HIS SWEET REVENGE

Bryan’s POV

The car comes to a stop and the driver opens the door for me to come out. I step out, stifling a yawn in tiredness and frustration of a bad day.

Eric is still not providing the real statement of account for me to know where the loss is coming from. I was tempted to call father and explain things to her before punishing Eric but I know father will take his side.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Left to me, I wouldn’t have employed him but my father was involved. I hate mixing business with pleasure. I hate having my extended family involved in what I do. I love being in control. Eric’s father has his own company and I wonder why he is not working with his father instead.

I have been trying so hard to control my anger. Eric deserves to be punished, I have a feeling he knows what he is doing.

I grab my briefcase and walk to the door. I am pretty exhausted, all I want to do is to take a shower and go to bed. I will think of the best solution to this problem tomorrow. For tonight, my head is filled with so many things.

Entering the house without being greeted with the yelping and crying sound of Jason makes me heave a deep sigh of relief. I remember the deal I struck with Celine this morning and nod in satisfaction.

Now I know I won’t regret listening to Camilla’s advice. I am sure she is around already which explains why the stubborn lad isn’t crying and shouting for his mother.

A maid walks past me after bowing in greeting. I venture further into the house when Camilla sets the dining table. My stomach rumbles at the sight of food and I remember I haven’t eaten anything since morning.

I didn’t even bother to take my usual coffee this morning. Stella brought me the coffee but I hadn’t taken a sip when Eric came in and ruined my mood. I left the coffee till it got cold. Eric came into my office immediately after Emily left.

“Welcome home, boss”, Camilla greets me and I give a sturdy nod in response.

“How is Jason?” I ask her and she smiles.

“He is fine. He is in the room with his mother”, she answers and I walk past her.

After leaving Jason’s room, I will take a shower, then come down for dinner before going to bed. I just want to be sure he is fine.

I won’t regret employing his mother as his nanny. He wanted her closer and I have granted his request. He is my son and only heir, he deserves the very best.

It has been so long since I have been faced with a business trial like this. While trying to build up my company to this stage, I went through a lot of trouble because I didn’t want my father to be involved. I wanted to be independent and the trials kept coming.

But it didn’t hold me down before someone was there to encourage me and keep me going. My first love. The woman I owe my success to.

It ain’t easy being a boss, it takes great effort to build up a strong company like mine without relenting or giving up when a problem arises.

I get to the door and wave the thoughts of Helena away. I don’t want to add to my sadness and frustration tonight. I have come to terms with her death and absence and I barely blame myself for it anymore.

I have accepted fate and accepted the fact that she was destined to die before the knot was tied. I just wish one of my babies stayed behind but since they didn’t, Jason is here to make up for that.

I push the door open and stride in. The first sight that catches my eyes is a half-naked Celine.

She hoists her head up sharply when she hears the creaking sound of the door opening and clumsily drags the short towel up, flushing red in the face.

Her cleavages are showing clearly like daylight and my looks didn’t waver. I don’t want her to think I am affected by what I am seeing.

What is she doing here? I ask inwardly.

“Welcome”, she bends her head down slightly, without looking at me. This statement reminds of me how Helena used to welcome me home from work with a peck.

“What are you doing here?” I question, making her raise her head to look me in the face.

I notice her eyes are a bit swollen like someone who has been crying but I don’t want to give that a thought.

“I… I.. thought…”, she stammers, with her hand still clutching the towel on her chest. It is barely covering her.

“Can’t you talk properly? This is one thing I hate about you”, I snarl at her.

Sadness flashed across her face.

“You employed me to be his nanny”, she points towards the bed where Jason is laying asleep peacefully.

“So?”

She keeps quiet.

“What are you doing in my son’s room?” She creases her brows in confusion.

“Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping in the same room with the other maids?”

“Jason might need my attention in the night, so I thought it’s best I sleep here”, she informs me.

I look away from her. As much as I don’t want her to inconvenience my son, her reason is genuine.

I stare at Jason for a while, hoping he will be fine and asking myself if he is safe being in my home than being in Celine’s. I felt he was unsafe all along but knowing that Derick had his eyes on me now, I feel Jason is no longer safe.

I am going to tighten the security of the house first thing tomorrow morning and make sure that Jason doesn’t go out of this house, unless necessary.

He is supposed to start schooling soon but I guess I would employ a home teacher till everything is settled. I can’t lose a son I just got to know of his existence.

I can’t let fate repeat itself but I am definitely not going to give my enemies the cause to rejoice over my misfortune for a second time.

If anything bad happens to Jason, I am going to lose my mind.

Celine’s shuttled feet on the floor jerk me out of my reverie and I see her still standing in awkward silence.

I turn back abruptly to go out. I don’t have the time to deal with her yet, I have more pressing issues to attend to.

Turning the doorknob, I command with a tone of authority. “Do not sleep on the same bed with my son. Sleep on the sofa.”