All Chapters of Heiress Hidden Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

**LUCY'S POV** I had barely taken my eyes off Brian when he turned back to the shipment. He continued working as though I wasn't standing there. That should have been enough to make me leave. Instead, I remained where I was for another few seconds, watching him lift another carton and carry it toward the warehouse. He didn't look back. I finally forced myself to turn away. Why was I acting like this? I had come to Davidson Industries to see my father. I needed to get upstairs and stop standing around like a teenager with a crush. Yet the moment I entered the building, Brian's image followed me. I headed toward the elevator. The receptionist greeted me, but I only managed a distracted nod. The elevator doors opened. I stepped inside and pressed the button for the executive floor. As the doors closed, I caught my reflection in the mirror. My hair was neat. My clothes were perfectly arranged. My face looked calm. Nothing about my appearance revealed how distracted I was. I looked awa

The door closed softly behind Brian and I exhaled. My father continued sorting through the documents on his desk, completely unaware of the storm running through my mind. I glanced at the closed door. Brian was gone. I lowered my eyes to my phone, pretending to check something. For the past weeks, I had been seeing him around the company. I knew his name. I had noticed the way he carried himself and the quiet confidence he had even while doing ordinary work. But I had never asked my father about him. Not directly. Now, I decided to pretend I had barely noticed him. “Father?” He looked up. “Yes?” I hesitated, making my voice casual. “Is that a new sales boy?” His eyebrows lifted slightly. “Yes, Lucy. Sorry, I forgot to tell you. Every new worker in the company should be known to you. After all, you're the heir to the Davidson empire.” I nodded, keeping my expression calm. “Right.” He returned his attention to the papers. “His name is Brian.” I already knew that. Still, I forced

The dinner ended shortly after my father and Julian’s father finished their discussion. Julian’s father pushed his chair back and stood. “It has been a productive evening, Arthur. We are satisfied with the arrangement.” Mr. Garrison Vance said. I looked up. I already knew what he meant by the arrangement but hearing it said so casually still made my stomach tighten. “Once she completes her studies,” he continued, “we can begin the formal marriage preparations. We don't want any unnecessary delays.” My father nodded. “Agreed.” I lowered my eyes. My education had already become a countdown to a marriage I didn't want. Julian’s mother stood and smiled at me. “Study hard, dear. You have an important future ahead of you. A woman entering a family like ours should be well educated and prepared for her responsibilities.” “I will,” I replied politely. The Vances began making their way toward the entrance. I followed with my father. At the front door, Julian stopped. “You'll be in Pari

“Make sure you handle this one with care, Lucy. I don't want to see a single scratch on it by next week.” my father said to me. “I will, Father. Thank you.” “Anything for my princess.” The words should have made me smile. Instead, guilt tightened in my chest. I lowered my eyes to the unopened box. My father had bought the phone without hesitation. He hadn't questioned the damage or complained about the expense. He had simply paid for it because he believed I needed it. But I knew the truth. I made him spend all that money for nothing. I tightened my grip on the box. The phone wasn't what bothered me. It was the reason I had needed it. An excuse to return to the company. A chance to see Brian. And my father had unknowingly paid for that excuse. He walked away, leaving me alone with the box. I stared after him. The guilt followed me upstairs. Inside my bedroom, I placed the unopened phone box on my vanity. I didn't open it. I couldn't. Every time I looked at it, I remembered how eas

The following evening, I sat across from my father at the dining table. Dinner was almost over, but neither of us seemed in a hurry to leave. He placed his glass down and looked at me. “Julian mentioned you haven't been taking his calls.” I kept my eyes on my plate. “I've been busy.” “Busy enough to ignore him?” “I've been reading.” It was a weak excuse, and we both knew it. My father didn't press the matter. Instead, he reached for his napkin and wiped his mouth. “You should make more of an effort with Julian.” I finally looked up. “What makes him so important to you?” The question had been sitting inside me for long. He leaned back in his chair. “Because he's suitable.” “Suitable?” “Yes.” He said it as though that single word explained everything. I wasn't satisfied. “What makes him suitable?” My father sighed. “Julian comes from a powerful family. His father built one of the country's largest business empires. The Vances are wealthy, influential, and stable.” I stared