All Chapters of The True Heiress, His Worst Nightmare: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The air inside the grand hall had shifted, thick with tension that clung to every breath taken. Moments ago, laughter and soft clinking of glasses had filled the space, but now everything felt different, like a storm had quietly walked in and settled over everyone without warning.Tessa stood there, composed, her posture straight and her expression calm, yet her eyes held something else, sharp and deliberate. Slowly, she lowered her gaze to where Hugh lay sprawled on the polished floor, his body awkward, his breathing exaggerated. To anyone watching, he looked like a frail old man overcome by weakness. But Tessa knew better.Their eyes met for the briefest second.It was enough.She gave the slightest nod, so subtle that no one else noticed. But Hugh did. Immediately, his body went limp. The groaning stopped, replaced by a dramatic stillness as he slumped fully, like someone who had truly lost consciousness.A ripple of murmurs spread across the hall.“Ms. Lauren,” Tessa said, her

Lauren didn’t slow down until she got to the door.Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the handle, but she steadied herself before pushing it open. The door creaked softly as it gave way, revealing the dimly lit bedroom inside. A faint scent of cologne lingered in the air, mixed with something heavier, something familiar.She stepped in and shut the door quietly behind her.Then she froze.Right there, seated on the edge of the bed, was Paschal Deveraux. Yes. The same Paschal whom Tessa was accused of sleeping with. Whom Tessa was accused of being responsible for her pregnancy. Today, here, he was, with Lauren. He had his back to the entrance, completely unaware she had walked in. One leg was crossed over the other, his posture relaxed, almost too relaxed for someone in a situation like this. In his hand, he held a small mirror, angling it carefully while running a comb through his hair with slow, deliberate strokes.It was almost like he was preparing for somethin

The glass doors at the company’s exit reflected the fading light outside, turning the lobby into a quiet blend of gold and shadow. Staff moved in and out, some in a hurry to leave, others lingering in small groups, their voices low but restless. The air carried the usual end-of-day tension, but beneath it, something heavier lingered, something unspoken.Tessa walked steadily toward the exit, her heels tapping softly against the polished floor. Her posture was straight, her pace calm, but her mind was far from still. Too many things had happened in such a short time, and though her face revealed nothing, her thoughts were anything but settled.Lauren’s defiance. The whispers in the office. The truth slowly forcing its way into the open.She had expected resistance. She had expected chaos. But even then, the way everything was unfolding felt like watching a storm gather from a distance, you knew it was coming, but you couldn’t yet tell how destructive it would be.She was almost at t

The moment the drink slid down her throat, something felt off.At first, it was subtle. Just a slight heaviness behind her eyes, like fatigue creeping in too quickly. Tessa blinked once, then twice, trying to steady her focus on the road ahead. The passing lights outside the car began to blur slightly, stretching into faint streaks that didn’t quite make sense.Then came the sound.A low ringing.At first, she thought it was coming from outside, maybe a distant horn, or something mechanical. But as seconds passed, the sound grew louder, sharper, like it was echoing inside her own head.Her fingers tightened slightly around the bottle.Her breathing shifted.She turned slowly toward Paschal, her movements no longer as controlled as before. Her vision struggled to settle on his face, his features appearing slightly distorted, like she was looking at him through water.“You…” she started, her voice coming out hoarse, weak, nothing like her usual steady tone. “What’s this?”Her words tr

“Tell me.” Tessa said, standing right in front of him, her gaze cold and steady as she looked down at Paschal like he was nothing more than dirt beneath her feet. “What did Lauren tell you to do?”Paschal shifted slightly on his knees, his palms pressing against the floor as though he needed something to steady himself. His face was pale, his lips dry, and even the way he avoided her eyes made it obvious he was already breaking inside.“What do you mean?” he said, his voice low, but it carried a slight tremble he couldn’t hide. “I don’t know.”The lie fell flat immediately.Jason didn’t even give him a second to breathe before stepping forward, his movement sharp and filled with contained anger. He bent down and grabbed Paschal by the neck, his fingers tightening with deliberate force.“Tell us everything you know,” Jason said, his voice dangerously calm despite the violence in his grip, “or you’ll regret it.”Paschal gasped instantly, his hands flying up to Jason’s wrist, trying to