Chapter 17 - You'll get what you deserve
~Harriet~
“Can you hear yourself, Harriet? You can't get your grandmother a present after not seeing her for months, then you decide to say Kylie's present is fake?” Aunt Bertha voiced out, making my eyes turn to her. This aunt had also never liked me at all. In fact, none of them had ever liked me except for one Aunt Margaret.
“You have no shame. William, how did your late wife even raise your daughter?” She asked, making my eyes darken. One thing was talking bad about me, and the second was talking about my mother who had not done anyone any harm.
“I believe the question should be directed at you, auntie. How exactly did you raise your son?” I asked, my gaze going to rest on Arnold, whose eyes had turned to me.
“He's not only dumb, but also can't even leave your custody even after growing up,” I snorted, seeing Aunt Bertha’s face twist. She blushed in embarrassment, yet I could see the hatred in her eyes.
Walking over to the old woman, I picked up the jade pendant, snapping it with my finger. Gasps erupted, and I saw Kylie's eyes widen in shock.
“You–did you just break the jewelry?” Miranda muttered, her eyes turning red from something I couldn't quite explain. Anger? Shame?
“Real jade will not break under one snap of my finger,” I smirked, my eyes moving to rest on Kylie. Everyone's eyes equally went to rest on her, and soon, her eyes turned moist.
“I was cheated! I didn't know it was fake!” She defended herself, tears pouring from her eyes, making my lips lift higher. Damn good she was when it came to acting.
“How much did you buy it?” I asked, and I saw her swallow her saliva hard, her eyes darting around. She definitely knew it was fake.
“I–” she stated, but was cut off by a person that had suddenly appeared.
My gaze turned, and I caught sight of Rael who had just walked into the compound with his assistant, Kai. His hair that fell onto his forehead, his cold eyes, his thin pink lips, and the tout muscle of his chest that could be seen through his shirt. Damnit, Harriet! I was drooling!
He caught my gaze for a second before moving it to Kylie, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.
“Oh, brother in law, you're here already? I was just asking Kylie to be careful while spending money. She actually spent a lot on a fake jade pendant!” I said, acting all surprised, yet the way the man looked at me made me feel bare. As though all my secrets could be seen under his gaze.
“That's enough, you all will have the rooms downstairs with Harriet, while me, Miranda, mother, Kylie, and Mr Morgan will have the rooms upstairs,” my father said, sharing the rooms equally, and I saw something move in Rael's throat.
His index finger moved, resting onto me before he voiced out.
“Is she not your daughter?” He asked, catching my father off guard. He chuckled nervously, his gaze turning to me, and I couldn't be bothered to say a word. In fact, my heart had skipped a beat. He had been the only one to notice the injustice. Kylie gets a room upstairs, and me? As always, I was cast out like dirt. I smiled, yet there was a gnawing feeling in my chest that I couldn't get rid of.I didn't like this feeling at all.
“Ah, yes, Mr Morgan.” My father nervously voiced out, his head hung low in front of Rael, and I could only smirk.
“Then she gets a room upstairs as well,” Rael muttered.
“Yes, yes…Harriet will get the room close to Kylie's. Now that everything is settled, everyone should rest today. The activities begin tomorrow.” My father said, and I caught sight of Kylie's clenched fists as she went to stand with Miranda. Soon, everyone dispersed. I settled in my room, unpacking.
At dinner time, I had not even bothered to join them and just sat in my room filling up my stomach with cupcakes and ice cream as I watched MSA videos on an iPad I had gotten recently.
I'd not noticed how late it had gotten until I checked my phone, seeing it was already 11 o'clock.
I turned off the device, clearing up the room before heading to the bathroom to freshen up. I gasped as soon as I walked out of the bathroom, seeing the man seated on my bed.
“Fuckin' hell, what are you doing here?” I almost yelled, clutching the towel around my chest tightly as though my life depended on it.
He rose to his feet, taking slow and steady steps towards me, and I could only retreat until my back hit the closed door of the bathroom. Damnit!
“You belong to me now, little lamb. Therefore, I can come to your room whenever I want. Did you forget?” He asked, his voice insanely low as he leaned into me, making my breath hitch. I had indeed almost forgotten that this man had a leverage on me.
“Untie it,” he ordered, and my heart skipped a beat once I realized what he meant. His eyes trailed the towel tied around my chest, and I immediately felt my face turn crimson.
I gasped when he pulled me a little too harshly by the waist, spinning me so hard and pinning both my hands above my head on the door.
“Oh God,” I gasped, my breath shaky when his hands trailed the curve of my waist down to my hips. He loosened the towel, and I felt the night air bite into my skin hard, making me shiver.
“You packed a whole boutique of lingerie just to please me, didn't you? You horny little thing,” he rasped, his palm coming down hard on my butt, making a moan escape my lips. Fuck! He had gone through my closet.
“Now you'll get what you deserve,” he muttered, before spreading my legs. I could feel my own wetness seeping out, and I had the urge to grind my legs
together. Yet, he held me in place.
“Ahh,” I moaned as his manhood pierced my entrance.