BRAZEN OBSESSION[[coming soon]]

4) Blackmailed

Smirking, Dylan tore himself from me, his hand reaching out for the glass box with the car keys. He randomly selected a car and ended up picking a Bugatti La Voiture Noire.
"From today, Lise, you will have to do my bidding for at least two months. I promise after that, I'll delete everything."

"What?!"

With an arrogant aura, he clarified, "Did you forget that if you're found cheating you won't get even a single dime?"

My heart dropped. How did he know about the terms of the contract?
With this knowledge, wouldn't he manipulate me to do his bidding?

A minute later, I found myself in the car, seated quietly as I swam in my heavy thoughts. This little bastard would ruin my plan of suing Chris for his cheating.
I had gone through a lot just to gather the evidence. If Dylan gave his father those photos of my naked self on his bed, there was no telling what would happen to me. Not just about the marriage but my existence as well.

When his first mistress died, her family accused Chris of being involved in her death. This caused quite a stir on the internet which greatly affected his business since most of the consumers were enraged.
But after only a day, the girl's family came out and publicly apologized for their accusations, saying that it had been out of grief.

Now that I thought about it, hadn't the second mistress vanished when I tried contacting her?
I had initially thought that she got what she came for(the money) and retired to spend it quietly. But if Chris was indeed involved in her disappearance, then he probably was involved in the death of the first mistress.

Fuck!
Why did life like playing jokes on people?
I just wanted to make him divorce me so I could be the youngest billionaire as a reward for my efforts to help him run the family.
Other than being a teacher, I worked part-time in the family's major company. Even though I had never worked from their offices, I still played an important role as a programmer to aid them.
I developed an interest in programming when I got to know Chris. Blinded by naive love, I started learning to code on the side till I slowly mastered the whole programming course.

This took less than two years, and just like that, I landed a job in the company without using any connections.
I could bet my life that Chris didn't even know I worked in his company. He never paid attention to the little details, something which I learned after we had gotten married.

He only helped me out when I asked him to get me a private office in the school.
Of course, this raised a few eyebrows, but the school was known for receiving 'donations' from the elite members of the society. The attention I got from the odd move was hot gossip to those idle enough, but since the Principal knew who my husband was, he killed all those rumors before they could get out of hand.

"Tell me, Lise; why have you stuck to Dad all these years?"
Dylan's question brought me back.

I closed my eyes and inclined my head back. "Why are you suddenly interested? You never speak so much to me. It feels creepy honestly."

Dylan chuckled and I felt the car slow down.
I opened my eyes a little crack and peeked to see the guards at the humongous gates carrying out the routine check to make sure that the car was okay before it left the estate.

"I woke up today feeling great after what happened between us."

I almost choked on air from how fast my eyes flew open. The terror buzzing in my soul had almost made its way out.
"Stop saying it like that. Nothing happened. I would remember if something had indeed happened. You're just saying this to-"

"Lise," he called with a teasing tone as his eyes met mine. "If you want to see videos from last night playing on the school screens, I dare you to doubt me again. If you've forgotten, I can remind you." He added a wicked smile which I returned with a fierce glare.

I threw my eyes outside my window. "What do you want? Money? Good grades? You can have those without needing me."

"I want a lot of things. But we can start with tonight. Don't go to that party!" It was an order. His deep voice was like hearing Chris giving his subordinates orders. Without a flicker of emotion. Just plain dead.

I scowled at him from the corner of my eyes. "Why?"

"Because," he leaned in my direction, a sly grin surfacing.

I panicked and dashed forward despite having the seatbelt and pretended to fasten my shoes.
Dylan somehow found this funny from his bubbly laugh which lasted half a minute.
"I have a party tonight. I want 'you' to accompany me."

"Impossible!" I snapped. "I may not be your biological mother, but I'm still your mother in society. I refu-"

He suddenly grabbed me by my hair and yanked my head up and towards himself. "Listen here, Lise, you will do as I say, or I will start sending Dad those photos one inch at a time. And if that isn't enough, I will spread your videos in any place you have ever shown up or will ever show up. Your career, gone. Your future, poof!"

My jaw clenched just from hearing the threats.
Did he think he could control me with a few photos or videos?
"I'll just deny them and people will think that they're fake."

He chuckled to my face with his ragged breaths slapping my face. "Good luck with that, Lise."

"Let go!" I scratched the back of his hand with my bare fingernails until I drew blood.
He just winced taking back his hand.

His eyes roamed over the thin trails of blood on his skin and then...he smirked. A crazed kind of smirk that sent chills in my system. "Nobody has hurt me in a long time that I had to hurt myself. But if your claws are this strong, then-" Dylan looked up smiling, "-you be hurting me from now on."

I stared at him questioningly. Was his mental state in the right place?

Ignoring my obvious shocked expression, be looked ahead and gripped the steering wheel before driving through the open gates.
If any of the guards saw our little altercation, they would say nothing. Dylan, despite his age, had quite an influence on everyone since he was the only heir to their empire.

"I'll send you the location and what to wear. If you fail to come, then say goodbye to everything you know. I can ruin your whole existence in a matter of minutes."

'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!'
I should never have gotten too drunk. Should never have left my room. If I had just opted to read a novel or watch TV rather than get drunk, maybe I would be living a normal day as I had been.
This weird connection that I now shared with Dylan felt wrong on so many levels.

And if we had had sex, then I was no better than Chris.
I had cheated on him...with his damn son.