All Chapters of THE REVENGE OF THE CHUBBY HEIRESS: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE: OLD MAN

JESSIEI had woken up extra early to make breakfast for Stephen. I had only been taking from him, and it felt weird. When I was with Allen, even though he was richer than I was, he always forced me to give him things, and the only things I got from him turned out to be fake. I might not be able to give him the kind of luxury he gave to me, but I could at least make breakfast. “Are you sure, madam? I can…” “I got this, Rose," I said to her. “I will make sure that Stephen knows this was my choice," I added when she had some kind of fear on her face. She nodded once and left me to it. I was busy with the pancakes over the stove when a hand wrapped around my waist, its head pressed into my back. “What are you doing?" he murmured, voice rough, barely above a whisper.I froze, his voice doing something to me for no good reason. I had never caught him like this before, fresh out of bed. He was always ready by the time I was out of bed. “Making breakfast," I replied, trying not to give

CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO: ANOTHER QUEEN ARIS

JESSIEThe main Harrington mansion was massive. I had only been here once, and even then, I never went past the main gate. “You made it." Tina grabbed my hand and pulled me from Stephen's side at once. “I did," I said, trying to act like my knees were not buckling with fear. She looked at me and gave a subtle thumbs-up. She was too afraid to hype me up as usual. “I might be afraid of Grandpa, but I won't let him bully you." I looked between siblings. How were they so different from their families? Both of them by my side, then there was every possibility that I was going to successfully survive the night without losing my mind. “Young master and mistress. The chairman is already waiting in the dining room." Tina tensed up, her eyes widening in terror. I turned to Stephen, who had the same stoic expression as always. "Grandfather," Tina said with a cheerful but controlled voice. She didn't move from my side. The older man at the head of the table looked up at us from the rim of

CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE: THE REAL MAN

STEPHENThe ride back home is silently deafening. Jessie is seated by her side, plastered to the side of the car, head facing the window. I couldn't help but wonder if she had noticed my reaction to meeting Queen Aris. Getting an exclusive contract with Queen Aris was going to be the best for our company. I had been trying to get through to Mr Road to meet with her. Now I was torn. If Isabella could help figure out a way to get Queen Aris on board, then she would have leverage. The kind that grandfather and Mom would use to force her on me.“I am exhausted; I am going to bed," Jessie murmured and didn't stop or turn back as soon as we got into the house. Her back was all tensed up, and her head was low. I took a step forward, but she was already long gone. Right now, I was not sure what the right words to say to her were, so I had to rework my thoughts and try again the next morning. I had to be sure, so I logged into the encrypted portal to chat with Queen Aris. Since we had been

CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR: ON MY COATTAILS

. JESSIEA few of my designs submitted to the Harrington Group got leaked, and people seemed to love them. They were demanding to meet the genius designer behind the designs. This was Isabella's doing; I couldn't help but wonder how she had gotten hold of the designs. She must have an inside man who was helping her. The name Queen Aris was trending in all searches, and design companies were looking to reach out. It felt like the best time to clear the air. It was drizzling slightly when I got to the exit. I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling the tension from being hunched over at my work all day. While the world was buzzing and trying to find the designer behind the work, I was busy working. A black Maybach rolled to a stop in front of me. Stephen got down with an umbrella and stood beside me. I felt my heart flip at the sight of him. I had been so mad at him last night, but I didn't know why. I knew Isabella was not going to win, but the thought that she might be more valuabl

CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE: IMPOSTER QUEEN ARIS.

JESSIE“So your husband is Stephen Harrington? Why did you hide it from me? Why did you watch your sister make a fool out of herself for months if you already knew the truth? I took a deep breath and shook my head. Even now, Lauren was more worried about Tiffany. I sighed and pressed the phone deeper into my skin. "Would you have listened to me?” “I…” “Oh, please, you'd have thought I was jealous. " I cut her off before she could spin it back on me. “And I didn't hide it from you; I clearly told you. You were the one who assumed that I married a pauper." “This Friday, a banquet will be held, and I will announce your identity." “Let me guess, Stephen offered you money, and you did a full turn." She coughed, and I could tell she was guilty. “He didn't tell you? Then I guess your relationship isn't as strong as I thought." “Are you going to plot to have Tiffany take my place?"“What nonsense, Jessie; I am still your mother." “Right you are…but you are more worried about Tiffany.

CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIX: LIES DISMANTLED

JESSIE“I am Queen Aris." Tiffany’s voice is followed by the loud snaps of the camera and the reporters trying to make their way to the stage. She had staged the perfect reveal by letting all of the reporters come in. Everyone in the crowd seems to be falling for her words with their smiles and nods as they take steps towards her. “I had to hide my identity because I didn't want people to think I was using my family name to build my influence, but now that the cat is out of the bag, I think it is important that I come forth with the truth." I scoffed, Stephen's hand still wrapped around me. I should have seen this coming. Tiffany and Isabella are colluding to steal my spot. “I can vouch for her." Isabella took the stage, standing beside her. They both exchanged glances and nodded. “I have been communicating with her the entire time." Isabella had only heard of Queen Aris a few weeks ago, and now she was the one who was communicating with her? They sure had wild imaginations and

CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN: GOLD-PLATED WORLD

STEPHENJessie’s back is pressed into the door of the car; the partition between the driver and us has been completely rolled all the way up. I leaned in, my face just inches from hers. I had felt the change in the hall. Something about this Queen Aris situation didn't make sense, and she was in the midst of it all. My hand slowly climbs the walls of the car. I pressed it between her head and the window. Her lips parted, and before she could speak, I muttered. “Jessie? Are you going to tell me the truth?”“What are you talking about?” she barely whispered as she turned her head away from me. I gripped her chin and turned her back; our eyes met, and a nervousness crossed over them. “You are too close, Stephen," she managed to croak out. I tilted my head and pulled away from her gently. She sat up straight, brushing her hand over the dress I thought she looked sexy in. “When were you going to tell me that you were Queen Aris?” “You…” She pointed her hand in my face with one brow

CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT: BETWEEN ONE AND ANOTHER.

STEPHEN“I will be there as soon as I can," I said to the phone before pulling it off. I turned to Jessie, who was fidgeting with a handful of her dress while staring at me. She cleared her throat and shuffled on her feet, barely meeting my eyes. “Is everything okay?” I shook my head and walked to her. I promised to be an open book, but I wasn't sure if that applied to this. I was supposed to protect her so she didn't have to deal with things like this. "No," I finally managed to squeeze out of my tightened throat. “Is it Isabella? Is she…” I caught her shoulders, my fingers trembling against them as I slowly shook my head. "Not now, not ever, Jessie," I whispered, my heart clenching that she could even think that far. I cleared my throat, hoping she would not hate me after I was open with her. "It's my uncle; he is back." “Your uncle?” Her brows furrowed, and then recognition flashed on her face. “The one in charge of the London branch? What about him? Is he back?” “He is sp

CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE: FIX IT

STEPHEN“So dear nephew? What are you going to do?” My chest was rising and falling too quickly. My hand was still holding Jessie’s wrist, pressing into her bone. "Midnight is not for another fifteen hours, so no need to get on your high horse." Cole took a step forward with a smirk on his face. He grabbed a fistful of my jacket and leaned in. “Since you want the show, then I am going to have to set the stage." He pulled away and clapped, looking around the room. He peered over my shoulders at Jessie and tilted his head. "Let's see how much you mean to him." He clicked his fingers at Isabella and Tiffany before walking out of the room. I turned to Jessie, feeling my entire body shaking from rage. “Jessie, are you…” “I am fine," she pulled her lips into a thin smile and looked up. Even though she was trying to hide it, I could clearly see fear climbing every inch of her face. She bit her bottom lip and shook her head. “We are going to find a way out of this," I said, pressing

CHAPTER NINETY: SOLVED, FOR NOW.

JESSIE“What?” I screamed out of my chair; my knees buckled. Stephen reached out to steady me from toppling over in fear. “Thank you, Rose. We will be right down." Rose gave a brief nod before turning away and leaving us alone in the room. The room suddenly felt hotter than usual, with beads of sweat trickling down my back. "What is he here for?” My voice came out in a squeak. “I am here; I won't let him harm you," Stephen said, holding me up straight. I feared that I might have fallen, but his grip on my hand steadied me. “But your grandfather…” He shook his head at me, and the words died down in my throat. “Jessie, you are my wife; a few words from them can't just change the fact." I could only imagine how Arthur would try to use this opportunity to make us divorce. I gripped the side of his hand as he led us to the living room. Arthur is seated on the single couch, his cane between his legs. His face looked like he had been to war and back, but his eyes were bright and roun

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