Love In Disguise: Rebirth of the Heiress
Chapter 93

Chapter 93: Chapter 93

My eyebrows shoot up "Marry?"

Her smile widened innocently. "You two are done, aren’t you? Just saying. Asking for your permission."

My eyebrows shot up. "Permission? We just broke up, Jessica. Are you already planning a wedding?"

She laughed lightly, waving her hand as if brushing off my reaction. "Oh, don’t be so dramatic. It’s just an idea. I know it doesn’t make me a good friend but Gabriel deserves someone who understands him, someone who can support him."

I leaned back in my chair, eyeing her carefully. "And you think that someone is you?"

Jessica tilted her head, her smile turning sweeter—and somehow sharper. "Why not? We’ve always gotten along so well. And you know, Gabriel deserves a partner who knows how to stay loyal. Someone who doesn’t create... drama."

I chuckled softly, setting my coffee down. "That’s rich, coming from you."

She blinked, her innocent façade faltering for a split second before she recovered. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing," I replied smoothly. "Just thinking about how loyalty means different things to different people."

Jessica’s lips pressed into a thin line, and she smoothed her skirt again. "Well, I’m glad we can have this conversation like adults. I wouldn’t want there to be any bad blood between us."

"Bad blood?" I repeated, tilting my head with a mocking smile. "Oh, Jessica, that ship sailed a long time ago. You’re just trying to anchor it somewhere safe."

Her cheeks flushed, but she quickly masked her irritation with another forced laugh. "You’re so funny, Kiara. Always have been. I’ll take that as your blessing, then?"

I leaned forward slightly, my eyes narrowing. "Jessica, if you think marrying Gabriel is your ticket to happiness, go for it. Just make sure to send me an invitation card."

She smiled thinly, her doe eyes gleaming. "Noted. Thanks for the advice."

As she turned to leave, I spoke, "By the way, does he know what’s in your red room?"

Jessica froze mid-step, her hand tightening on the door handle.

Slowly, she turned to face me, her face pale.

"What... what did you just say?"

I tilted my head, a sweet but cold smile tugging at my lips. "I don’t like to repeat myself, Jessica. You heard me."

Her eyes darted around the room like a cornered animal. "What do you mean? I don’t have any—"

"Don’t play dumb now, we weren’t drunk that night," I cut her off, my tone even. "Curious, though... does Gabriel know about it? Or would that ruin your perfect little fairy tale?"

Jessica let out a shaky breath, her voice cracking. "You promised not to say anything... You promised, Kiara."

I just smiled wider, sitting back in my chair. "Did I? I don’t recall making promises to someone who doesn’t deserve them."

Her mouth opened and closed as she searched for words, her chest rising and falling with her shallow breaths. "You... You’re one to talk!" she snapped suddenly, her voice rising with frustration. "You’ve been acting so high and mighty lately, like you’re better than everyone else!"

I raised an eyebrow, calmly watching her unravel. "Careful, Jessica. That temper of yours is showing."

She scoffed, her hands trembling as she pointed at me. "You think I don’t know what you’ve been up to? You pretend to be so innocent, so clever, but I know what you did. You gave that idea to Anaya!"

I blinked, taken aback. "What idea?"

Jessica laughed bitterly, her voice dripping with resentment. "Oh, don’t act stupid. You know what I’m talking about. I asked you for help. Me. Your so-called best friend. I asked for ideas to get promoted, and you gave them straight to Anaya! Don’t pretend you didn’t."

My brow furrowed. Indeed, in my past life I did help Jessica get promoted until she became the best while I, the people pleaser remained in the bottom chain, now I have them to someone who actually deserve them.

"I didn’t—"

"Yes, you did!" she shouted, her voice almost hysterical now. "I trusted you, Kiara. I came to you for advice, and you threw me under the bus. And now look at me—working my ass off, while Anaya waltzes around with my promotion!"

I watched her silently, letting her rant. It was almost fascinating how quickly she spiraled.

Jessica ran a hand through her hair, pacing the room like a storm ready to explode. "You’ve changed, Kiara. Ever since... I don’t even know when it started, but you’re not the same anymore. You act like you’re untouchable, like you don’t need anyone. What happened to us? Huh? What happened to you?"

I shrugged, keeping my expression neutral. "Maybe I just grew up, Jessica. Or maybe I finally started seeing things for what they really are."

She stopped, glaring at me as if my calm demeanor only added fuel to her fire. "You’re crazy," she muttered under her breath, shaking her head. "You act like you don’t care, like nothing bothers you. But guess what, Kiara? You’re not perfect either. You’re just as bad as everyone else, maybe even worse. You are someone who abandon people in their lowest."

I tilted my head, "Oh? Is that supposed to hurt my feelings?"

Jessica’s jaw clenched, and for a moment, I thought she might throw something. Instead, she took a deep breath, trying to regain control of herself. "You know what?" she said quietly, though her voice shook with anger. "From now on we’re no longer friends. I really hate you. Because whatever this is—whatever we are now—you ruined it yourself."

I didn’t flinch, didn’t react. I simply sat there, watching her like a mirror reflecting all her bitterness back at her.

Jessica’s face twisted in frustration, as if she expected me to beg for her forgiveness. Instead, I just stared at her, my expression calm and unreadable.

Finally, unable to take it any longer, she turned sharply on her heel. "I’m done," she snapped, her voice echoing through the room. "You’ll regret this, Kiara."

With that, she stormed out, the door slamming shut behind her with a resounding bang.

The silence that followed was deafening. I exhaled slowly, leaning back in my chair and closing my eyes for a brief moment.

"Well," I muttered to myself, a faint smirk tugging at my lips. "That escalated quickly."

But deep down, a sense of unease twisted in my chest.

Jessica’s anger wasn’t new, but her desperation... that was something else entirely.

Lets see...what kinda game would you play when desperate.