Chapter 18
Chapter 18:
Vivienne’s POV
“Because you want to accept a silly deal… Besides, who’s brainwashing you into thinking that signing a deal will make this company stand again?” I said, my anger boiling over.
I found it hard to believe and come to terms with the fact that my own son was a simp for a slave, a classless girl. How she had managed to stay alive filled my mind. I thought Adrian had done a clean job.
A sudden surge of hate for this foolish girl filled my heart. The fact that my son was so infatuated with her only made me angrier. I looked at him with disgust as he paced around his office, trying to figure things out.
“I’m still wondering why you want to beat yourself up over some classless people. She’s not worth your standard whatsoever. And moreover, what’s so special about striking this so-called deal?” Sheelah said, her voice uninterested.
Christian’s eyes burned as red as crimson. He was obviously furious with what Sheelah had said earlier.
If there was one thing I knew about Christian, it was that he was stubborn, even to the point of death. Whatever he had planned to do, he was going to do it, and nothing could stop him. I was better prepared this time to make him realize his foolishness.
“What is so hard for you to understand? Do you even know anything about business? How do I protect my pack? Can someone answer me?” he said, his voice rising. “Mother, as far as I’m concerned, it’s my responsibility to make sure this pack is protected and its economy is balanced. How I do that is no one else’s business! I want to deal with Mico’s Technology and Energy Reservation Company, and that’s final p>
His words sent a cold shiver down my spine. I blamed Adrian for this foolish mistake, cursing under my breath as they left. It felt like forever.
I wanted him to be in awe of me, but the memories of his childhood continued to haunt me.
Tristan’s POV
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I was already missing her so much as I sat on the sky-blue couch in my room. Her thoughts filled my mind. I stood up, pacing back and forth, wondering if I should go spend time with her in her room. It was hard to stay away from her. There was this connection that drew me to her, and I couldn’t wait for our marriage so I could have her all to myself. The intense knock on the brown metal door jolted me out of my thoughts.
“Come in,” I said. I was surprised to see Emily, and I felt a wave of relief at the thought of going to her room.
“Hi, Tris,” she said with a smile that made me want to kiss her right there.
“It’s the weekend, so what are you up to?” she asked, wrapping her arms around my neck. Is she aware that she’s driving me crazy? I thought to myself.
“Hmm… nothing really, just home with you,” I replied, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.
“That sounds so loving. Good… hmm, can you wash my hair for me?” she asked, her voice playful.
“Sure, why not? Anything for you, sweetheart,” I said, looking straight into her beautiful green eyes. “Hmm… where? Here?” I asked.
“It would be better to do it in my room so I can use my hair kit,” she answered, leading the way. I followed her like a dummy, unable to stop smiling.