That was his father!..
Of course!!..
His father met Iris and him in that position!!
.
"What the –"
Austen's voice trailed off on its own as he stared at the duo in complete shock.
"This can't be my reality.." he mumbled as a mixture of disappointment, anger and surprise made up his feeling.
Coincidentally, the headache Iris was feeling immediately vanished and she became normal again, having no memories of the past still..
"Do you realize I'm still standing here!" Austen growled while a huge part of him still believed he was just imagining things..
For Pete's sake, Harrison wasn't the regular heterosexual billionaires that have a bevy of ladies around them!..
He had never loved or gotten intimate with a lady and him as his father, can't deny knowing that!!..
Realizing the position she was in, Iris immediately attempted to get away from Harrison but he pulled her back to himself, flipping her over so he'd be on top of her instead while still kissing her in a not-too-rough manner..
He had only one intention —'Make his dad think she's his woman'..
"That would make him cancel my damn betrothal" He thought, deepening the kiss.
"What the hell is going on?.." Iris' heart raced..
Her eyes, which she had earlier closed when she had the trigger were still closed and it made it seem like they were both kissing willingly..
"Is he about to rape me, right in presence of someone?.." another thought crept into her mind, increasing the intensity of her dread and for the second time, she attempted to push him away but Harrison didn't budge.
"Please.." he pleaded inwardly.
"I'm talking to you Eun-jo Brooks!!" Austen yelled from the spot where he was..
"I hate being called that, it's Ji-an!!" that could have been Harrison's reply but today was a different day..
"Stop..!" iris whispered into the kiss, as they both began having some bits of pleasure..
Her confusion still lingered though and bit by bit, the kiss grew rougher but still, she wasn't reciprocating, instead a tear slipped out from the corner of her eyes as she felt trapped under him...
Harrison broke the kiss almost immediately and moved his mouth to her neck, realizing how bad she needed an explanation from him.
"Please play along.." he seized the opportunity to say into her ears before sucking on her sensitive spot, sending shivers down her spine in the process..
"Damn!" Iris screamed in her head.
What the hell was he doing to her?!..
It was too pleasurable to explain and she was sure, very sure, that she had never had the feeling before!!!..
"Uhmm.." she moaned without realizing, finding her body doing the play-along itself even before she could..
Austen couldn't watch them anymore, he tightened his folded fists more, causing his poor knuckles to lose their color and in the next minute, he was already out of the room..
The loud retreating footsteps made Harrison aware of his father's departure and immediately, he raised his head from Iris neck where he had been suck¡ng like a pro..
However, just a minute ago, he had already succeeded in throwing Iris into a pool of pleasure and she wasn't ready to come out of that pool anymore… even if it would have consequences..
And so…
Thoughtlessly and impatiently, she pulled him back to herself and whispered the only statement which would make him resume his doings– a lie actually..
"He's still there, continue.."
*
•THE SMITH'S MANSION•
"So what, huh, tell me!.. I should relent because his son isn't ready to marry our daughter?"
"That can't be possible, Scarlett!"
Drake Smith yelled at his wife in the large living room while a few maids and butlers kept moving around, running one errand or the other..
"Honey, you have to calm down, that isn't what I mean" Scarlett said in a calmer voice, watching her husband drink directly from his favorite whiskey bottle while still burning with rage..
"Who wouldn't want to be as wealthy as the Brooks?.. no one!" She spoke again.
"And of course, I support your idea in finding a way to ruin them and have their properties to ourselves after our daughter successfully marries into their family but you know, we need a plan B instead of putting all hopes on a marriage that doesn't even seem like it would be working out. Let's think of another better plan.." Scarlett continued, speaking so fluently..
"There is no better plan other than an arranged marriage!" Drake retorted harshly and she breathed.
"But—"
Drake Smith interrupted.
"We've succeeded in making Austen agree to allow his son marry Ashley which ought to even be the hardest part of the plan.. the main issue right now is his block headed son and all I expect from you is better ideas to make the marriage work out at all costs and not some damn suggestions about having a plan B!" he spoke without a single stutter but his Korean accent creeping out of his voice, just as usual.
"I'm just trying to–"
She got interrupted again but this time, it wasn't with her husband's words but the loud closing sound of the door.
"Ashley?.." Drake called in a barely audible, staring at his daughter as she walked over to them with raised brows.
"Tell me I just heard you both wrongly.." Ashley muttered, walking over to them with short but steady strides.
Scarlett bit her lower lip hard realizing she had just heard everything..
"It's not what you think baby.." Drake said slowly and she scoffed.
"So I'm insane right?.. I'm insane so I can't think properly huh!" She half yelled.
"Ash–"
"You want to dupe Brooks through my own marriage so I'll live in poverty while still being a wife or so that I'll get thrown out one day for being bad luck, huh!!" She interrupted with a yell.
"No sweetheart, you can't live in poverty. Once we succeed in ruining them, we'll all leave the country and enjoy our lives" Scarlett said reassuringly.
