, but Tiffany would not let her lay a hand on it. I sat in my seat watching them spend the morning gushing about something so irrelevant instead of preparing for the meeting with Mrs Aulin. “Oh,

JESSIE“Isn’t this place like the top of the top luxury?” I murmured, pressing my body into Tina’s as we moved through the room. She looked around and shrugged. I knew this store and had seen it a few times when I still lived away from the Moore mansion. When I came back, Lauren didn't think I was worth enough to be brought to a place like this. “You are a Harrington now. You deserve the best,” she said. A staff member hurried towards us and bowed her head with an anxious smile on her lips. “Ms Harrington,” she said. “Can we have the VIP section cleared out? We want to shop.” The attendant raised her head, eyes darting around nervously. “Sure, sure,” she nodded and left us alone. “Is that really necessary?” “It’s the privilege that comes with being a Harrington,” she continued. This version of Tina was foreign to me. I had always seen and known her as the easy-going person who didn't let wealth get to her head. I guess even when they are different. Wealthy people still had to

JESSIE“How dare you…” “This is not the place for your petty fights.” Lauren’s voice cut through the air, stopping Allen from stroking his fragile ego. “I am only allowing you here because you are a friend of my daughter.” Lauren knew firsthand what Allen did to me, but she still allowed him here just because Tiffany wanted it? She was not even hiding her bias towards me. It was disgusting. “I am sorry, Mrs Moore,” Allen said with a slight bow. “I was only trying to put the peasants in their place,” he sneered. “That won't be necessary.” I should be used to her putting me down, but her words cut a deep scar through my heart. I forced a smile at each of them and moved away before I was forced to do something I might regret later. I was not sure what Stephen’s presence was supposed to do for me, but I really did wish he were here. I stopped by the snack table, my eyes running over the variety displayed. I took a plate, and before the mini quiche in my hand could touch my plate, a

JESSIE“Good luck with your presentation today,” Tina said over the phone. She had called me to say that Tiffany was trying to plan a dinner. She wanted to get the older Mrs Harrington and her mom together so they could discuss marriage. Luckily, Tina’s mom was out of town, and she had managed to delay it for now. “You and Stephen can’t keep this hidden forever, and you know it,” she hummed again, even though I had tried to explain the situation to her“I know, but I would like to keep it this way for now,” I said as I lined my lips with a lip tint. “I will only allow this, but if Tiffany tries to escalate, then you both must come out with the truth.” I was still watching my reflection in the mirror. I wondered if Stephen would be proud enough to call me his wife with the way I looked. I had never been conscious of how I looked, but now it felt like the only thing I could think about. “I have got to go.” “Talk to you later?” she asked, and I nodded. “Sure.” I stopped by the of