The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In novel Chapter 744

Chapter 744 Tangled Worries

“Then should we be harsher?” Marie asked through clenched teeth.

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Derrick’s lashes lowered, the sharp glint in his eyes hidden in shadow. Harsh? They had already bled the Ashen Pact half to death.

But after a moment, his lips curved faintly. “Harsher, then.”

And so, the two reached an unspoken accord.

Their strikes fell without pause, ruthless and unrelenting, hammering the Ashen Pact with no room to breathe. The message was simple: hand Tessa over, or choke on the pressure.

Meanwhile in Falvaria, Stella couldn’t shake her unease.

“Abraham!” she called.

“Hm?” He lifted his eyes from the papers in his hand, a faint smirk tugging when she flinched and corrected herself.

“…Husband.”

She still slipped sometimes. After all, she had called him by name her whole life.

Now she lay propped against pillows, too heavy with the weight of triplets to do much more than rest.

Abraham sat nearby, documents balanced in one hand, the other reaching over to smooth her hair when she spoke. He rarely left her side now–especially after the business with the pregnancy test.

Her voice was small. “It doesn’t feel right. About Melissa.”

He raised a brow. “What about her?”

“Mother insists it was her. She even told me to handle it. But…” Stella shook her head. “It doesn’t seem that way.”

Abraham’s eyes softened, his voice dropping into something deeper, steadier. “What people show you is never all there is. Everyone hides a face no one else sees.”

Stella blinked. Did he mean Melissa’s performance might have been a mask? That the innocent confusion she’d shown was nothing but cover?

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Compared to Kelly, Melissa did fit better into the role of someone capable of such a scheme.

And yet… Stella’s chest tightened. Something still didn’t add up.

“Sleep,” Abraham murmured.

“I can’t.” Her mind was spinning.

He sighed, catching her cheek gently between his fingers. “Then let Abel dig. When the truth is clear, you can decide what to do.”

Relief flickered in her eyes. If Abel was watching, then she could rest a little.

“Sleep now,” he coaxed.

“Only if you hold me.”

He set the files aside and stretched out beside her, gathering her into his arms. She curled in like a child, not wanting to think, not wanting to shoulder burdens. With him here, she could let herself be small again.

Just as her breathing evened, his phone buzzed. Abraham’s gaze darkened. He hung up immediately, easing her against the pillow before stepping into the hall to take the call.

But before the door even closed, her own phone vibrated. The sound tugged her awake again.

“Tessa?” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

“Stella, I feel so uneasy,” came Tessa’s voice, tight and anxious.

“Uneasy? Why?”

“If Marie finds out I’ve been with Victor this whole time–she’ll skin me alive, won’t she?”

Stella hesitated. “… Most likely, yes.”

Tessa hissed through her teeth. “This whole mess started because of my mother.”

“Whatever the cause,” Stella said quietly, “the board’s been set. None of us can stop the pieces from playing their part.”

“Then Marie…”

“Don’t worry about her,” Stella interrupted. “Worry about the Ashen Pact finding out you’re with Victor. That would be far worse.”

Her words landed heavy. Tessa’s heart skipped. “Why?”

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