The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Kaley’s face changed slightly, too quickly for anyone to catch, but not before Old Mr. Grant’s eyes caught it.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

The atmosphere froze for a second, but Kaley immediately put on an impeccable smile, and with a glance at Lindsey, he explained, “I heard from my elder brother that you’ve been a bit unwell recently, and Burton, the boy, couldn’t be bothered, so he came straight over.”

A grandson is also a grandson, how come Bruce doesn’t have to report when he comes over, but his own son has to apply or he won’t be allowed in.

Every time he thought about it, Kaley’s hatred for Lindsey grew even deeper. If it wasn’t for this bitch who came out of nowhere, Bruce would have been a wreck for years with that injury. And when that happens, it will be his son who will be the pillar of the family.

Old Mr. Grant’s expression remained nonchalant, gesturing for her to sit down and talk.

As soon as she left, Burton got up and followed her, leaving Old Mr. Grant and his mother outside.

The courtyard was quiet, with the occasional rustle of the wind through the trees.

Old Mr. Grant lifted the alabaster pot in his hand, took a sip of tea into the spout and spoke lightly, “Kaley, how have I treated you all these years since your mother left.”

“Dad …” Kaley looked up to meet his gaze, startled by the warning in his eyes, and her body cooled for a moment. “Why are you talking about this all of a sudden.”

“Don’t play dumb in front of me about how Leon and his wife treated you when they were still alive.” Old Mr. Grant’s voice sank and a pained look rose to his pale face. “And how you treated, the only bloodline they left in the world.”

“There must be a misunderstanding.” Kaley shuddered and abruptly raised his voice. “I’ve never treated Bruce as if he were my own son.”

Old Mr. Grant’s face sank a few more notches, narrowing his sharp eyes slightly as his gaze rested longingly on her. “You dare to pat yourself on the back for saying that? Don’t think I don’t know what you two do in private, mother and son.”

With those words, Old Mr. Grant left Kaley behind and carried his teapot into the living room without looking back.

The three youngsters, who were in the living room, saw Old Mr. Grant’s grim face, and the other two stood up instantly, except for Bruce, who did not move.

Without a word, Old Mr. Grant crossed the living room and before going upstairs suddenly turned back to Lindsey and said, “Lindsey, stay for dinner with me tonight.”

“Oh …” Lindsey responded, her hand hanging at her side, suddenly being held by Bruce.

Burton was neither going nor not going.

After a moment of silence, Kaley’s voice sounded outside the door and he immediately dropped and ran out. A pair of deep, cold eyes, where Bruce could not see them, floated with raging hatred.

After Kaley and her son left, Lindsey sat back on the couch and asked in a small voice, “Is Grandpa mad because of me.”

“Shhh …” Bruce made a silent gesture, signalling for her not to pry.

Lindsey nodded sullenly, her grip on his hand tightening with an indescribable bitterness in her heart.

Bruce noticed that she was in a bad mood and smiled as he got out of his wheelchair and sat beside her to gently take her shoulder. “It’s got nothing to do with you, it’s a family matter.”

“I know.” Lindsey forced a smile and raised her hand to point upstairs. “Grandpa’s going to be okay, right?”

“Don’t worry, he’s just angry, he’ll be fine after a while.” The smile on Bruce’s face remained unchanged, except that the words he said were without any substance.

After waiting patiently for about half an hour, Old Mr. Grant came down from upstairs and greeted them as they went to the dining room for dinner.

The meal was boring, and the group avoided sensitive topics, chatting casually about the vegetable patch in the yard and Lindsey’s future work schedule.

By the end of the evening, it was close to 8pm and Bruce knew that Lindsey had to go to the American Academy the next day, so he took her straight back to the Grant Residence after saying goodbye to Old Mr. Grant.

The evening was inevitably intimate and Lindsey ended up in the crook of his arm with a growing unease.

In the time since she returned to B, Kaley had been targeting her, both explicitly and implicitly.

For a family of the calibre of The Grant family, Old Mr. Grant is the backbone. But when it comes to the training of juniors, all of them want a piece of the action, regardless of their lineage.

In Bruce’s case, if he hadn’t been disabled in a car accident, he would have returned from West Point with a great future and the next head of The Grant family.

The Grant family’s position has been earned on the battlefield by the real people of The Grant family, a weight that is unmatched in the military.

Now that Bruce has recovered from his wounds, Lindsey’s fear is not that he will return to the army, but that Burton will continue to be a problem.

She is more worried about his well-being than the family’s honour. And she was an outsider who was not really needed, and frankly, she had already taken the blame once, so who was to say there would not be a second time.

The bedroom was silent and Lindsey’s long silence soon aroused Bruce’s suspicions. He moved his arm and rolled over to look at her face to face. “What’s wrong, preoccupied.”

“It’s not because I’m tired of you.” Lindsey pursed her lips and gave the soft flesh of his arm a pouty squeeze to turn the conversation away. “The event starts in one day, and I’ll probably be very busy for the next month.”

