Semua Bab The heiress perfect revenge : Bab 171 - Bab 180

The door opened revealing John. Alex had called his assistant earlier to come and drive him and his family back home.“Sir the car is all set”. John announced with an insipid expression. He was quite surprised that Alex had decided to bring Megan and his son into the family mansion.And somehow he overheard his boss saying something about Megan becoming his mistress. This would be disastrous if his heart could not help but vibrate a little.“Okay. Alex stood up. We should leave now. There would be no need to go with any of your clothes as there are thousands of wears for you and our son”.“But if you need anything. I will have John come get it later”. Megan nodded a little. She was still a little bit dishevelled.“Good”. Alex loved when Megan was obedient so he smiled quickly before his face returned to its normal rigid position.He carried little Jake and made his way towards the car, leaving Megan and Bailey.“Girlllll. You are really something else”. She teased with a bright mischi

"Your mistress?" Shayna asked, stunned. She stepped back as if punched by the gravity of the announcement. "Yes, she has agreed to live with me," Alex replied with a cold tone. Shayna shook her head, she couldn't believe her own ears. "After marrying Brittany? Why are you doing this to Megan? Why can't you just let her go?" She asked with a sympathetic expression. Alex pursed his lips. He couldn't explain it to her and even if he did, he was so sure that she wouldn't understand. "She has to move in with me, that's final, aunty," he stated in the same cold tone, offering no further explanations. "I don't know why on earth Megan would agree to something like this, this is outrageous, why can't you just settle with Brittany and not drag Megan into all of this? Hasn't she gone through enough already?" Shayna asked with a disappointed look. "I have to look out for my son, he is my priority right now. Megan and Jake both need to stay where I can keep an eye on them," he replied. Shayn

Brittany palmed her check, for a moment she saw stars and then she blinked her eyes back into focus. “Did you just slap me?!" She snapped at Shayna angrily, her hands holding her reddening cheek. “I will do it again, how dare you bring the press here!" Shayna retorted heatedly. Brittany sneered at her, “Who the hell do you think you are to slap me? Have you lost your bloody mind?!" She roared and sling her hands, ready to give a harder slap to Shayna. But Alex was faster, he caught her wrist in his grasp and flung it away swiftly. “Don't you dare think of laying your filthy hands on my aunt. If you ever try to hurt her, I'll make you regret your life," he hissed with a murderous tone, icy and threatening. Brittany was frozen for a second, she couldn't say anything as she simply stood there, panting with both fear and adrenaline, a shiver running down her spine as she subconsciously nodded. “I've had enough of you Brittany, we all have. It's time for you to leave. In case you didn't

Clutching Megan like his life depended on it, he inhaled her scent deeply, feeling the flaming effects of her presence. “I didn't kill them, it was all a lie," he muttered in drunkenness. Megan had never seen him so low. Alex was always put together and in control. But she saw him at his worst, barely able to hold the tears that made his eyes glisten. “Come on, let's talk you home," she replied softly and hurled him off the couch of the club, trying her best to steady his much larger frame with her smaller one. “Do you believe me?" He kept whispering, his voice just above a whisper, his eyes dark and hazy, like he was even aware of where he was or what he was doing. He was all focused on her and she nodded. “Let's go home, Alex, please," she said. Finally, he moved and allowed her to help him into the car and both zoomed off. Alex stumbled through the front door, the smell of whiskey heavy on his breath. His body trembled, but not just from the alcohol. He held Megan tightly, bur

Brittany stood in the doorway, a forced smile plastered on her face as she gazed at her nephew, Jake. She had a sly smile on her face. How lucky she was, as if everything in nature was just sending her a sign. Her mother's plan would work out smoothly. “Hey little boy," she said with a sugary tone. But Jake just looked up from his painting and gazed at her blankly without saying a word, his eyes almost bored. “Come on, won't you say hello to your aunty?" Brittany tried again with an even more sweet voice but inwardly she was rolling her eyes. “No," Jake gave a single monotonous reply and didn't bother explaining himself, he just picked up his crayons and continued stroking each color across his white paper. Brittany sneered as he turned his face away, he was indeed a miniature version of his mother, Megan, with the same piercing blue eyes and mischievous grin. It was almost like he was staring at Megan's younger self right there on the couch. "Oh, Jake, I'm sure you don't really