All Chapters of THE REVENGE OF THE CHUBBY HEIRESS: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

JESSIEWade and Matthew walked up to me. Wade had too many grey hairs now, more than the last time I saw him, which was not that long ago. They both looked like life had dealt them a losing hand. I guess the tension of racking up debts while gambling was getting to them these days. Matthew stood in front of me with a smirk that made me shiver. His hair was messed up as if he had run his hand through it multiple times, and the clothes they had on were so dirty I doubt they had changed out of them in days. "Sister," Matthew said with a sinister smile, taking a step forward as he ran the back of his hand along the side of his face. “What are you doing here?” I asked, holding my breath while my entire body shook. Among the three of them, Angela was still bearable to deal with. She was ruthless but still much more bearable. These men didn't care at all; all they cared about was making sure they benefited. If they could, they might have sold me a thousand times to write off their debt

JESSIE“Jessie, I can explain." “You don't need to." I stopped Stephen before he could try. I did want to hear what he had to say; I was curious, but I didn't want to hear the answer at the same time. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to bear it. After listening to Matthew talk yesterday, I knew it was best for me to treat all my relationships as what they were – professional and contract-based. He might not want me because of my status, but I had to do all I could to save his reputation. After all, he would be in this mess purely because of me. “Jessie…” I picked an apple and took a bite of it before hurrying to the door, the laptop bag straining against my shoulders. “I will be late for work," I said with a full mouth and fled. With Stephen, when things seemed to be getting serious, it ended up this way. I had to know when to stop expectations, or in the end, I would be the one always getting hurt. 'Remember, Sister, just six days now.' I stared at Matthew’s message that ende

JESSIEWe walked hand in hand through the house until we were by my door. I didn't want to pull away from him, but I knew I couldn't hold on longer. I bit my lower lip and tried to take a step back, but his grip tightened, and he intertwined my fingers. “Remember what we discussed today," he said, one eyebrow going up as if he were afraid I might do a full three-sixty later. I nodded with my lips folded. He stroked my chin slightly before his hand fell to his side. He stared at the door for a brief moment before he turned back to me. “Do you…” “You'd better get to bed," he said too loudly, cutting me off before I could ask him to come in. It was almost as if he knew my plan and managed to stop it. "I…I… better get to bed," I murmured, staring at my feet. Why did being with him suddenly make me so shy? "Right." He rubbed his thumb across my skin and took a step back. “Good night," he said before finally letting go of my hand, wind replacing the warmth I had enjoyed. “Good night.

JESSIEI leaned in with my lips still in a pout as I blinked rapidly. I could see his grip on the phone falter, and I knew I was winning. Who knew I had the kind of power over him, and yet I had not been using the fullness of it before now? “I mean, I can understand if you really have to go, but…” My tone is still very cutesy, with my head bowed, only looking at him from the top of my eyes.He blinked and let out a short breath, obviously torn on what to do. He dropped the phone on the table, and my heart was raging inside my mind at that moment. “It can wait till morning," he finally said, and I smiled to cover the huge sigh of relief that was about to escape my lips. I would have been embarrassed out of my mind if he had still chosen to go. He grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers. “Tonight is for my wife." ‘Oh, Jessie, you need to have more will. Just a few sweet words from Stephen and you are already folding.' The rest of the dinner is in a softer mood, with Stephen p

JESSIEIt's six am, and I am nursing a cup of black coffee that I have always hated. Rose had given me a concerned look when I demanded black coffee in the morning. “Are you sure you are okay, Madam? I can…” I dismissed her with a weak wave, and she brought a cup from me. A cup wasn't going to be enough to keep me awake for the rest of the day because I couldn't sleep at all all night. When I tried to draw, my mind went blank. When I tried to sleep, the flash of the images kept replaying in my mind. The way Stephens' hand was on her waist and the pull she leaned into him. He was supposed to be taking care of his sick mother, not playing with his best friend, who was obsessed with him. “Jessie?” I tried to talk to him standing by the door of the kitchen, jacket in hand and hair ruffled. The bags under his eyes were twice the normal size, and exhaustion lined every corner of his face. Almost as if he didn't get to sleep. If I didn't sleep, then he deserved that as well. “Mr Harr