“I know, and I said I wouldn’t interfere with your work or studies.” Bruce kissed her forehead tenderly and cooed, “Go to sleep, you have an early start tomorrow.”

“Good night.” Lindsey kissed him back on the chin and closed her eyes.

It was probably because she had something on her mind that Lindsey slept extremely restlessly this night, and she woke up suddenly in the middle of the night with no more sleep.

She picked up the atomic watch on the bedside table and checked the time, it was only four o’clock, so she got up, put on her dressing gown and went to the study.

The words she had promised to write for Professor Lee had never been decided upon. She got some rice paper and laid it on the paper, then pressed the ink onto the paperweight and wrote with a single stroke of her brush: “To be done with the king’s business, to win the name of the king after his life. Pity the poor white man!

Putting away the brush, she leaned down and blew the ink dry, pacing to the window and gazing into the dark night sky.

When she was a child, her grandfather had taught her that if you give up, you get what you want, but she could never give up Bruce.

She can no longer remember why she was moved, but the only memory that sticks in her mind is the first time he smiled at her without reservation. That clean, warm smile made her feel, for the first time, like she was being depended on.

The truth is, Bruce really does love her, and no matter what outsiders say about the relationship, he has always been good to her, always the same …

I don’t know how long she stood there, but Lindsey pulled back her thoughts and gingerly went back to the bedroom next door.

She had figured out that even if she had to go through fire and brimstone, as long as his love remained the same, she would stay with him.

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Under the same night sky, in a corner of City B, the Grant Group staff flat.

The modern bedroom is dimly lit, and Burton’s already distorted face is haunted by the shadows.

The ashtray in his hand is stacked high with cigarette butts like a mountain. The grey and white ashes fell in a circle around the outside of the ashtray. After taking the last puff of his cigarette, he fiercely pinched the butt into the ashtray and got up to open the window.

The cool midnight breeze blew in his face, and his chaotic thoughts became, little by little, clearer than ever.

Mum was right, a little intolerance is a big mistake. But he couldn’t help it, he was about the same age, he had The Grant family’s genes, but Old Mr. Grant didn’t like him so much.

Spitting out the window in frustration, Burton remembered Tina, who was locked up next door, and his angular face sank as he turned to leave the bedroom.

The door to the next room was locked, so Burton tapped on it a few times and didn’t see her open it, so he got the key and opened it himself.

Tina was in a daze when a knock on the door sounded in her ears and then she felt a weight on her body and her nightgown was ripped off her.

“Burton you’re not human!” Tina came to her senses and shouted excitedly, “You’re violating me!”

“I am violating you.” Burton wrinkled his brow and violently pressed her hands above her head, holding them down with one hand, following them by withdrawing his own clothing and pushing in hard without a hint of mercy.

“You bastard, get off me!” Tina cried out in pain as her body continued to squirm, “Bastard, let go of me.”

Burton stared at her viciously, suddenly releasing her clamped hands, but the next second he tore her nightgown and tied her hands to the head of the iron bed.

Tina begged for help and could only curse him through clenched teeth, “Bastard!”

“That’s right, you keep cursing.” Burton deliberately pushed upwards and smiled wickedly, “The louder you curse, the more comfortable I’ll be.”

Tina’s eyes opened to meet his bloodthirsty eyes and her face turned pale as her body shivered.

Burton watched her reaction with great satisfaction, bouncing tirelessly as he cursed. “Scared? If it wasn’t for you, bitch, I’d be a lot better off.”

“What’s that got to do with me …” Tina begged bitterly, “Just let me go, please.”

Burton gave a cold “no” in return, and took all the aggression he had suffered in the military zone out on her. If she hadn’t been greedy and tried to seduce Bruce, the accident wouldn’t have come out so quickly.

Bruce has been pressed repeatedly and there is enough evidence in his hands to put him away for good.

Tina’s cries grew louder and more harsh, shrill and distracting.

Burton tossed and turned for a while, but had no intention of letting her go, instead changing positions and continuing to rampage.

Tina’s voice was hoarse, and by the end, her cries were broken, but to Burton’s ears, they were beautiful.

With a final thrust, he heaved himself on top of her and said with a grin as if in a voice from hell, “I forgot to tell you, you’ll never have a chance in life to marry into a rich family.”

Tina had lost the strength to resist. She looked at his shadowy face, her heart ashen.

She had been so deluded that she had agreed to come back with this scum. If only she had known, she would have taken her passport and money and left the city.

Burton didn’t care what she thought. After venting his frustrations, he went to his room naked and lit a cigarette, lying comfortably beside her and swallowing the smoke.

Tina’s strength faded a little and she continued to plead, mute, “I’m no longer of any use to you anyway, so why don’t we just make up?”

“You have value.” Burton curled his thin lips and smiled coldly. “Warming my bed is also value.”

Tina sniffed and closed her eyes in dismay, completely dead.

Burton finished his cigarette and went back to his room without a moment’s hesitation. Within two minutes of lying down, a call unexpectedly came in on his phone, and he looked at the unfamiliar number and hesitantly picked it up.