Jessica’s POV
I walk down the grand staircase, my heels clicking against the polished marble floor. A slow, satisfied smile stretches across my lips. Everything is going exactly as I planned. Stanley might think he has things under control, but he doesn’t. I do.
Just as I reach the bottom step, I hear the door open. Chloe walks in, her expression immediately darkening when she sees me.
“What are you still doing here?” she demands, dropping her bag on the nearest table.
I chuckle, tilting my head as I cross my arms. “Oh, Chloe, sweetheart,” I mock, enjoying the way her jaw clenches. “I’m here to stay. That’s a fact.”
Her eyes narrow, her hands balling into fists. “You’re delusional if you think Stanley will let you stay in this house.”
I arch a brow. “Stanley?” I scoff. “Stanley needs
