All Chapters of THE REVENGE OF THE CHUBBY HEIRESS: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

JESSIEI stormed off to my room, but before I could close the door, Stephen stopped it. He pushed the door open and was now standing inside my room, staring at me and making me uncomfortable. ‘Damn this handsome man!’It was the first time he had forced his way into my room, invading my privacy. I backed away from him, my legs hitting the edge of the bed. My chest heaved as I heard the sound of my breathing in my ears. “What do you want?" I asked with a frown. All I wanted to do was push him out of the room, but I knew it was going to be useless. I crossed my hand over my chest as my chest continued to rise and fall dramatically. “Who were you out with?” “What? I can't be out with others?” I asked. I was hoping I sounded like a meanie because that was who I wanted to be. “Jessie, I didn't say…” “I can't be out with others, but you can parade yourself in public with Isabella," I asked. The words pierced through my heart and twisted against my chest. I saw hurt flash through his

JESSIEAfter making a deal I was going to regret with Lauren, I was back at my desk staring at Stephen’s number on my phone, contemplating if now was a good time to call. I had to find a way to get him to my mother’s house for dinner and also keep his identity a secret. If they got to know his real identity, then it meant Tiffany was going to find a reason to be mad at me again. I just needed to successfully divorce him before she found out. That way, I wasn't being victimised by her over this as well. If Lauren knew, she would try to use it for a strategic partnership to grow the Moore Group. If I took over the Moore Group, then I could grow it without the Harrington influence. No matter how many times I tried, I couldn't find the courage to call him. I convinced myself that this conversation was better face-to-face. That way, I could make sure there wasn't any misunderstanding.I walked into the study after I had changed from my office clothes. I was relieved to see that he was

JESSIEStephen didn't wait for her to say another word before he pulled me out of the chair and dragged me out to where our car was parked. I snapped out of the daze and pulled out of his grip as soon as we were alone. “What do you think you are doing?” I asked, picking each word. “What?” “You can't do this," I said, not sure which of the things he had done was wrong. If it was the dishware comment or the fact he had responded to my mum about the divorce, or if it was him pulling me out of the house, leaving my mum shaken in her seat. “What? Do what, Jessie?" “All of it," I said, biting my upper lip in embarrassment. Why did I find it sexy that he had been the one to rescue me just now? "Should I have signed the divorce papers and taken the five million?” he paused, and even though I had been sure I was going to divorce him soon, now that he was asking, I couldn't say yes to his face. “I mean, you could…” “If I signed your mum's papers and took the money, you'd never get th

JESSIEStephen was gone all weekend; his business meeting had turned into a last-minute trip, and the only thing I got from him was a message. ‘I am sorry; I won't be home. See you later, after my trip.' He didn't sound like the same man who was confessing his feelings about me to a strange woman. Luckily for me, Evelyn’s friends kept her out longer, and I managed to avoid Isabella. I was tired on Monday morning because I had slept late after trying my best to deliver the first draft of the design to Stephen before the new week. When I got to work, Tiffany seemed to have recovered from the news of Isabella getting married to the man she had set her eyes on. “Daniel said I didn't need to worry; he was going to marry me for sure." Daniel was playing a long game with her, making her believe that they were on the same side, truly. A little push in her search was going to make her know the truth. The Harringtons’ heir’s official name on their website was Stephen, and not Daniel. Yet

JESSIE“Are you going to wear that?” “What is wrong with what I am wearing?” I stared at Stephen; no doubt he always looked sexy and handsome in a suit as he did now, but a suit didn't seem like the most appropriate outfit for moving boxes in a warehouse. “I know you are a perfect CEO, but you can't wear your designer’s custom-made suit to move boxes," I said, my thoughts out loud without filtering through them. He tilted his head with eyebrows knitting together in confusion. I pointed him up and down. “If you show up like this, the entire pauper persona is going down the drain," I continued. I couldn't tell if my continuous explanation was making things better or worse. Did he understand what I meant? “This won't do," I finally said. He lifted his head in the air and stroked his chin, which he had now shaved clean. “Do you want to come pick out my outfit?” Breath left my lungs, and my stomach was tightening on its own. Why would he say something like that with a straight fac