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Humble son-in-law in the day, Billionaire at night 22
Under it, there another message;I LIED ABOUT THAT CONTRACT. HARPER GOT IT HERSELF. I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW FOR FUTURE SAKE—SHIT HAPPENS. YOU KNOW I'M WATCHING YOUR EVERY MOVEMENT, RIGHT? DON'T TRY ANYTHING FUNNY. I HAVE EYES EVERYWHERE. She collapses against the wall. How does Wesley know about these things? No one knows she's not Harper's real mother. They moved to New York because of this. And…wait a minute. What does Wesley mean about having eyes everywhere? Spy…She gasps. He didn't plant spy cameras here, right? She goes to her closet, searches through it. Like she would find something. A spy camera, anything. She can't. She runs his hand through her hair, sudden sweat breaking all over her body. This is all because of that stupid Aiden.If Wesley had gotten married to Harper as soon as he came back to New York, all these wouldn't be happening. He wouldn't go around checking for ways to threaten her. That stupid son of a bitch. He must leave this house today. She storms
Humble son-in-law in the day, Billionaire at night 23
“Watch me, you see the way I'm clenching my fist?” The martial art coach clenches a fist in front of Aiden's face. Aiden looks at it, pretends to look really confused. “Babe, just do what he says, okay?” His wife calls from across the room. Aiden glances at her, nods and smiles. The martial arts coach resists rolling his eyes. So this is the man his dear Harper has been married to all these years? This useless man who can't hold a punch? “Now watch me…you're going to hit me back…” before he completes the sentence, he already throws a punch at Aiden near the stomach area. Aiden wants to shake it off like it doesn't hurt—because it doesn't actually hurt—seeing his wife watching, he lets out a groan. The aim is to pretend to be as innocent and weak as possible to carry out his mission in that house. “Let's try again.” The coach throws another punch at Aiden. He is trying hard to hold back his grin at the sa
Humble son-in-law in the day, Billionaire at night 24
“Well, you asked for it. I was going to be gentle with you.” All the crowd cheers. He aims the first punch at Aiden. Aiden dodges it with no effort at all. Two minutes later, the coach is sweating, his clothes drenched with sweat but Aiden? Not even a drop of sweat. Feeling a bit bored, Aiden holds the man. “How about you try defending against my punches now?” He clenches his fist. “You think that tiny wrist of yours can hurt me?” He laughs. “Bring it on.” He thrust his hands in his pocket, imitating Aiden. Aiden slowly brings his hands out of his pocket. All the rage he's been holding in all these while fully let out. He throws a punch at the coach, first at the stomach area. The man flies across the room. Not yet. His rage has not subsided yet. Aiden strides to the end of the room. He throws blows on the stupid man's face. When it's obvious the man won't be able to open hi
Humble son-in-law in the day, Billionaire at night 1
Shoes in hands, shirt sticking to the part of his body from sweat, Aiden rushes into his father-in-law’s dressing room. He falls on his knees and drops the shoes in front of his father-in-law’s feet. “Is Harper ready?” His father-in-law asks his mother-in-law. “She should. We can't afford to be late tonight,” she says. “If the owner of the Vicholas group is really coming tonight, we are the luckiest family on earth.”“Tell me about it,” Aiden's father-in-law steps into the shoes. “It's all thanks to Wesley when you think about it. Just imagine he didn't inform us of this opportunity. Such a kindhearted young man,” Aiden's mother-in-law adds.Still on his knees, Aiden knows the message his mother-in-law is trying to pass across. That he's the poor wicked man holding on to her daughter but Aiden doesn't say anything. He's already been through a lot of shit in a day, all he wants now is for them to leave the house so he can have a bit of solitude. “Let me go get Harper, honey,” Aid
Humble son-in-law in the day, Billionaire at night 2
Aiden holds the phone between his shoulder and head as he arranges some dishes in the kitchen. “Tell me what is really happening.” Since when did he start getting involved in boring shit like signing contracts?“Sir…actually…” There is a long silence at the other end before the man starts to talk again, “my sister is scheduled for a surgical operation tomorrow.” “What the fuck!” Aiden snaps. “Just what are you trying to paint me as? The fucking bad boss?” “I'm sorry, sir,” the person at the other end says. “Fuck you. You're really going to pay for this after the surgery.” Aiden ends the call, dials a number to arrange for a chopper to get the man, his personal assistant, to his (his personal assistant’s) sister. How many times does Aiden have to tell this man that family comes before work? Aiden hurries into his room, takes off his sweat soaked shirt and changes into a new one, cursing under his breath all the while. He used to be like his personal assistant and he's paying the
Humble son-in-law in the day, Billionaire at night 3
Wesley shakes his head slowly. “How did I get here?” He laughs. “You must think I'm some ordinary person because you see me way too frequently.” “My bad. I should be on my knees since you're some rare god. Sorry, I totally forgot,” Aiden mocks. Wesley looks around, his face totally red in anger. He'll let this slide for now. Since the head of the Vicholas group is some unknown person, he could be watching right now. He turns back to Aiden. “This phone you broke, you are going to pay it back to me in the worst way you can ever imagine.” Aiden shrugs. “Let's see how.” Wesley is going when a thought crosses his mind. He returns back. “By the way, can't you see how odd you look here? If I were you, I'd go out before people suspect I'm too low for this kind of gathering.” “What's—”“No, dude. No need to explain how insecure you feel about things like this. I'm a man too and I know how I'd feel if my wife were a hundred times richer than I am. But, just how long do you think this can
