Chapter 3 Asher Walton.

~Asher~

My palms fisted underneath the coat the moment Ian walked in. I watched from behind the mask with rage burning in me as he made each step toward me with a smirk on his face.

"Congratulations brother, I heard you're getting married. I wish you nothing but the very best," he stared down at me with a stupid grin.

Oh how bad I wanted to punch it off his face! This bastard didn't deserve to smile.

Fighting off the fury like always, I pulled on a tight smile.

"Thank you, brother," I moved my wheelchair to cover more of the space between us, "although I owe you an apology for stealing your future bride. It was not my intention, Grandpa believes getting married might help improve my health. And truthfully staying all alone in that big house can be boring, I could use the company too, don't you agree?"

His expression twitched to a frown but I kept my smile intact, proving my vulnerability to him.

"With that ugly face of yours, I'm sure you'll do nothing but scare her every day. Don't get too happy, she might turn out to be your worst nightmare. I hope my words didn't come out the wrong way, I'm just looking out for you as your big brother."

I laughed, "Don't worry about me, Ian. My worst nightmare already happened and trust me nothing can ever surpass that."

He folded his arms, raising a brow at me. "I'm trying to imagine what your wedding night would look like and I can't just think past your defects. It makes me worry for you, not only do you have a hideous face, but you are also confined to a wheelchair. Your bride might never see you walk. It must bother you."

I pursed my lips, deliberately making him believe he had the upper hand and that his words were affecting me.

As though I was a puppet, I felt his hand ruffling my hair, as a means to comfort me. I knew he was trying to remind me of my place, and the fact that he was older and superior.

I moved my head, letting his hand fall.

"As I said before, don't worry about me. I might have an ugly face and broken legs but those are the only things that changed about me. I haven't lost my charisma, so I'm certain your ex and I would be just fine. And on our wedding night-" I paused and looked around, acting like what I wanted to say next was meant to be a secret. I signaled for him to come closer and he did, bringing his ear to my face with a deep interest.

I leaned and whispered, "On our wedding night, I plan to get her pregnant and make an heir."

Enraged, Ian immediately gritted his teeth. I noticed his palm ball into a tight fist as he glared at me.

I pretended not to notice his mood, "I heard she's a beauty, we will make beautiful children together."

Ian grabbed my face, tilted it sideways, and whispered coldly into my ear, "You heard right. She is indeed a beauty, every part of her is. I saw it every time we made love."

I ground my teeth. She wasn't a virgin?

I should never have believed Ricky, anything that involved Ian surely must be stained. Fortunately, I was marrying her for a completely different reason.

I was determined to let this asshole get a taste of what it's like to have your beloved taken away from you.

And seeing the look on Ian's face, I could tell it was already manifesting.

Rolling my eyes, I slightly saw the door open and our grandfather approaching us. Seeing him, I immediately acted like I was struggling and coughing violently.

At once, Ian was shoved away from me.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Grandpa Schaeffer screamed at him.

"What are you talking about? We were only talking," Ian defended. I increased the tempo of my cough, grabbing my neck as I did to display helplessness. Ian turned to me, flabbergasted. "You lying, scoundrel-

"Must you always bully him at every chance? Can you not stay in the same room with him without trying to hurt him?"

"I swear I didn't do anything."

"Shut up. Asher is your brother! Do you not feel sorry for him even a little bit, you tyrant?"

"But I didn't do-

"I said shut up. Not another word from you!" Grandpa cut him off. Turning to me, the fire in his eyes died as he examined me. By now I had stopped coughing but I still showed a miserable look, "are you okay, Asher?"

I nodded, "I want to go home now, Grandpa."

He smiled at me before turning to his guard, "Escort him to the car."

The moment my ride took away, a smirk curled on my face while watching the mansion fade in the rearview mirror.

Being in that mansion brought me back so many bitter memories and seeing Ian's face was worse. I would never forget the bloodthirsty grin he wore that day when he locked my mom and me in the room.

The fire of that night took my mom's life and turned me into a monster. Ian became the only perfect heir. But he was still not satisfied.

If it wasn't for Grandpa's guilty and protection, I might have died countless times. Knowing those vipers would never let me go, I decided to bide my time and search for an opportunity to counterattack.

My eerie mask was reflected in the car window as it raised. People all believed that the youngest son of the Waltons became an ugly monster due to that fire.

It was indeed true in a way. Hate already turned me into a monster from inside a long time ago.

A monster who fitted in with their show, but waited to bite off the enemy's throat.

Taking off the mask, my perfect features appeared in their full glory, with no trace of being disfigured. I stretched my legs as I loosened my tie.

"Turn around and take me to the site."

"Yes sir."

The ride lasted for an hour and when we arrived, I opened the door and stepped out. I sauntered towards my mother's grave, my hair struggling to dance in the wind.

In front of my mother's tombstone, I crouched.

"Mother," I said, running my fingers on her picture, "it's me. Remember what I promised you, I'm finally starting it."

"Soon, Ian will be in his own grave and he will suffer hundreds of times more than he made you suffer."

"Seeing him alive is painful and it gets harder to keep going by the plan, but I'm trying. I'm trying so hard, Mother."

"No matter the cost, I will ruin that bastard and all his pride and pleasure."

My hands fisted as I stood up. My face hardened as my emotions clouded me.

"Ricky," my assistant rushed up to me as I spoke. "Did you finish what I asked?"

"Yes sir," he stretched the iPad to me. "Her full name is Julia Becca Rogers, and this is everything about her."

I smirked before staring into the iPad. For a split second, her innocent-looking face struck me. She looked pure and guiltless.

I scoffed, recalling that she used to be Ian's girlfriend, as deceptive as him.

She was only going to be a tool for my revenge, aside from that I had no interest in her.

"Julia Rogers," I smiled evilly, "welcome to your worst nightmare."