All Chapters of Heiress Hidden Obsession : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Arthur sat in the high-backed leather chair in his study, the dim amber light of the desk lamp casting long, restless shadows against the mahogany walls. The silence of the mansion felt heavier tonight. Every time he closed his eyes, her words echoed in the empty space, sharp and defiant. “He will be your heir.”He rubbed the bridge of his nose, feeling a dull ache throb behind his temples. For weeks, pride had locked his teeth. The thought of bowing to Lucy's suggestions had felt like a defeat, a crack in the iron-clad armor he had spent decades building. But as the hours bled into one another, the raw, unfiltered truth of what she carried clawed its way past his defenses. His blood. A continuation of everything he had built, a name that refused to fade into the dust.A slow, heavy breath left his chest. He leaned back, his jaw tightening as he finally surrendered to the inevitable. A boy would inherit the kingdom; he would bear the weight of the Davidson and step into his shoes w

Months pass. Lucy’s belly grows heavier day by day, and with it, a fierce, relentless survival instinct hardens inside her. Trapped within the sprawling, sterile walls of the Canadian estate, she learns to weaponize her silence. She uses every quiet, unsupervised moment to pace the perimeter of her confinement, studying the floor plans of the isolated wing, memorizing the blind spots in the security cameras, and tracking the exact shift changes of the rotating medical staff. A heavy, persistent dread echoes in her chest, whispering that her aunt is not merely guarding a family secret—she is engineering a trap.The illusion of a safe refuge frays bit by bit through a steady drip of cold micro-aggressions. Catherine no longer bothers to disguise her disdain. Whenever she enters the suite, her sharp eyes sweep over Lucy’s rounded stomach with a burning, proprietary resentment, lingering too long on the visible proof of life. She drops clinical, chilling hints about how easily complica

The door clicked shut. The deadbolt slid home with a solid, echoing clack, locking her inside the high-security VIP suite.Lucy waited three full seconds before she moved. Her shoulders dropped, and the submissive slouch she had worn like a heavy wool coat vanished. She wiped her damp palms against the fabric of her skirt, breathing through her mouth to keep the hot, sour taste of panic down.Two floors below, Catherine’s sleek black sedan was idling in the subterranean bay, but her aunt was already gone, swallowed up by the administrative offices of the hospital.Lucy pressed her back against the cool wood of the door, staring into the dim hush of the suite. For weeks, she had played the game with ruthless precision. She had told herself that Catherine was just a cold, status-obsessed warden terrified of the scandal an unwed mother would bring to the Davidson name. People hid scandals. Families exiled their daughters to quiet Canadian towns to keep the gossip columnists and the Vance

The afternoon sunlight slanted harshly through the windows of the Dennis family home, casting long, dusty shadows across the living room rug. Dr. Dennis, Brian’s father, picked up his leather briefcase from the couch, gave it a firm zip, and turned to look at his son.Brian sat slumped on the edge of the armchair, his eyes bloodshot, his shoulders weighed down by a relentless, grinding exhaustion. He hadn’t slept properly in days, his mind trapped entirely in an endless loop of panic over where Lucy might be and how she was surviving her father's tyranny."Take it easy on how you go every day, Brian," Dr. Dennis said gently, his voice carrying the deep, steady cadence of a physician who had seen too much grief. "You're burning yourself out thinking about Lucy constantly."He sighed, his expression shifting from sympathy to mild exasperation as he adjusted his glasses."And frankly, I'm angry with you for going to such lengths to disguise yourself," Dr. Dennis continued, shaking his he

Back inside the delivery suite, the heavy, metallic smell of antiseptic and sweat hung thick in the air. Lucy let out a raw, broken sob as another fierce contraction tore through her body.Catherine slipped through the swinging doors, a cold triumph sparking in her chest. Thank goodness. She hasn't delivered yet.Her objective was simple: stay right here, hands-on, to manage the newborn and assist Dr. Dennis so she could control the narrative. But her eyes darted frantically around the room, and a knot tightened in her stomach. Dr. Miller was nowhere to be found. There was no turning back. Catherine smoothed down her uniform, put on a calm, professional mask, and stepped toward the center of the room.Dr. Dennis stood beside the bed, his face set with fierce concentration. He managed the active labor with steady, focused hands. Seeing her chance, Catherine hurried over and extended the folder."Here's the card, sir," Catherine said.Dr. Dennis didn't look up or spare a hand to take i