Humble son-in-law in the day, Billionaire at night 4
A thought crosses Aiden's mind as he steps out of the dressing room. He sure knows Harper loves him but…remembering Wesley's words, he finds himself going across the hall to the party area. “Sir, you need to interview some of those who applied for the contract,” the man Park sent says after him. Aiden turns to the man. “Why?” The man walks closer to him. “Only five companies were chosen from the one thousand and eighteen companies that applied. So, you might need to be around to select the overall best company because we'll be needing just one.”Aiden nods. “I'll be back in a few seconds.” The man bows as Aiden strides into the hall where a soft music is now playing, the dance ground now filled up. At a glance, he scans the dance floor. There is no one who looks like Harper there. He glances at the tables around even though at the back of his mind, he knows Harper isn't some shy lady that will stay back on her seat while others are on the dance floor. Just as he's about to ch
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“I don't—what? If this is a joke, Sir, it's too creepy, I mean, what the…” the rest of the words hang in his throat as he sees that Aiden really meant what he said. Wesley straightens up, wears back his coat and hisses. “You must think this company of yours is worth something because everyone is all over the place wanting a contract with it.”“Will you leave my office if you're done ranting?” Aiden asks. “Trust me, no one is going to get this contract other than me. You'll come back to beg me. There is no one here who deserves this contract other than me.” With that, he goes out, slamming the door after him. Outside, Harper rushes to Wesley, hoping to hear some good news from her best friend but the look she sees on Wesley's face causes her to freeze. “Miss Harper, could you please come in?” A voice echoes around the room before she can ask Wesley any question.“Forget about the contract, they're all a bunch of fools anyway,” she hears Wesley say as she goes in. With cold hands a
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“Well, you asked for it. I was going to be gentle with you.” All the crowd cheers. He aims the first punch at Aiden. Aiden dodges it with no effort at all. Two minutes later, the coach is sweating, his clothes drenched with sweat but Aiden? Not even a drop of sweat. Feeling a bit bored, Aiden holds the man. “How about you try defending against my punches now?” He clenches his fist. “You think that tiny wrist of yours can hurt me?” He laughs. “Bring it on.” He thrust his hands in his pocket, imitating Aiden. Aiden slowly brings his hands out of his pocket. All the rage he's been holding in all these while fully let out. He throws a punch at the coach, first at the stomach area. The man flies across the room. Not yet. His rage has not subsided yet. Aiden strides to the end of the room. He throws blows on the stupid man's face. When it's obvious the man won't be able to open hi
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“Watch me, you see the way I'm clenching my fist?” The martial art coach clenches a fist in front of Aiden's face. Aiden looks at it, pretends to look really confused. “Babe, just do what he says, okay?” His wife calls from across the room. Aiden glances at her, nods and smiles. The martial arts coach resists rolling his eyes. So this is the man his dear Harper has been married to all these years? This useless man who can't hold a punch? “Now watch me…you're going to hit me back…” before he completes the sentence, he already throws a punch at Aiden near the stomach area. Aiden wants to shake it off like it doesn't hurt—because it doesn't actually hurt—seeing his wife watching, he lets out a groan. The aim is to pretend to be as innocent and weak as possible to carry out his mission in that house. “Let's try again.” The coach throws another punch at Aiden. He is trying hard to hold back his grin at the sa
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Under it, there another message;I LIED ABOUT THAT CONTRACT. HARPER GOT IT HERSELF. I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW FOR FUTURE SAKE—SHIT HAPPENS. YOU KNOW I'M WATCHING YOUR EVERY MOVEMENT, RIGHT? DON'T TRY ANYTHING FUNNY. I HAVE EYES EVERYWHERE. She collapses against the wall. How does Wesley know about these things? No one knows she's not Harper's real mother. They moved to New York because of this. And…wait a minute. What does Wesley mean about having eyes everywhere? Spy…She gasps. He didn't plant spy cameras here, right? She goes to her closet, searches through it. Like she would find something. A spy camera, anything. She can't. She runs his hand through her hair, sudden sweat breaking all over her body. This is all because of that stupid Aiden.If Wesley had gotten married to Harper as soon as he came back to New York, all these wouldn't be happening. He wouldn't go around checking for ways to threaten her. That stupid son of a bitch. He must leave this house today. She storms
