The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife novel Chapter 78

“I’m…” Alina set down the teacup with a movement that wasn’t quite steady. “I’m just… suddenly tired.”

“Chamomile does have a calming effect,” Clarissa said smoothly. “Maybe you should rest for a bit. That sofa is comfortable.”

Yes. Rest sounded good.

Alina leaned back on the sofa, feeling the soft cushion against her back. Eyelids suddenly heavy. Too heavy.

“I don’t…” Her voice slurred slightly. “I don’t usually get this tired from chamomile…”

“Stress can make you more sensitive to relaxing effects,” Clarissa said. Her voice still soothing but there was an edge now. Sharp. Triumphant.

Alina tried to fight the overwhelming drowsiness. Something wasn’t right. Something…

But her thoughts were too fuzzy to process.

“Just rest,” Clarissa whispered. Closer now. Standing beside the sofa. Looking down at Alina with an expression that was no longer warm.

Cold. Victorious.

“Sleep well, Alina.”

Alina tried to respond. Tried to stand. Tried to do anything.

But her body wouldn’t cooperate. Heavy. So heavy.

Her eyes closed.

And darkness took over.

Clarissa stood there for a moment, watching Alina who was now completely unconscious on the sofa.

Deep and steady breathing. Completely out.

Clarissa smiled. Slow. Satisfied.

The sleeping pills she had crushed into fine powder and mixed into the tea worked exactly as expected.

Two tablets. Enough to knock Alina out for several hours. Enough for what Clarissa had planned next.

She took the teacup Alina had drunk from, brought it to the small bathroom attached to the library, and washed it

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thoroughly. Removing all evidence.

Then returned to the sofa, staring at Alina who looked peaceful in her forced sleep.

“You’re too trusting,” Clarissa whispered. “Too desperate to believe the best in people. Too naive.”

She adjusted Alina’s position slightly. Making sure she looked like she had simply fallen asleep from exhaustion, not drugged.

The book Alina had been reading was still open in her lap. Perfect. Natural.

Clarissa picked up the tray with her own teacup and walked to the door.

Stopped briefly, looking back.

“Sweet dreams, Alina,” she said with a dangerous smile. “Because when you wake up, everything will have changed.”

She left, closing the door with a soft click.

Leaving Alina alone in the quiet library. Unconscious. Vulnerable.

Completely unaware of what would happen while she slept.

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