Struggle For Power [✓]

Chapter 1

Justin's POV

My father had already laid some smart clothing on my bed for some reason. It was his grey suit with a soft shine, along with a black shirt and matching tie. I didn't have to take a second look to know it was an extremely over-priced suit which even four months pay from some dead-end job couldn't afford. From the extreme pricing, it was probably laced with gold or something luxurious but the hard truth was the suit itself was just made by a powerful white man who knew people would buy his shit, even if it was poor quality. 

I didn't like the idea of falsifying our family image just to impress someone, but it was insisted. Besides, our last name Bieber was enough to leave one hell of an impression.

Bieber Industries was one of the biggest marketing firms in the country and once I'm done with it, the world. We work with other businesses and companies and help them with planning their marketing strategies, marketing exposure and overall, making a company excel with their profit and sales. This involves digital marketing as well as telemarketing. We were a force to be reckoned with, no one dared to compete with intentions of outselling us because it was a secured lie.

Back to reality: he wanted this first impression for his next fiancé in my lifetime to be impressive and one she'd never forget. I never questioned their relationship despite the fact we had never met this mysterious woman or that she had never seen the inside of the house, or at least what I knew if she didn't. In fact, she probably knew nothing of anything surround us. Nothing came to a shock when it came to a Bieber and a woman.

How could she forget the first taste of our reality? This family was worth millions of dollars and our home was extremely prestigious, even for my taste. We were supremes in this city - everybody who is everybody knew of us and the power we had.

Which comes to the conclusion that she is a money-grabbing whore just like the rest of them.

"Why do I have to wear this suit? She isn't the fucking Queen." I pull down the tie, loosening it up and making my formal look messier, more suitable for my attitude for the evening.

"I want this night to be perfect, that means no attitude of yours or your snarky comments to ruin what is going to be family time. Our new family." My father was now looking at his reflection, straightening out his suit. "I mean it, Justin, I don't want to mess this night up."

We were basically binary opposites. Formal and informal. Tidy and neat. Boring and fun. Only our intelligence was on the same level as well as our love for the business. I had more social intellect, while my father knew everything about the business world. We shared knowledge to help each other. It was sort of like a bonding moment for us in a strange way.

"Just like the other fiancé's you have brought home then?" I snarl at him.

I could hear his sigh as I began to walk across the room to the liquor cabinet. I grabbed the opened whiskey bottle and poured myself a generous amount before letting the burning liquid enter my throat. I knew this wouldn't be my last one of the night, but an early fix would suffice.

"Trust me, son, this one is different. I already know she is a keeper, I can't explain it."

"You've said the same recycled crap about all of them, so tell me, what makes this one so different?" I look at him as he begins to fill up his glass with the whiskey I just used.