THE FORGOTTEN HEIRESS-Chapter 407: We Need To Search Your House

Throughout that week, Steffan continued with his newfound but effective tactics of making outrageous demands for dinner and as if fate was was on his side, Dolly would always come home from work looking all drained and stressed out.

He never offered a word of sympathy or comfort; instead, he would pretend not to notice anything unusual about her and would make his demand without the slightest hint of sympathy, making her life more miserable.

As expected, Dolly would end up exhausted, barely able to keep her eyes open after her bath before she collapsed into bed and sleep all through the night, thus sparing Steffan from her nightly harassment.

Playing the role of the ’understanding husband,’ which was only in the morning, he would always settle for a simple breakfast, usually a bowl of plain oatmeal with a side of fresh fruit, and a cup of black coffee or just sandwich. It was basic, unassuming, and exactly what he needed to maintain his facade of complacency.

That weekend, Dolly gleefully announced that she had a day off and couldn’t hide her excitement as she told Steffan about her plans to make the most of it.

She was eager to spend some quality time with him, hoping to finally relax after a grueling week and pickup from where she left the other night.

This time around, she planned to make a

Move on Steffan during the day.

As soon as she drove off to work, Steffan called his brother.

"What’s taking you guys so long?" he asked as soon as the call connected.

"Good morning to you too, brother," Stanley taunted.

"Good morning," Steffan calmed down to say.

"So what’s after you?"

"You know damn well what is after me. What’s the update?" Steffan asked again.

"Everything is under control. Wait for a surprise soon."

"It had better be soon," Steffan said. "I can’t put up with this again. I need to get out of here as fast as possible."

"Patience, brother. We’ll be there sooner than you think."

"I hope so."

Why are you in so much of a hurry? You’ve been holding out pretty well. What suddenly happened?"

"Dolly has just come up with this crazy idea about the weekend and I don’t think I can survive it without shedding blood. So if you don’t want to have a murderer as your brother you better act fast," Steffan threatened.

Stanley’s rich laughter rolled off from the other end of the phone. When he had his fill, he said. "Wait for my good news, little brother. Have I ever lied to you?"

"No. And I’m banking on that fact to believe you," Steffan said.

"Good, now go take some rest, I have to handle some business, we’re not all lazy and on a vacation like you," Stanley teased.

"I’d gladly exchange places with you right now." Steffan said.

"Thanks, but no, thanks. I’d vomit right away. Bye," Stanley said and Steffan could hear his laughter before the phone was hung up.

When Dolly returned that evening, Steffan didn’t make things too hard for her and just settled for what she decided to prepare.

The night went uneventful, probably because she was probably saving her strength for the weekend or the workload of the week taking a toll on her, Dolly slept as before... like a log of wood after retiring to bed.

The following morning, Dolly woke up late, stretching luxuriously as she basked in the freedom of the day... there was no work and she was going to have three whole days just to herself and most adventurously Steffan.

Only the thought of it made her blood vessels gorge with blood and she felt a throbbing ache at the area between her thighs.

Feeling on top of the world, she moved through the house with a strange lightness humming softly to herself as she went about her duties.

Everything felt perfect; this was her chance to finally make Steffan hers in every sense of the world. After that she’ll find a way to convince him to have a wedding with her with just the right set of crowd, of course.

She’ll print as many cards as possible but none will be distributed in the end.

She sped up her work, and by mid morning, she was done and had had breakfast.

She deliberately arranged for a scented bath after she was done with breakfast and when she emerged from the bathroom, she fell in love with the way she was smelling.

She knew Steffan would not be able to resist something so beautiful.

She made sure to spray some aphrodisiac powder in the room. It was very mild but potent enough to set Steffan in the mood within ten minutes.

Just as she was preparing to ask Steffan to come see something in the bedroom, the doorbell rang.

She frowned at the interruption but went to answer it impatiently. She was already feeling that throbbing ache between her legs and her breast were now pulsating and pushed tightly against her red lacy bra.

Her mood faltered when she saw two men in plain clothes standing at her doorstep.

"Dolly Thompson?" one of them asked, showing his badge.

"Yes?" she replied curtly, a hint of panic creeping into her voice.

"We’re with the police," the man said, his tone professional yet firm. "We’ve received information that you may have kidnapped someone, and we need to search your house."

Dolly’s heart skipped a beat at the accusation, her face paling. She darted a quick glance into the room, and could see Steffan strolling leisurely in the direction of the bedroom. She was the only one who could see him from where she was standing.

Maybe he had heard what the men had said and was trying to find somewhere to hide. She was glad she told him a few days back that his uncle wanted him dead and was still on the lookout for him. The thought alone brought some relief but she wasn’t going to take chances.

"I think you got the wrong person," she said and made to close the door but the man had envisaged her action and already stuck one foot in the doorway preventing the door from shutting.

As she was still wondering why the door had refused to close, the man pushed her aside and stepped in with his colleagues.

Panic flashed in Dolly’s eyes as she realized it was too late to stop them.

Forcing herself to remain composed, she quickly grabbed the most plausible explanation she could muster.

"I did no such thing," she protested, her voice sharp with indignation. "I’m a law-abiding citizen, and I’m incapable of such a crime. How can a weak woman like me kidnap a grown up man? Don’t you find it funny yourself?" She asked with a failed attempt to laugh.

The officers remained unfazed, one of them holding up a search warrant. "We need to search the premises. If you’re innocent, there’s nothing to be afraid of"

"It’s just a routine investigation," he added, though his tone suggested otherwise. "It won’t take long."

Dolly hesitated, her mind racing. This was not how her day was supposed to go. Her plans were dissolving before her eyes, replaced by the sudden invasion of these officers.

"Go ahead," she said, trying to sound confident. "The only person you’ll find here is my husband."

The officers nodded and stepped further inside, beginning their search.