The Billionaire's Sweet Revenge

Chapter Five

Vivian was frustrated at how good the food tasted. After evacuating the contents of the food packet, he sipped his latte, instantly smitten by the way the saffron invaded his taste buds. He sighed, his plan had failed. He had no idea how she had managed to fulfill his wish. He had been the most difficult man, and he had told her to bring food that was next to impossible to get, especially at such short notice.

She looked sweet. But from the inside, she was quite clever, wasn't she?

He knew she wouldn't be so easy to crack. No matter how sweet she appeared to be, she was conniving. He ate in silence and discarded packets away, reclining on his chair. His heart was beating loudly; not because it wanted to, because it was painful. He wasn't like this. He was breaking inside.

But her face!

Her sweet, innocent face.

Was she always this beautiful? Always?

He couldn't remember her face. It was two years ago. And a lot could change over time. He had changed. He remembered that she had black hair, but it was long. She had shortened it, probably.  But she wasn't this beautiful, she wasn't. His mind railed. He was letting his heart take the steps.

In truth, when he first saw her walking through the door for the interview, he was mesmerized. He wasn't able to take his eyes off of her. Her sweet face, short hair, petite body....everything kind of aroused him. But his revenge was more important than any other thing.

His mind drifted off only to be brought soundly back to reality with the obnoxious ring of his intercom. Eva's voice was calm at the other end. "Sir, there's a Faith Hamilton here, wanting to meet you."

Fay?

Why was she in office?

"Send her in, right way!" He adjusted his suit. He didn't know why but his eldest sister in law made him so nervous. She was such a beautiful and confident. And most importantly, she was motherly and fierce. And Richard, Ben, Alex, and he, all of them were internally scared of her.

But in a good way, of course.

"Viv! What's wrong with you?" The woman walked in with an aura of power.

And sweetness.

"What, Fay? I'm working. What's wrong?" He got up and walked towards her, holding her hand.

"Do you know what today is?" She shouted.

He shook his head. "Hmm, no."

"Ben's birthday! How can you forget? We've been texting you so many times since morning! We even texted you in the family group chat!" She huffed. "Ben's on his way to Texas! His flight just took off! Come on!" She grabbed him by the arm and led him outside.

"You're gonna help me decorate!"

"Not decoration, please! Isn't that Jean's department?" He asked, perturbed.

She sighed. "Viv, you are insane! Try telling that to Jean when she's three month's pregnant! She'll eat your head off!"

He remembered how morning sickness was plaguing Jean. He hummed, looking at Faith. "When's the party?"

"In the evening. Come on, we have four hours. We need all the help we can get. Can your--assistant come?"

"Huh?" He gaped at the blonde woman like she had spoken some kind of alien language.

"Eva, your assistant. Take her with you and come to the house." She turned around and left the cabin. "In ten minutes!"

No matter how matured he had become, he realized he would never stop being a baby to his brothers and their wives. The thing about Faith was that no one could refuse her. She was a charming woman with such an innocent smile yet her authoritarian nature even shook Alex, sometimes. Then who was he?