All Chapters of Hidden Heiress Rising: Married to my Ex-Husband’s Uncle: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

~ ROMAN ~I called Damien before I even left my office, he was the only one I thought would know how to direct me best based on the decision I was about to make."I want to propose to Marty," I said, the second he picked up. "I want to do it privately. Just the two of us. What do you think of this?” I held my breath as I waited for his reply. But Damien was quiet for a while and I wondered if he was still on the phone. "No," he answered finally."What do you mean no?” I shot back."I mean no, you cannot propose privately," Damien replied. His voice was very firm. "I believe you are asking for my opinion, if you are then, know this is not just your moment, Roman. This is a moment for Marty as well that deserves to be celebrated. Let Eva and I throw you an engagement party that will allow people to witness that you have chosen him and he has chosen you. This way your father gets thrown off your back.”I wanted to argue but I knew he was right and his words made more sense. "Fine," I

~ LISA ~I stayed at work the next day until eight o'clock that night.Not because I had to, but because going home meant facing the thoughts I had been running from all day.Eva and Marty had left hours ago, including the other employees. The office was empty except for me and the cleaning staff who pretended I did not exist.I sat at my desk and stared at my computer screen. Jackson's face was still there. All perfect and untouched by the evil of what his family had done.I scrolled through article after article about him. Behind-the-scenes footage from his films. In every single image, he was smiling. My phone rang at seven thirty, it was my brother Mark. I almost didn't answer since I knew why he was calling but if I didn't answer, he would keep calling."What?” I said in a cold voice when I picked up."Lisa, where are you?” he demanded. His voice was tight with frustration. "You said you were going to call us today and explain what was going on.""I am at work," I said flatly."

~ LISA ~The first styling session went smooth to my greatest surprise.Jackson had been professional, and charming. He tried to make conversations, when I shut them down, he switched to asking intelligent questions about the direction of his image. And he didn't try to touch me or flirt overtly. He had simply been... perfect.Which made it harder.Again, I praised the flow too early because the second session became different.I arrived at his hotel at noon to find him already dressed and ready. But he was not alone. Standing beside him was a woman in her mid-forties with sharp features and beautiful cold eyes. She was wearing Leslie designer clothes. The way she was looking at me proved she didn't approve of me. But Jackson didn't notice. "Lisa, this is Cathy," Jackson introduced with a smile. "She is my manager. Cathy, this is Lisa from the Moreau fashion house. She will be handling my styling for the press tour."Cathy's eyes traveled up and down my body in a way that made my

~ LISA ~ I left the restaurant without telling him. While he was still drunk and distracted, I got up from the table and walked straight to the exit in the disguise of a restroom. I did not look back or wait for him to notice. I just ran for my life. I will not ruin an opportunity like this for me! The server was still watching from across the restaurant and the director with the others were laughing. No one was paying attention to me. My mind ate at me worrying that I was leaving a drunk man with a starved woman but I am no keeper of any man. Plus, I do not have any good intentions towards him either so I wasn't any good either. I got into a taxi and gave the driver my address. My hands were shaking and I could not stop it. It was just the urge to kiss. It's nothing and I am human, simply because I am seeking revenge does not mean I can't find a man handsome by having the urge to kiss him. It's normal, it just proved I am human. I repeated that to myself the entir

~ LISA ~The moment I saw Victor's face, I wanted to kill him.Not in an imaginative way but physically, I actually want to walk up to him and put my hands around his throat and squeeze until he stops breathing. And he understood what it felt like to have everything taken from you and he feels even a fraction of the pain he had caused me and Zac. My father's face flashed through my mind alongside my mother's coffin. The years of raising my siblings alone. With nights I worked three jobs just to keep us fed and the way I had to become a mother and a father at sixteen because this man could not control himself or tell his stupid classist family that he didn't want to marry the person they wanted for him to marry. My hands instinctively clenched into fists so hard my nails dug into my palms.Victor was still standing there and smiling a cold smile that made his eyes void and empty.He was looking at me like I was prey and he was a predator deciding whether to strike.Too bad, I wasn'