All Chapters of THE SECRET HEIRESS : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ALISHA POV“Good,” Nadia said, her tone softening slightly. “I’ll also send you texts if there’s anything important. Check them when you’re alone. And remember, Alisha, don’t do anything that will make him suspicious.”“I get it,” I replied, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice. “I know what I’m doing.”“Do you?” Nadia asked, her voice dripping with skepticism. “Because this isn’t just about you, Alisha. If you screw up, we’re both done for. Keep your focus.”I bit back a retort, reminding myself that I needed her. This wasn’t the time for arguments.“Where is Richard, anyway?” Nadia asked suddenly. “And where will he take you after office hours?”I hesitated, unsure how to answer. “I…”Before I could finish, the office door creaked open.My heart leapt into my throat, and my eyes widened in fear. I clutched the phone tightly under my blouse, my body frozen as the sound of footsteps filled the room.Who was it?RICHARD POVI pushed open the door to my office, expecting silen

ALISHA POV.But I hadn’t. I’d never seen anything like this in my life. Growing up, luxury was a word that belonged in magazines or on television…not in my reality. And yet, here I was.I spotted men in suits standing at strategic points around the property, their eyes sharp and alert. Each of them held a walkie-talkie, their presence a reminder of the kind of world Richard lived in…a world where wealth demanded security.This isn’t just wealth, I thought, my mind racing. This is power.Richard maneuvered the car into a spacious parking garage, the kind that could easily fit at least ten cars. The air was cool and smelled faintly of polished metal and fresh paint.He parked the car with practiced ease and cut the engine.As soon as the car stopped, one of the suited men approached and opened Richard’s door. Richard stepped out gracefully, his movements confident and natural.Another man, equally sharp in his black suit, approached my side of the car and opened my door. I hesitated for

ALISHA POVAs we entered the dining room, she finally turned her head and froze. Her eyes landed on me, and her expression changed instantly.“And who is this?” she asked, her tone sharp and her eyes narrowing.“This is Alisha,” Richard said, his voice calm. “She’s… staying with me for a while.”I forced a smile, trying to hide how nervous I felt. “Good afternoon, ma’am,” I said politely.Her response was a quick, dismissive nod. She didn’t say anything else, just turned back to Richard as if I didn’t exist.My heart sank. It was clear she didn’t like me, and she wasn’t even trying to hide it. For some reason, that stung more than I expected. I’d just met her, but her coldness felt personal.We sat down at the dining table, which was covered with dishes that looked straight out of a gourmet restaurant. Roast chicken, mashed potatoes, steamed vegetables, freshly baked bread…it all smelled delicious, but I suddenly didn’t have much of an appetite.Richard sat at his mother’s right, and

RICHARD POV."Have a nice day, Richard." Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and ascended the staircase, her movements brisk and purposeful.I watched her retreating figure, the sound of her footsteps fading as she disappeared upstairs. The tension in the room lingered, but I shook it off, pulling my phone from my pocket.I scrolled through my contacts and pressed the call button when I found the name I was looking for. The phone rang twice before a cheerful voice answered."Richard! What a surprise," Mrs. Daniella, Tammie’s mother, greeted warmly. "How are you, dear?""I’m doing well, Mrs. Daniella," I replied, forcing a polite tone. "I just wanted to let you know that I’ll be coming over shortly to drop off some items for Tammie…the bridal wear and a few other things my mother prepared.""Oh, that’s wonderful!" she exclaimed, her excitement evident. "Tammie will be so thrilled to see you, even if it’s just for a moment. You’ve been so busy lately, but I understand

ALISHA POVRichard reached the entrance first and pushed the doors open without hesitation. He didn’t hold them for me, but I managed to slip in behind him before they closed.Inside, the mansion was even more breathtaking. The foyer alone was larger than any room I’d ever seen, with a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, casting a warm, golden glow over the space.The floors were polished to a mirror-like shine, and the walls were adorned with artwork that looked like it belonged in a museum.Richard walked ahead, his footsteps echoing softly against the marble. He didn’t look back to see if I was following, but I trailed after him anyway, my eyes darting around the room as I tried to take it all in.I felt like an intruder, a stranger in a world that wasn’t mine. But there was no turning back now.As we moved deeper into the mansion, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was stepping into something far more complicated than I’d expected.Something about this place, about Richa