All Chapters of Heiress Hidden Obsession : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lucy stood frozen, her eyes darting between the magnificent cake, the delicate flower in her hand, and the man who had brought them. Every doubt that had crossed her mind vanished. Her obsession with Brian was worth it.It didn’t matter that he was a low-ranking sales representative. To her, Brian possessed something money could never buy.By now, the staff had crowded into the room, their voices filling the space with artificial cheer. But Lucy barely heard them. Her heart thundered against her ribs as Arthur’s voice cut through the noise.Arthur smiled warmly, gesturing toward the dessert table. He casually mentioned that he had sent Brian to buy a simple gift, but Brian had gone above and beyond to secure this masterpiece.Lucy turned and gazed at Brian, her heart leaping. She looked down at the cake, then shifted her gaze back to the flower clutched tightly in her hand. A wave of profound appreciation washed over her.Unable to hide her delight, she looked straight into Brian’s ey

The digital clock on the nightstand had ticked past seven in the morning when Lucy’s mind finalized the blueprint. If she simply asked her father for Brian, Arthur’s sharp corporate intuition might catch on. He would ask why she suddenly wanted a random sales representative.To bring Brian into her orbit, her current driver, Rajesh—a loyal family employee who had served them safely for three years; had to go. And he had to leave in a way that forced her father to find an immediate, trusted replacement on his way out the door.She knew the villa was heavily guarded with state-of-the-art security, but her private bedroom suite was an intentional blind spot. No cameras were allowed past her threshold for the sake of privacy. The hallway cameras would only capture Rajesh entering her room and running out in a panic, and since the house intercoms kept no recordings, it would be his word against hers. The system her father built to protect her would become the perfect weapon.A cold, delib

Brian swallowed hard, his hands clenching into subtle fists at his sides. He forced a respectful, compliant expression onto his face. "Alright, sir. I accept the role."Brian had absolutely no idea that Lucy had meticulously planned every single variable of this sequence. He had no clue that her dark, consuming obsession with him was the hidden engine driving this entire sudden transition. She wanted him close—always close, within arm's reach, trapped in her immediate orbit where she could watch him, study him, and weave herself into his life. Not even her powerful, fiercely intelligent father knew that she had completely orchestrated the terrifying scene in the bathroom, ruining an innocent man's life just to force the firing of her old driver. To the rest of the world, it was an unfortunate tragedy; to Lucy, it was a perfectly executed opening gambit.Arthur’s tense shoulders visibly relaxed, a look of profound relief passing over his rugged face. "Alright, come with me to my house.

The engine hummed against the quiet cabin.Brian gripped the wheel, his eyes scanning the road with sharp precision. He navigated the chaotic traffic smoothly, anticipating every shift in the lanes.In the back seat, hidden behind dark tinted glass, Lucy watched him.The fragile, weeping persona vanished. In its place was the cold, calculating gaze of a strategist. She leaned back, narrowing her eyes as she studied his posture, the tight line of his jaw, and his effortless control of the machine.She was genuinely impressed.When her father had pulled a random corporate worker from the distribution wing, she expected a clumsy novice intimidated by luxury cars. Instead, Brian handled the vehicle like an elite professional. No nervous glances.A faint smile touched her lips.Fascinating, she thought.He was more capable than she realized. The better he drove, the better he served as her shield. The more helpless she seemed, the harder he would fight."You drive incredibly well, Brian,"

The echo of Lucy’s defense still vibrated in the tight spaces of the bedroom.Julian stood frozen, his mouth slightly open, his manicured fingers frozen mid-air. For a second, the absolute absurdity of the situation seemed to paralyze him.He looked at Lucy, whose chest was heaving with an anger he had never seen before, and then his gaze flicked to Brian.Brian hadn't moved an inch. He stood there like a statue of solid rock; unyielding, silent, and entirely unfazed by the insults hurled at him.That was what broke Julian’s composure completely. The fact that the driver wasn't cowering. The fact that Lucy had stepped into the line of fire to shield a servant."You are insane," Julian finally spat out, his voice dropping into a low, venomous hiss as he tried to piece his shattered dignity back together.He took a step toward the door, fixing his cuffs with a jerky, humiliated movement."You are losing your mind, Lucy. If you want to surround yourself with garbage, be my guest. But don