The Heiress's Comeback

Chapter 166: [Volume 1] - 166- Crazy for husbands.

"And who said that I am going to do anything to the child?" she replied, her tone smooth and chilling. "You see, I’m going to be a mother soon myself. I know what love for a child truly means."

Jenny and the man exchanged bewildered glances, their fear palpable as they struggled to process her words. Their bodies shook, tears continuing to fall onto the baby and then pooling around Esme’s feet.

"Prince," Esme commanded, her gaze flicking to Aron. "Leave us. Go out and buy some toys for the child."

Panic surged in Jenny and the second aunt’s husband. "Please, please, no!" they pleaded, their voices trembling as Aron stepped out of the room.

Once the door clicked shut behind him, Esme’s demeanor changed, and her voice took on an edge of authority.

"The child is fine so . Shut up and stop trembling. If you don’t, I don’t know what I might do." The room fell into a heavy silence, their fear palpable as they instinctively fell quiet under her gaze.

Esme raised her hand, her fingers delicately gesturing towards Jenny as she spoke. "You see," she continued, her voice dripping with a chilling sweetness, "you are quite unusual, aren’t you? Your daughter claims this child as hers, and you, her new father, also assert that he belongs to you. Quite unusual indeed."

At her words, the second aunt’s husband felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead, while Jenny’s heart raced in her chest. The atmosphere thickened, charged with unspoken threats, as Esme’s smirk widened. They both understood now just how precarious their situation had become, and the dread settled deep within their bones, like a heavy stone.

Esme’s gaze fixed on the mer, her expression a mixture of amusement and condescension. "So, let’s talk," she said, her voice smooth as silk. "If I’m not wrong, what is your name?"

"Uh, what? What is that, am... ehat?" The mer stammered, confusion and fear evident in his trembling form.

"Amber?" Esme raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "It’s quite an unusual name, huh? Well, whatever. So, hello, Amber. My name is Rose Reinguard. You might have heard about me from your new wife. And also from your ex-lover." She turned her gaze to Jenny, who looked increasingly pale, panic flickering in her eyes. "I have married your nephews. I’m also the current heir of the Arang Group, and someone who hit your wife on the toes."

With that, Esme picked up the glass of water from the table and raised it casually, her demeanor shifting ever so slightly as she continued, "You see, I am quite the possessive type. If someone touches anything of mine, I tend to get angry and lose control. Sometimes, when I completely lose it—" she abruptly lost her grip on the glass, and it shattered on the floor, the sound echoing ominously in the room.

Jenny, instinctively, threw her arms around Amber, who quivered in fear, his eyes wide with terror. She held him tightly, trying to shield him from the brewing storm that was Esme.

"You see," Esme continued, her smile unwavering as she savored their fear. "Your new wife has crossed that line. I have two choices: I could kill your ex-lover and your current wife too." As she spoke, Amber’s face drained of color, his body shaking even more. Jenny tightened her grip around him, looking up at Esme with a mixture of dread and defiance.

"Oh, don’t worry," Esme purred, her tone almost sing-song. "I was not going to do it... yet. I was just thinking. You see, your new wife tried to poison my husbands, and that’s where I draw the line. Some say I’m a mad lover, and they’re not entirely wrong." Her expression darkened, the playful lilt giving way to something far more serious. "If someone touches my husbands, I lose all reasoning. I was ready to kill you all. I had everything prepared: assassins, poison... the works."

Jenny’s heart raced as she processed Esme’s words, panic rising like bile in her throat. Amber, too, seemed to shrink further into her embrace, his face a mask of fear.

"But then something interesting happened," Esme continued, her voice now laced with intrigue. "I discovered your little love story. I wondered, how could it be possible for a stepdaughter to love her stepfather so much?" She leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of curiosity and malice. "I learned about your college days, your love history, and the child you share. I know your current wife must have blackmailed you, if I am not mistaken."

Jenny gasped, her grip on Amber tightening as the reality of Esme’s knowledge hit her. The room felt charged with tension, every word from Esme weaving a web of fear and manipulation around them. Amber looked up at Jenny, his expression a mix of hope and despair, silently pleading for a way out of this twisted encounter.

Esme watched them both, a predator savoring the fear of her prey, her smile widening as she leaned back, clearly enjoying the effect she had on them. "So tell me, Amber," she said, her tone suddenly softening, "what do you plan to do about it?"

As Esme’s words hung in the air, Amber and Jenny stared at her, their eyes wide and unblinking, bodies trembling under the weight of her scrutiny. A sense of pathetic helplessness washed over Esme as she observed their fear.

Esme continued, her voice cutting through the silence, "You see, it doesn’t matter. What do you think? That if you just endure her beating, she’ll leave her child alone?" Her gaze fixed on Amber, who was visibly shaken, tears brimming in his eyes as he thought of his child. Yes, he wished for nothing more than to see his child alive and safe.

Amber’s mind spiraled back to when everything had begun—his first encounter with Jenny, the woman who had once illuminated his dark world. She had been silent and gloomy, as if the weight of the world rested on her shoulders.