Chapter 5. Engagement Announced

Brandon's Pov

"Well, well, How are you, son?"

My mother entered my room and sat down on my bed while I was working on some of my papers at the table.

"You seem so happy, huh." I responded.

I remembered my days in Hawaii, as she set me up to date a girl that I hated the most. She told me we have urgent work to do there, but I didn't know she'd tricked me.

I heard her chuckle.

"Of course, I'm always happy," she said.

"How was your relationship with Helsey?" She asks.

I stopped what I was doing and turned around in my swivel chair to face her.

"Why do you ask? Aren't you satisfied with what you've done to me in Hawaii?" I sarcastically asked her.

She stood up and walked through the window. "I'm very satisfied." She confidently said it.

"Your girlfriend replaced you with money."

My heart pounded as she said it.

"I guessed you wouldn't believe me." She walked towards me and handed me the envelope.

I looked confused at her and opened the envelope, where there were a few developed pictures of Helsey and her sitting at the table, and Helsey took a paper from my mother's hand.

I picked up the paper inside the envelope.

My heart dropped as I read the paper and saw it. She signed it.

"What the hell are you doing, mom?!"" I stood up while shouting to my mom.

She's sick! Why does she offer Helsey that kind of amount?

"I'm not going to let you do this to us!"

"What? Are you insane, Brandon Rhey? She accepted the money, and that means she doesn't truly love you! I was just testing her loyalty to you."

I felt like my world stopped as I heard her. Doesn't she truly love me? No!

"She only wants your money, And I am worried---"

"You're worried for what? For having me as her boyfriend? Or for marrying her because you knew your guilt for what you've done to her mother. You're a traitor best---"

Her hand pounded through my cheek; I felt the pain as she slapped me hard and from the ring on her finger.

I touched my cheek as I saw the blood on my hand.

"You're making me mad, Brandon Rhey. How could you disrespect your mother when I was only doing what was best for you?

"I Know she's in a tough time right now, but I just want you to protect from her. After she said she had the money, it was easy for her to move on from you."

"You picked the wrong one, Brandon Rhey, she added.

She walked out and exited my room.

I sat down on the floor as she shut the door while watching the paper she gave me.

"Did you really do this, Sey?" I said while rubbing her face in the picture.

My tears were starting to trickle down my cheeks. The wounds from my mom's ring don't  really hurt compared to what I feel now.

Why did she do that? She can ask me to help her; I know she's having a tough time right now. But not this way; not this way, she agrees to my mom's agreement.

She made me worthless.

"Brandon?" I heard my sister say as she entered the room and banged on the door.

"Is it real?... Oh my God, I can't believe it."

She said while her hands were on her hips.

"I used to like her; I thought she was different from the other girls outside."

"Should I confro---"

"Help me pack my things."

She looked at me open-mouthed.

I stood up from sitting as I wiped my tears secretly, avoiding my sister's gaze.

Where are you going?" She asks.

"Back to the State."

I responded and walked through my bathroom. I can't face Helsey; I need to get away from her. The hatred I felt right now was like I was having a nightmare and I couldn't get away from it.

I turned on the faucet bowl, washed my face, and looked in the mirror.

"I'll never forgive you this, Helsey, I murmur.

As I walked downstairs with my Louis Vuitton luggage, my mother was sitting on the sofa reading some newspapers.

She put down the newspaper and placed it on the center table.

"I'm leaving, I said.

"I'm going..."

I look confused at my sister, who is holding her luggage too.

"What?"

"I'm going with you, she smiled.

"No, thanks."

"Why? I have my own house there, she said.

"That's good for you, Brandon Rhey." my mother said while tapping my shoulder.

"You weren't meant to---"

"What else?" I sarcastically ask her.

"You ruined everything, mom; you ruined your son's life too."

I walked through the door and exited it. Bianey immediately followed me.

I put my luggage in the passenger seat, and Bianey did as well.

We stepped into the car, and I put the key into the ignition and turned it immediately.

I'm mad at everything right now.

"Could you please slow down?"

.

She asks as we make our way to the company building; our jet is on the rooftop.

"Are you sure you have to do this?" Bianey asks me as we head to the rooftop using the company's elevator.

"Yes. Are you sure you're going to leave Reagon?" I ask her back. I glance at her, but she rolls her eyes at me.

"Whatever!" She said.

"Let's go," she said, helping me get the luggage out of the elevator and heading to the Jet.

two months later.

I have never been busier than before; my life here in New York is completely miserable! Work,home,club.

I was trying to let go of my feelings for her, trying to forget about her, but she's still the one.

"Brandon?" Her Angelic voice called me.

"You're okay?" She asks.

"What are you doing here?"

Upon her Angelic voice, but my annoyance through her never gets rid of.

She betrayed Helsey.

