All Chapters of THE REVENGE OF THE CHUBBY HEIRESS: Chapter 41 - Chapter 47

JESSIE EARLIER THAT MORNING. The White Scandal is on every screen in the office. Even though it's obvious I am the victim of the scam Tiffany and her minions weren't ready to let it be that way. "Look what the cat dragged in" Tiffany sneered as I lowered myself into the chair. "It smells so much like trash in here" Sarah continued. I rolled my eyes and set my bag in front of me. I wasn't going to allow their words get to me. This was never my fault. It was all on Angela and Wade. "She's so fat that even her adoptive parents didn't want her" 'Ignore them Jessie, just ignore them' I changed over and over in my head. It didn't make sense for them to bully me but with people like them common sense was non existent. "Why would innocent people burden themselves with a pig?" Grace sneered. "The only use she had found for herself is to be bought and sold" Tiffany continued. "People like this shouldn't work here. It is making everyone else uncomfortable and it

JESSIEIt's just been a full day, and yet every corner of the house was filled with Isabella's perfume. The flowery scent had an oud undertone. I didn't know if it was that I hated oud and flowers or if it was this woman who was clearly crossing her boundaries with Stephen right in front of my eyes. I had met with the board director, who was bent on bringing me on board. I had struggled with myself all night. I wanted that role so badly because not only was it a step up from what we currently had, but it was also fulfilling the very dream that took me into designing. To become a world-renowned designer on my own merit. “Mrs Harrington, I am so glad you agreed to meet with me," the board member said as I slid into the seat across from him. He looked so pleased that I was forced to believe his words. It was weird hearing someone call me by that name. I had been married for almost a month now, and it didn't feel like I was ever going to bear that name. “I want the job," I said, and

JESSIETina arrived, lugging a huge suitcase behind her. She had brought a kit she referred to as the ‘war kit’. It had makeup items that probably belonged to a makeup artist and dresses she had bought because she was sure they would fit me. “I don't know… "I don't think I want to go," I said as I lay down, pulling the covers over my body. When I had agreed to go dancing on a Friday night, it sounded like the best idea, but now I didn't want to have to leave Isabella and Stephen alone. It was like I was giving them what they wanted. “So what? You'll stay in bed all evening and be sad?” “Sad?” I murmured, cosying into the blanket. “I am definitely not sad." “Then we are going dancing." She ripped the blanket off my body, allowing the cold air from the air conditioner to sweep the bottom of my feet. “Come on, come on, get up." She was already pulling me out of bed. In less than thirty minutes she had rubbed makeup on my face, and I was barely recognising myself. She threw a silk