Author's POV
Mr Jett drawled the sentence and in a fluid motion, he turned and buttoned the only button on his suit and dusted his hands and started walking in the direction of the same stairs in which the women of the house had gone.
He had other things to worry about.
The harlot could go to hell. He had made a very grave mistake. Worrying about his wife that was probably crying upstairs, and most importantly, he was a little afraid of what his sons might do to him. Their mother, Emilia was their everything.
He had actually been a good father once, Working so hard when he was younger to make sure that he doesn't get squished up by the older business partners and directors as he took over the family business at a young age of 20. Those days were really, gone, he thought as he sighed to himself.
He took the first step on the staircase, took another, and another before he thought about it. He abruptly stopped climbing mid-air and just stared ahead on the stairs.
It was too freaking quiet.
He knew he ould not be able to hear anything coming from upstairs from the staircase, but that still didn't mean that the house was empty.
He slowly turned to his back to try to understand better, And then it was a simple answer.
Stupid Staring Servants.
He gave all the EAVESDROPPING Servants a bone-chilling look the moment he turned at them. And then, all the servants, once again, drove their eyes and heads to the ground in respect, having being caught by the First master.
Sighing again, he went up the stairs with a heavy heart.
When he reached the upper floor, he saw that Harlow's bedroom door as slightly open ajar and he could hear the muffled sobs and cries from within. He loved his wife very dearly but he still could not understand why he had brought home that woman having stupid fantasies about her.
He stepped right in front of the door and was about to go in when he looked inside.
He saw Emilia being cuddled up by Harlow. He had to turn his head away because he felt his heart breaking apart at the sight. Just what had he gotten himself in to?
He couldn't even bring himself to be in her shoes; to be embarrassed in front of everyone at what such a filthy husband like him did in her presence. Seemingly feeling her pain, it brought him to more sorrow and a thought dawned upon him.
What if.....She did the same thing that he had just done out of spite and revenge?
His head snapped back to the mother daughter duo as the thought entered his brain. His heart started racing; Just like he had first met her, except not with love or fondness of the heart, but with abundant fear.
Emilia was capable of doing that. More than capable, but she never went out of their marriage loyalty in any way. But he had done that, and it kind of amazed him that he was so stupidly brave enough to go against his marriage vow.
Finally, he stepped into the room. He started to walk slowly toward the bed that was relatively close to the door when his shoe made a crunching sound.
He furrowed his brows a little and looked down to see a broken pieces of a vase.
And then he turned his head back to the two women. Harlow was looking at him in disgust and Emilia had stopped crying but just hung her head on Harlow's Shoulder.
He then walked to the edge of the bed and sat.
Contemplating, he put a hand on her shoulder.
Immediately, Emilia shrugged it off like as if it were a poisonous snake and it made her to sit up from Harlow's shoulder and it was her turn to look at him in hate.
"You bastard." Emilia said under her breath but it was enough to be heard by Harlow and Mr Jett.
"Emilia....-" Mr Jett started in a small voice.
"Don't" Emilia said as she cut him off.
She wiped off her tears and sat up straight and stared at him.
"I want one promise" She said.
Mr Jett could not help but feel a foreboding feeling in his heart as it palpitated even faster.
Swallowing his saliva, he croaked ;
"... Okay, Any... Any thing you say,"
"I'm ready for it" He said.
And the guilt kept eating him up.
"I want..." Emilia started again.
That foreboding feeling in his heart again....
"... To have anything, I ask for within thirty percent of the Craig Establishments' shares"
And Mr Jett clutched his chest.
That was.... Sooo impossible.
"Wh-What?"
"Anything, Jett. A thing within the range of a hundred and seventy millions of dollars is alright for my compensation." Emilia said looking at Mr Jett straight in the eyes.
"... E-Emilia, I... I only have fifty percent of it, and-and Mark and Rowan have taken ten out of it, making it....."
Mr Jett practically gulped this time and his hand subconsciously rubbed on his chest in a vid to calm himself down.
"Fourty percent? Yes, Craig. Four coupled with a zero" Emilia said and her mouth curled up in a small smile.
A smile?
Where was the crying Emilia Craig right now?
" Sigh, Jett.... It's been six years, and, for some reason, you are still greedy." Emilia said as she touched her Chin and mused a thoughtful expression.
Then, she stood up and walked to Harlow's dressing table. And she sat on the chairand looked up into the mirror. She could see Harlow's expressionless face and Jett's face that was contorting in both pain and fear-which made him look older than his age.
"Six years... Jett. And your lust wasn't satiated." She drawled and locked her gaze on him and put on an icy expression.
"Consider the thirty percent, a compensation for the smelly sheets of you apartment that's situated in your office, and the cold nights you LEFT me here... All alone, while a stupid chick was always cuddled up warmly right. beside. you."
Then She smiled and got up.
" Ah... Also, the remaining ten percent goes to Harlow alone, and the property and everything inside it. "
" Jett, you will do as I say, won't you? "She asked while fixing her makeup in the mirror, totally blocking her view from seeing the other people's face.
" Emilia, Emilia, we can-We can work this out "Jett pleaded slowly as he stood up and tried to walk to meet her at the dressing Table.
"You and I both know how Grandma hates me."
Emilia said as she turned swiftly to see Jett stopped in his tracks.
"But how would she feel like, when she finds out about this Scandal running six years along? Hmm?" She asked with an uplifted eyebrow.
Emilia couldn't stand the man anymore so she just brushed past him and headed for the door .
"Do as I say, Jett..." She stopped and said when she reached the door frame.
".... Or you will become a slave, in your own house" Emilia said, and she pranced out.
Stupid old man.