"Until when are you going to keep our engagement?"

"Would you let me have time to think about it?"

She came forward and sat at the desk.

"I'm not in hustled," she said and smiled.

She held my chin and bowed down, and she gave me an earlobe kiss.

As she has done, She stood up and sat on my lap while holding my tie.

She smiled and stared at my lips while she bit her lower lip.

She kissed me passionately, and I was inevitable for saying no.

I bit back, and she mooaned as I started scrolling my hands through her buttocks.

As I can't help it, I carry her to the sofa, where we are comfortable doing it. She unbuttoned her blazer and undressed everything on her upper body.

I loosen my tie and unbuckle my belt, and she rubs my manhood in my pants.

I moan in pleasure as she kneels down, unzips my fly, and takes out my manhood and puts it in her mouth. I tried to move, worrying if someone would come to my office, but I felt like being tied. I felt myself growing big and hard as she played it with her tongue.

As our oxytocin gets released we put on our clothes scattered from the floor.

I immediately go to the bathroom to pee. I washed my face as I turned the faucet, realizing my mistake.

"What have done?" I murmur to myself while raising my head and closing my eyes.

I shouldn't do it to her best friend; I betrayed Helsey for what I've done.

I exited the bathroom and looked at the girl who was sitting on the sofa.

"You're now going to make an announcement about our engagement, she commanded.

"How many times do I have to tell---"

"Then I'll tell Helsey right away," she said, standing up from sitting.

"Don't you ever dare open us to her."

"You think you can intimidate me? Such a shame for my parents if you don't have to tell anyone about our relationship."

"This is your fault, Mira!"

"What? But you enjoyed it, right?" Her angelic face now forms an evil one.

"How could you betray your best friend?"

"We betrayed her. And she betrayed you first, right? She said while twirling her hair.

"The difference was that she chose the money instead of you. The worst betrayal ever." She stood up and walked through the door.

"If you don't make it right away, Brandon, I'll do it myself," she added while giving me her death stare.

As she exited, I cursed her.

A planned sink in: I'll be having my interview tomorrow. It was an international TV interview, but I'll be going to be interviewed at my house, here in New York.

I'll be announcing my engagement without mentioning Mira's name.

I was preparing myself for my interview later, and I'm glad that Mira isn't here. I was busy fixing my suit as I did, and I sprayed my hair so it could be steady whatever happened during the interview.

I should have cancelled my interview today; my headache makes me not feel well. I shouldn't have drunk myself last night.

I was about to go downstairs when I heard some people talking about me. I walk through my garden at the back of my house. As I arrived at the garden where I had decided to be interviewed,

I've never seen this many interviewers who're going to have questions for me later.

I loosen my tie and sit in the chair where I'll be facing them.

I gave them a smile.

"You're ready, Mr. Wilsome?" A red-dressed girl asks me.

"Yeah, I responded.

"We heard that you, Mr. Wilsome, the young billionaire of the Wilsome family, have already been engaged. Is that true?"

My heart pounded as it was my first question, but it seemed so hard to answer.

I clears my throat. "Sorry, but yes," I said.

They were congratulating me.

"Next question."

"What happened to your previous relationship, Mr. Wilsome?"

My eyes widened, and I looked at who was asking it. That's too personal; I don't want to open up about that, especially in this kind of interview.

"When did you have your marriage?"

"Do you still love your ex?"

"How do you handle your businesses?"

"Are you even contacting your ex?"

I felt the anger start devouring me; the flash of the camera made my eyes hurt and worsened my headache.

I thought they'd be going to ask about businesses, but few of them asked me about my past. Is it really a coincidence, or is this planned?

"Who gives y'all permission by asking about my previous relationship?"

I sarcastically said,

"It's a part of the interview, Mr. Wilsome," The one with blonde hair said.

"Then we're done." I stood up from sitting, but they were trying to attack me.

I'm glad my securities are vigilant.

Rome, one of my security guards covered me to escape the place; there were a few people chasing me as they wanted the answer from me to their ridiculous questions.

Some of my security blocked their way as they wanted to reach me.

"Who let them enter my house? I thought a few interviewers would come."

"It's your mother again, Mr. Wilsome.

"What? How come? She's in the Philippines.

"She had been told about them; she made a script of questions and gave it to some of them," he explained.

"How did you know?" I baffledly looked at him as we safely entered the house.

"Well, ask your fiancée, sir," he said, bowing down to say goodbye.

I pat my head and say, "Damn!

I shouldn't have to be problematic like this if he's here. How could I have the freedom like his that I've been wishing for?

While he was free from stress, free from the family dilemmas, and free from our mother's stupid decision.

I want to meet him, but he doesn't even give us his address. He was in New York but felt like he was in another universe. How could he live without even a penny from our family? How is he now? I miss my hidden brother.