The Rightful Successor

Chapter 3

Grandmother settled herself down slowly as Brielle approached her side.

"Grandma, we have a situation here. My... umm... husband claims that my brother's vase is fake. Can you tell? You used to have extensive knowledge about vases, grandma," Brielle whispered, squatting close to her and gently caressing her hand.

Brielle had started to doubt the authenticity of Brock's vase, and she was becoming impressed by the way Alex had stood up to her brother.

Her grandmother glared at Alex and Brock. She extended her hand, and Brock hesitated.

"Well," she said, and Brock reluctantly handed her the vase. She then reached out her hand to Alex, who stared at her in surprise. He nodded and handed her his own vase for inspection.

She first examined Alex's vase and scowled. Brock grinned beside him, but the grandmother set Alex's vase aside and lifted Brock's vase to the light. Without hesitation, she instantly smashed it on the floor.

"Woah!" Brock exclaimed, and his grandmother scowled.

"How dare you, Brock! You let this poor rat beat you this time." She rose unsteadily to her feet and slapped Brock hard across his face.

She glanced at Alex, who stiffened. He nodded respectfully, and she walked away. A family relative escorted her to her room, while Brock turned to Alex, his rage evident on his face.

"You've gotten your way, Alex, but I vow to make you leave this house in tears," he declared angrily before storming off. Everyone began to leave until only Brielle remained. She approached him and glared at him.

"This doesn't change anything, Alex. I still and will always hate you, do you hear? Since you came into my life, you have brought nothing but embarrassment and shame," she said, poking a finger into her chest. Alex decided that enough was enough, even for her.

"I didn't ask to come into your life, Brielle, but I fell in love with you when I saw you. I know you hate me, but do not blame me for your troubles," he responded, and Brielle scowled.

          

"And if I were to place blame on you, you would resort to violence," she pushed him in the chest, but he remained unfazed, making her realize that physical intimidation would not work on her strong, muscular husband. "I despise you, I wish you were dead or had an accident!" she shouted.

Alex closed his eyes, silently wishing for the same thing. He was exhausted, feeling the weight of everyone's hatred towards him. However, hearing those words from his wife hurt him deeply, and he began to grow irritated with her. Opening his piercing green eyes, he found her scowling at him.

"Very well," he said, his voice now deeper and colder. "I will leave you alone. Let me inform Grandma. Now, excuse me." He attempted to walk away, but she blocked his path.

"How dare you try to walk out on me," she said, and Alex scowled.

"Please move out of my way. If you want a divorce, fine. I will inform granny," he replied, and she laughed incredulously.

"I wish it were possible, dear husband, but granny has made it clear that she will not grant me a divorce. It would be scandalous for our family," she explained, causing Alex's green eyes to harden.

"Fine!" he exclaimed, walking past her and retreating to their room. He lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Turning away, he closed his eyes. The door creaked open, and he could hear Brielle changing and slipping into her nightgown. The bed sank under her weight as she lay down and turned away.

The bed was wide enough to create ample space between them, but what Alex kept to himself was that once, Brielle had rolled in her sleep and ended up on top of him. He could feel her body pressed against his, and he had tried to gently move her back to her side of the bed. However, she kissed him in her sleep, her tongue invading his mouth as she clung to him, unwilling to let go.

She had almost removed his pants and was groping for more, but then she suddenly stopped and went still.

Alex immediately realized that she was dreaming about it, and she had actually done it to him. He could hear her breathing, indicating that she had fallen asleep. He hoped to regain control because she was starting to get on his nerves.

Thankfully, the birthday was finally over, and Alex would finally have some peace and quiet in the house. The only people left were Brock and his cousin Amelia.

Amelia was someone Alex had to be careful of. She was a schemer and very cunning. She had almost caused trouble for Alex multiple times, so he had learned to ignore her. However, just as he was lost in his thoughts, Brielle suddenly turned and tapped him, causing him to jump in surprise.

Brielle was glaring at him, but there was a strange look in her eyes. Alex stared back, confused, and then she climbed onto him and removed her nightgown.

"Brie..." he started to say.

"Shut up and just do this. I need it. We can go back to being enemies tomorrow, but I need this now. And you're a man, so it's not like you won't enjoy it," she said, pulling down his trousers.

She pressed her breasts against his face, and he couldn't help but groan. She removed her underwear and his, and then they both gave in to pleasure. He held onto her waist and moved with intensity. As he felt something building inside him, he tried to pull away, but she pushed him back down. He released all the pressure inside her, and she cried out in ecstasy.

Afterward, she rolled off him and collapsed onto the bed, not bothering to put her nightgown back on. Alex closed his eyes, feeling used. He put on his pants, closed his eyes, and instantly fell asleep.

Meanwhile, a figure stood by the door, listening intently while fondling her own breasts and trying hard not to moan. When she heard nothing from the other side, the figure quickly left.