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“It was mother. Want me to grab a cup of coffee for you?” “No. We're heading to the gym this morning. Classes start at seven.” She tosses the duvet off her, getting out of bed. She has a fucking determined look on her face that fascinations Aiden as he watches her. “This must stop,” she says under her breath in something close to rage as she slips into a gown. Aiden doesn't say anything. Saying something at a time like this is not going to make things any better so he follows her outside when she's done dressing. They cross across the living room when they both see Bryan dragging a traveling bag with him, holding two suitcases in both hands. “What's with the bags?” Harper stops walking. “It's either I pack out of this house or your stupid husband does today,” Bryan snarls. “How many times have I told you not to refer to him—”“Shut up, stupid girl,” Bryan snaps. “If you've got half of a brain, you'd ask me how yesterday went.” Without being asked to, he continues. “This stupi
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"Yeah. I got this phone just to speak with you, mom,” Aiden manages to say without stuttering from shock. “Good, son. I'm really proud of you. We'll talk tomorrow.” Aiden hangs up. Unable to control his weight, he falls against the wall. Just how far does the woman plan to go? Hasn't she done enough? All of a sudden, the gate flings open. Before Aiden can get his balance, he sees his wife coming out from the gate. “He's seven feet tall with blue eyes. Kind of small lips…I don't know…but he's got some hair in his hands. Not too much. And…yeah…tattoo? No. He has no tattoo. No beard… please find him within the next five minutes. I don't care how. I think some strange woman has abducted him. No. He'll never cheat on me,” she says the last part more sharply than she's been talking all the while.“He's twenty five…” her lips tremble, the phone slipping out of her hand as she sees Aiden standing against the wall. She rus
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Harper paces up and and down the room. She sits at the foot of the bed. She soon springs to her feet, goes to the window. There is still no sight of Aiden. The time reads 10:30 and still there is no sight of him. He left with her brother in the morning but Bryan came back long ago alone. And when she tried asking Bryan? She got nothing other than a sharp “am I his security guard?” She grabs her phone again and dials his number. “Answer the call, please,” she pleads. The call rings on end. “Why the fuck will you not answer your damn phone?!” She snaps in frustration. What if something bad happened to him? Her heart skips a beat. The Aiden she knows will endure a thousand punches before attempting to throw one. With her heart beating fast, she calls his number again. Could some thugs have picked on him? If he doesn't answer the call this time, she'll have no choice o
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“Mr Wesley, even if you tell me to cut my throat for you, I'll do that right now. I mean, I’ve been trying to figure out what work to do to get Harper a ring but it's…you know how hard it is to make money, don't you?” “Well, I don't.” Wesley takes another sip. “Making money has been the easiest thing for me.” From where he sits, Aiden wants nothing more than to splash the wine in front of him on Wesley's face. Making money sure sounds easy for a man who uses his suit to clean coffee just for a contract.“Actually, I am the owner of this bar,” Wesley says. “But, shush, don't tell Harper. I don't want her to be worried about my networth.” Aiden tries hard to resist a scoff. “You must be trying really hard to live as a secret billionaire.” Wesley shrugs. “I want you to go to Harper's parents…tell them you said a few silly things at the grocery store without knowing the owner of the Vicholas group was around.” “I don't really un
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Aiden strides inside the bar where his mother-in-law says he has to meet with Wesley. He'll surely get an earful from his brother-in-law when he gets back home this evening but he isn't about to start caring about shit like that right now. He meets the eyes of the bartender just as he steps in. A terrible mistake. He can't turn back now. The man already saw him and is rushing over to him. “Everything is okay,” Aiden whispers as soon as the man gets closer. “Okay? How, sir? You're…” Aiden's eyes scans the place for Wesley. He can't find him yet. “Sir, I should have turned in the income statement to—” “How many times do I have to tell you everything is okay?” Aiden darts a glance at the man. “I'm sorry, sir. Anything you want, sir?” “Yeah. Get out of my way,” Aiden mutters. The bartender bows and hurries off. Aiden looks around again. He catches sight of Wesley sitting at a corner of the bar. One of the waitresses is filling a cup on Wesley's table.
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His voice is sounding too cool. Way too cool coming from the person she saw with those icy eyes earlier. That expression on his face as he threw the knife right in the man's neck…Just remembering it sends shivers down her spine. “Did that man do anything to you?” He watches her calmly. She can't help the damn tears that fall off her face. She thought she was going to die…with that man pointing the gun at her head, telling her stories about how he's killed more people than he can count. “You'll be fine,” Aiden mutters, patting her slowly on the back. It's not until a lot of minutes have passed that she realizes Aiden has been patting her all along. She quickly pulls away from him. “I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to…” her face colours in a blush. “You’re okay? For real?” Aiden asks again. “Of course. I just need some hours of sleep…” but her eyes catching her reflection in the mirror causes a shriek of horror to escape her lips. “You'll definitely need more than a few hours of sle
