HIS SWEET REVENGE

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Father and I walk out into the courtyard as we speak. I already spoke to my mother about my feelings for Celine and there is really no need to hide it from my father.

I have always been more closer to him than my mother but Helena’s death and my refusal to keep up with the family business almost drifted us apart

Since my father has been gone for a long time, I never knew the bond would still be there. It is as strong as ever even though there are a lot of things we aren’t talking about.

I have noticed a lot of changes too and I am suspecting that he will soon quit the business too.

“Your mother loves shopping and that is the only weapon to get her to forgive me whenever I do something wrong. I doubt if there is any girl on earth who doesn’t like shopping”, he says and I shake my head.

Celine is different. She isn’t materialistic like the rest of the girls. I know how materialistic my mother can be but Celine isn’t that way and I doubt if shopping will do the trick.

Apart from sending my mother to talk to her, I believe I have to do something on my part to earn her forgiveness.

I didn’t want to leave home for fear that she would leave the house in my absence but I had to because I needed to see my father. I had to leave home so I wouldn’t end up depressed and I was so sure my mother would keep her too busy to even think of leaving tonight.

But I didn’t leave without instructing Camilla to monitor her and let me know if there is anything suspicious going on.

“She doesn’t like shopping?” He asks me, turning to face me. He must have noticed how I shook my head for several seconds.

“No”, I say, thinking hard about what exactly I need to do again to win her over.

I don’t really know what she likes or her favorite meal. If I bring the idea of a date, she might not want to go out.

Should I ask Camilla what her favorite meal is? She might know.

I can get her dinner from a good restaurant as well as some flowers that will be kept in her room which will serve as a reminder of my hanging forgiveness.

The earlier she forgives me, the earlier we move on with our lives and learn to accept the fact that we are couples.

Real couples.

I didn’t expect this but it happened anyway. If there is nothing I am ever grateful to my mother for, I am definitely grateful for this.

“Maybe you should steal her away for a day or not”, he suggests again and I lift my head to stare at his smiling face.

“Steal?” I ask in confusion. He nods.

“What I mean by that is for you to take her somewhere good, it may be outside New York or within but the best idea is for you to be alone with her, somewhere private”, he explains and I get it.

I can take her to Los Angeles or somewhere else with my helicopter. We will be together and alone and then we can sort things out more maturely.

Will she be happy? Won’t she insist on going with Jason? If we go with Jason, we won’t have time alone and if I need to be alone with her and Jason needs to be with us, then it means Camilla will come along.

I sigh. Three is a crowd.

I just want the two of us to be alone so I can ask for her forgiveness freely. I won’t stop until she forgives me and give us another chance.

I grin wildly. Father’s idea is the best.

I will do it. I will make plans for that and then first thing in the morning, we will fly out.

I engulf him in a tight hug and I am sure he is surprised at the gesture. When I pull away, there is still a smile on my face.

“You like the idea?” I nod intermittently.

“It sounds good.”

“And romantic”, he adds and winks at me. I smile again.

I should go. Celine might be back home with my mother by now. I won’t tell her about my plans for tomorrow yet. I will let her be for tonight so that mother’s words can sink into her and then tomorrow, I will steal her away.

Camilla will take care of Jason while we are away and we will be back tomorrow evening.

I will instruct all the guards not to let her out on her own until I permit them to let her out. This is the only way I can sleep with my two eyes closed.

I doubt if I can even sleep tonight. Celine can be a stubborn woman when she wants to be and her determination to do something also amazes me.

“About Eric”, father changes the topic and I look up at him with curiosity. We have been talking about Emily and Paxton’s family. Father had visited Emily today and told her that Paxton and his brothers were responsible for her father’s death. She went ballistic. The court hearing is next week and I hope to resolve my conflict with Celine before then.

I would love to go for the trial with her. I want her to see Paxton for the last time.

“I am going to deal with him myself”, he remarks with a disappointed look. Father likes Eric and this is the reason why I couldn’t do a thing to Eric while he was away.

I have found a lot about Eric and given them to my father as proof. Now he is more than convinced that Eric wants to take after his father, my father’s late brother who betrayed my father.

“I will be glad if you can”, I nod at him. “I should go now.”

“Is your mother coming back tonight?” He inquires from me.

I nod. “There is no place for her in my house so she will definitely come back.”

“Are you sure she won’t help her escape?” Father laughs and I frown.

No, that’s not possible. I hug him one more time before heading to the waiting car.

Felix opens the car door for me and I slouch into the back seat. He closes the door before going over to the driver’s seat.

Father’s suggestion has given me a new sense of feeling. I am confident that it will work. It would work.

I will do all I can. I will put in my best to make sure that Celine and I come back to New York tomorrow as a couple.

Real ones.

As the car roars to life, my phone rings. I pull it out of my pocket to check the caller. My mother’s name flashes across the screen and I pick up in a hurry, interested in knowing about how the evening went with Celine.

“Mom?” I call out.

“Bryan, come to the hospital now”, she utters with a sense of urgency. “Celine collapsed right before we entered the restaurant.”

“What?!” My jaw drops and the phone falls off my hand in shock.