Billionaire’s Great Obsession

At ten to nine, Brianna opened Scott’s door. As soon as she stepped in, she smelled a new scent that was very floral and rather intense. It wasn’t Scott’s for sure. She walked in to see Lucia in an almost see-through nightgown lying on Scott’s bed in a most flirtatious pose, revealing her long slim legs and bare shoulders.

Their eyes met, and Lucia looked Brianna up and down with disdain. “Look how seductive you look! I knew you are just a slut pretending to be presentable in public.” She commented.

Brianna rolled her eyes and ignored her. She went and sat down on the sofa, took out her phone to have a look at some classic jewel designs online.

Enraged by Brianna’s indifference, Lucia got out of bed, went over to Brianna, snatched her phone from her hand, and threw it onto the floor. She looked down at Brianna with her chin up and arms crossed. “Bitch, get out of Scott’s room! How disgustingly slutty you look in that dress!”

Brianna sneered and said indifferently, “I’m his wife, and I shall fulfill my duty as a wife. I have every reason to be ‘slutty’ for my husband. However, look at yourself, Miss Lucia Hayes, you’re Scott’s so-called little sister, but you dress like you work in the Red Light District and lie on my husband’s bed. You are the disgusting slut.”

“Bit… Bitch!” Lucia stuttered angrily. “You are just a sex toy Scott purchased!” She yelled and jumped at Brianna, tearing her dress and pulling her hair. “I bet you slept with numerous men! Even an asshole like Liam Williams despises you!”

She tore Brianna’s dress apart and scratched her face and arms. Brianna couldn’t take it anymore, and she grabbed Lucia’s hair, stood up, and slapped her hard on her face. Lucia then stopped, startled by Brianna’s reaction and the burning pain on her cheek.

Again, she attacked, kicking and punching and biting. Brianna was taller and more agile than Lucia, she dodged swiftly and gave Lucia a sudden kick at her waist. Lucia stumbled backward and fell over.

Before Lucia could manage to get up, Brianna kneels down on one knee on Lucia’s stomach, grabbed her hair tight, and slaps her two more times. Lucia screamed.

Then Brianna stood up, looking down at her, and retorted, “Don’t call me bitch or slut again. Lucia Hayes, I know you have Scott’s protection, but that doesn’t mean you can insult me, set me up, and hurt me! You call me a slut? Why don’t you look at yourself in that pathetic piece of see-through cloth? What’s your intention? Isn’t it obvious that you are trying to seduce my husband, your so-called brother?”

Lucia was about to retort, but she then saw Scott at the door, and she shut up and cried like an innocent child.

“Not everyone wants to sleep with Scott. It’s not me that wants to be with him, but he won’t let me go! If you really want to be with him, why don’t you persuade him to let me leave? If you can’t, then stop this childish stupidity. If you ever insult me again, I will stitch your lips up, literally.” Brianna went on angrily.

Then Lucia burst out crying, “Scott, it hurts…”

Brianna froze for a second, then she slowly turned around to see Scott standing by the door, glaring at her.

Lucia struggled to get up and stumbled over to him, crying. Scott patted her back gently.

Brianna had a look at the clock on the table, and it said five past nine, which meant that he had been standing there watching for five minutes. She knew how punctual he had always been.

Brianna heaved a sigh and looked away. Scott carried Lucia out of the room and went downstairs. Brianna smiled a bitter smile and went back to her room. She felt scared, let down, and even her heart ached.

Before, there would only be feelings of fear and worries, but since she realized that she had grown attached to him, she also felt hurt. It doesn’t matter who’s in the wrong, he only cares about her. She thought. He didn’t even ask what had happened and why. He simply assumed that it was all my fault. How he cared about her and how he glared at me!

She took off the torn dress and went into the shower. She sat on the floor and let the shower run on her. Tears were streaming down her face. It’s been only a few months, and I’ve grown attached to him. I can’t! I can’t love him! It will only make me suffer!

Suddenly, she sensed the door open, and the shower was turned off. She looked up to see Scott staring at her. She quickly wiped her tears and turned her back at him.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Scott bent down, grabbed her chin, and turned her head around. It was hurting her.

“Have you been thinking of leaving me?” Scott asked sternly.

“It’s those women that adore you. They force me to leave.”

“What women? You are the only one. Don’t give me any excuses.”

“I can never make you love me. Every second spent with you is torturing me. Why won’t I think of leaving?”

He grabbed her chin tighter. Tears filled her eyes again. He sneered and said to her right in her face, “Don’t even think about it. I will never let you go unless you are dead.” There was no pity in his eyes. It was disdain and demand for obedience.

Brianna held his stare and remained silent. A few seconds later, Scott grabbed the towel, wrapped her up, and carried her to bed. He sat down next to her and smoked quietly.

Brianna turned her back at him and covered her head with the blanket, sulking.

Somehow Scott couldn’t help finding her naively cute. He chuckled. “You are her sister-in-law, and she’s still a spoiled little kid. Can’t you just be a bit more forgiving? You didn’t have to slap her so hard.”

“A spoiled little kid? Ha-ha.” Brianna retorted. “Does a kid dress like that on your bed?”