Empire High Blood Lies ( fanfiction of the Empire High Series)

Chaos

Mr Pruit's POV

🚨WARNING MATURE CONTENT🚨

I walk into my own home on the verge of chaos. Poppy looks like the cat that ate the canary, Kennedy is sobbing, Isabella looks like she's going to pass out and my dear bitch of a wife looks like she wants to murder someone. "What the hell is going on here? And why did I just pass Matthew Caldwell?" Patricia stalks towards me pointing her finger." That boy stormed into our home threatening Isabella. I demand that you do something Richard! How DARE he think that a Caldwell can behave that way in our home." "Patricia calm down and explain to me what's going on. I have never seen Matthew behave that way. It doesn't make any sense, something must of caused him to have a reaction like that. Is there something more going on here that I don't know about? If Matthew is threatening Isabella, what threats has he made? " Isabella's loud sobs draw my attention to her. " Daddy, I didn't do anything. Matt has lost his mind. He keeps acusing me of sending him photos of Brooklyn. Even after her death, she is still ruining my life. " My vision blurs as my anger rises. "What do you mean pictures of Brooklyn?" " Daddy I don't know I swear. The first time he was at school and he was on the floor shaking with a photo in his hands. He nearly attacked me and Kennedy, he was so angry. I'm so scared, it's like he wants to ruin my relationship with James. It's like he is looking for an excuse to sabotage my marriage." My blood runs cold. Matt doesn't know it, but his actions are raising suspicion and placing Brooklyn and Carter in further danger. "Isabella. Nothing will stop your marriage to James. This marriage is non negotiable. Whatever Matt thinks, has nothing to do with your union with him. My hands shake slightly as I walk over to the bar and pour myself a drink. I need to reign in my emotions. This is not the time to show weakness in the presence of the enemy. "But Daddy he has photos. He has photos of a baby too, with a woman with blonde hair. Who could be doing this? Brooklyn died, so who is this woman and child?" " This is ridiculous! Obviously someone is playing a sick joke. Brooklyn died. I will not listen to another second of this." Isabella grabs onto my arm. " But Daddy..." " No Isabella I'm serious. I will not have my family dragged into this. If Matthew Caldwell is receiving photographs of babies and women then obviously his playboy days have caught up to him. If he can't keep his dick in his pants, then that's his problem. I will speak to his father and clear this up. I do not want another word of this mentioned in MY home! " Isabella looks shocked at my words. " Daddy I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you. It's just that you know James is already fighting against this marriage. I don't want to loose him." My stomach turns as I lift my hand to her cheek. " Princess, I promise James will be your husband. There's nothing that will stop it. What my princess wants she gets." She smiles sweetly at me and I hate that I see how much like her mother she is. Sly and conniving, just like the rest of their family. " Thank you Daddy, I can always count on you. " I place a kiss on her forehead and look at Poppy who is still in the room. Looking as though she knows everything. I need to keep a close eye on this girl. She is up to no good theres no doubt about it. "Girl's why don't you go and have some lunch. We will be with you shortly." As soon as the girls leave the room I grab Patricia by the hair and push her toward the sofa. She yelps as I bend her over the arm. " Why don't you shut your fucking mouth. How dare you make demands of me." I hold her head down, as I use my other hand to push her skirt above her waist. Then I push her panties down just below her firm ass. I hate this woman, but nobody can deny her beauty. She winggles her ass as I unzip my suit pants, then pull my cock out. I slap her pussy hard and she hisses. " Shut up and fuck me, you bastard." I forcefully shove my hard cock into her. Her heat wraps around me tightly as I push her legs together creating more friction. I hold her head down firmly as I pound into her hard and fast. She cries out and I slap her hard on the ass. I reach my hand around and pinch her clit hard. She moans loudly and her orgasm forces me to explode balls deep inside of her. I reach around and grab her throat squeezing. "Remember sweet wife, I am not a man to be messed with." I stand up and tuck myself back into my trousers. Patricia stands up on shaky legs. Fixing her panties and her skirt then walks out the room. I pull my phone out of my pocket and dial Max's number. " We have a problem."