The Billionaire Son-in-law

7. The Next CEO.

Peter passed down the message to his sister and she couldn't believe her eyes. 

Her mother, Blanche was an arrogant and proud woman, and the thought of her having to give up the position of the family CEO must had absolutely displeased her. The family was truly in trouble. 

No matter how arrogant and pompous Blanche could be, she was still her mother. She still felt pity for the woman. 

Lucas had been staring from over the room's entrance, the petrified face on his wife's face. He also over heard their conversation, and that was when it suddenly hit him. 

He was going to make his wife the CEO of her family. 

"My love?" He said, finally announcing his presence. "Are you alright? What is the matter?" 

"It's my mother. She's really in trouble. The entire family is!" 

Her eyes misted over and a sob rose in her throat. "I feel numb with disappointment, Lucas." She said, finally admitting to her husband. 

"You know I'm working now. It'll be fine, I promise." Lucas promised, hoping he could truly save her. 

"I know." She sniffed. "I know. But, my brother, Peter, just called now that mother is giving up the CEO's position for anyone that can win the contract. She's desperate, Lucas. And that's only resolving in one solution." 

Even he knew too well. "That you marry smelling Andreas." He chuckled, squinting his eyes. 

Ivy was forced to let out a soft laughter, her brown eyes glinting bright under the moon's light. 

"Yea, smelling Andreas." She agreed, although, the man was not smelling. They just loved to call him that. "And I'll have to give up our baby," there it was. Again with the sorrowful tears. 

Lucas didn't like it. 

"Here, let me tell you this, " he said, clearing his throat. He already knew the contract she had been talking about. After all, it was his company that was offering it to the market. "Let's surprise her. Let's surprise the whole family." 

Her eyes widened, and her shaped brows furrowed. "What's that?" 

Lucas shifted comfortably on the bed, his hands not leaving his wife's. "What company is offering the contract?" 

She didn't know. Her brother never mentioned. "Peter didn't say." She admitted. 

"You need to ask him then. Maybe chat him up," 

"Hmm, I can do that then. Or better still, we can go over there tomorrow. Do you have work on Saturdays?"

Lucas nodded. "Nope." 

"Cool then." She said with brightened up eyes, then they slowly dissolved into a perplexed one again. "Why are we, um," she didn't know how to ask. They'd been poor for many years. How are the suddenly going to successfully afford the contract? "Why are interested? We don't have money." She reminded, and Lucas only smirked. 

"My love, I'll need you to do one thing for me." He said calmly. It hurt his heart like a sharp sword pierced it and remained inside, but he had to. For his sake, for her sake and their baby's sake especially. He couldn't tell her the truth. Yet. "You have to trust me. At all time." 

She smiled. "Sure."

"No matter how uncomfortable it might get, you have to trust me always. That's all I can say for now." 

A frown of worry appeared on her face, and stayed. "Is everything alright? You're scaring me, Lucas." 

"It's alright. I promise." He lied. It wasn't alright. But alas, he had to be strong for his family. Then he plastered on his face what looked like a smile. "How about we go to that fancy restaurant tomorrow night? For dinner." 

Ivy rolled her eyes. "Lucas, all of our family's fortune combined can not buy us a bottle of water at La Belle."

"What?" He was laughing and she wasn't. She probably thought he'd ran mad suggesting that they went to get dinner at the most expensive restaurant in New Jersey. "Dude, we're rich now." 

"You've worked just one week. Cool of Mr rich man." She teased, but made no effort to hide the tone of seriousness that hinted in a corner. Where would they ever get that much money to visit the restaurant? It was new in town, no more than five months old. 

"I promise you. You, me and our baby girl."

"Says who? It's a boy, love." 

"I want them both then." 

"No I don't want twins! Are you kidding me?" 

"Twins are cool." Protested Ivy. 

"How about three?" 

"Three what? How about we exchange. I go to work, you carry this baby." She roared into laughter, not because it was so much funny, but because of the high level of impossibility that stood in that sentence. 

"I would gladly do that. If not for the force of nature rebuking it."Lucas said through a face of wild grinning.

In that night, they laughed, joked, cried and it was truly a divine moment. What could possibly go wrong again? As long as his identity was kept a secret, he would go over to his in-laws, hear from them, then win that position for his wife. He would have his revenge on the Mochi and avenge the death of his parent. 

He decided he owed the old man Grover another visit. What had truly happened to his family? And why was he the only survivor? 

There were so many questions to ask, and Lucas Williams wanted answers to every one of them. 

The next morning, Ivy and her husband were already at the home of the Mochi, and it was so obvious that Blanche and her son never wanted them over. Her husband as well. 

"I can't remember the name of the company--" Blanche was still saying when her son cut her off. 

"It's an event center. The house of Freddie." He announced confidently, and instantly, 

Lucas's mind was finally at rest. That was all he needed to hear. It had been his company after all! He would win that bid for his wife, and put his enemies to shame. All of the Mochi household. 

"Why would you even want to know about it?" The oldest amongst them asked, a furrowed brow shooting at Lucas. The man was none other than Milo Mochi. The husband to Blanche and father to the two children, Ivy and Peter Mochi. 

He had a Mohican cut and scythe-shaped eyebrows. His Roman nose and half-dome cheekbones sat above an oaken jaw. His wrestler’s shoulders were part of his burly physique and his  derring-do personality and bass voice were a big part of his ambitious character. Milo always wore nifty clothes and his spicy aroma was appealing.

"It is quite normal for me to find out about it, father--" Lucas was saying until the angry staring man barked out, cutting him off. 

"Oh for the love of God, stop calling me that!" Milo snapped. 

He was right, wasn't he? He was nothing but a pain in the ass all these while. He was devil incarnate. 

"I'm sorry about that." Lucas said slowly enough, then waited for two seconds, "father." The taunting look on her face was too interesting to watch that even his wife tried hard to suppress a laugh. 

It was only the beginning. He was set to get his revenge, and finally become even more successful than they can ever imagine.