"You both are out of your senses!"her words came out unfiltered, caring less of the fact that they were her parents.
Scarlett's eyes widened at her daughter's guts while Drake tried controlling his anger by tightening his grip around the whiskey bottle..
He couldn't infuriate her. Not when he knew he'll be needing her to make his plans successful besides, Ashley wasn't like every other child who feared her parents or anyone else, instead, they feared her.
"I want to marry Harrison Brooks because I love him and not to satisfy your greedy desires!" She said fearlessly..
"Listen dad, I'll ruin you myself if you try anything funny. I want to live as the wife of the richest man's son!!" She yelled, pointing her forefinger directly into his eyes while Drake kept struggling to keep calm..
"And you, his dear puppy"
Ashley turned to her mother immediately, pointing at her just the same way she did her dad.
"Keep bringing the suggestions, one day, those suggestions will bring you down!" she glared, scowling fearlessly before walking away with a loud hiss..
"You shouldn't have been my child" Drake mumbled in regret.
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Getting to her room, the poor flower vase unfortunately became Iris' target. She smashed it hard on the wall, shattering it completely before reaching for the mini television, destroying it also.
"Arrgh!!" She growled, ruffling her hair with her face redness increasing gradually.
"She's alive!.." she said breathlessly, kicking off her shoes on the shoe rack.
"Iris Norbert is alive!.. She's supposed to be dead" she yelled, revealing her veins due to the way she spoke loudly..
"She knows the truth.. she fvcking knows it!" she yelled again, throwing off the items on her reading table, including her laptop.
"No.." she said sharply..
"I need to do something fast before she finds out that I'm still in this country" she mumbled and quickly grabbed the handbag which she had actually thrown on the bed when she came in.
Her phone got to her hands in less than five seconds and without wasting time, she dialed a particular number while still being breathless.
The person picked up immediately as if he had been waiting for the call.
"Your ma–"
Ashley interrupted immediately.
"Get the others and search the whole of California for Iris Norbert. I want her in the warehouse within seventy two hours!" she instructed.
"Let your will be done ma'am." the man said in response and without a response, she ended the call, catching her breaths gradually..
"No one gets in my way.." she muttered.
*
•THE WHITE HOUSE•
It's been exactly three months since a motorbike rode into the classy and vast compound of the white house and that record got an interruption as a motorbike which screamed wealth, rode into the compound earning bows, murmurs and respectful mumbles from the many workers around.
"I miss this place.." the bike rider said with a broad smile, taking off his helmet as he parked the bike amidst the fleet of cars in the garage..
He was Tristan Brooks. The younger son of Austen Brooks and Harrison's greatest rival..
People call him weird for being obsessed with bikes despite having fleets of cars at his call and beckon but no one knew about his phobia for driving and being driven.
"Big bro!!" Kathy, the older twin screamed from the courtyard where she was, throwing off the baton she was holding before running over to Tristan who was just alighting from the bike..
Karen rolled her eyes, watching the events from upstairs.
"I can't believe she likes that fvcking step brother more than her own blood brother. Whoever charmed her did it well.." she said, rolling her eyes again..
"Little pumpkin.." Tristan smirked, embracing her as she ran into her arms..
"Karen goes for Harrison, while I remain with you" Kathy would always say..
"That's my witch.." Tristan's response would always be that.
She was his favorite despite being step-siblings..
Or maybe something else made them favorites.
"I miss your cock.." Kathy whispered into his ears and Tristan chuckled.
"Tell me it got bigger!.." she said shamelessly again.
"Wait till we secretly meet at the store room tonight" he whispered again and just then, Cecilia came out of the house..
"Son!!!" She screamed, rushing over to him in a rush, giggling happily like she was just seeing him for the first time in a decade.
"I missed you!" she beamed, hugging him tight while Kathy stared at her disgustingly..
She hat£d her so much, just like her other siblings did but of course, she was obsessed with her son and his satisfying organ.
"I miss you more mum.." Tristan said, hugging her tight and Cecilia chuckled on his shoulders.
"How's Canada?.." she asked as they broke the hug.
"Obviously, it treated me well," Tristan replied.
"I'm back to having the properties that are mine" He said further in a whisper but before his mother could reply, the automatic gates opened again and Austen's car drove in immediately.
"Your father is back" Cecilia whispered, returning the hateful glares Kathy gave her.
Karen scoffed at the drama from upstairs where she still remained.
The car stopped at that moment and a guard from the front seat quickly alighted, opening the door to the backseat immediately while Cecilia pulled Tristan closer to the car.
"Your excellency.." he bowed as the angry Austen Brooks alighted.
"Honey, our son is back.." Cecilia said with a smile, oblivious of Austen's level of anger.
"Leave my bag in the car" Austen said to his guard, ignoring Cecilia and sparing Tristan no glance before walking away.
Cecilia bit her lip hard in embarrassment while Tristan watched him leave in anger, folding his fists tight before letting out a mutter..
"He hasn't changed. He still loves his first son.."
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