Demon CEO's Hidden Love: Mr Grayson Stole Me From My Abusive Husband-Chapter 142: An Obvious Trap

Jen arrived at the hotel room Ethan texted her, she clutched tightly onto her sides, prepared for the worse.

However, when she stepped into the room, she was met by a room filled with designer clothes and bags. The room was decorated with rose petals and Ethan stood at the center, in a white robe, holding a glass of red wine.

"Mr Halton-"

His eyes lit up when he saw her. "Close the door, Jen."

Jen gulped, as her fingers slowly pushed the door shut, her heart racing with every passing second. Ethan sat on the sofa, his legs spread out, he slapped his lap, gesturing her to sit on it.

Scared, she complied, clenching her muscles for the incoming attack.

But instead, Ethan pushed the wine glass to her lips, "Taste it."

"N-No thank you Sir-"

"I insist, Jen. Have a sip." Ethan’s voice sounded, slow and imposing.

Jen closed her eyes and took a sip.

"How is it?" He asked, he rested a hand on her shoulder, but Jen flinched, jerking her shoulders reflexively.

She nodded, "It’s good."

"It’s far different from the cheap beer you drink at those work parties, isn’t it?" Ethan asked.

Jen kept her gaze to her laps, unable to even look him in the eye. The image of Avery’s condition kept flashing before her eyes, making her heart swell.

"Yes."

"If you want it, it’s yours. Even all these gifts, they’re all yours for the taking, Jen." Ethan said, rubbing his palm against her shoulder.

"Sir, did...did you do it?" Jen’s voice came out in a crack, her tears flowing freely.

Ethan’s smile twitched, his grip on her shoulder tightened, "Jen, you’re getting ahead of yourself. I am your boss, don’t forget that." He hissed.

She tightly nodded, rubbing her thumbs against each other, praying for him to let her go.

"You have a brother still in college and your parent’s restaurant is about to go under. Your salary as my assistant isn’t anywhere close to helping your family out. However, you’ve been a good worker, so I might be able to lend you a hand." He suggested.

Jen’s eyes widened in shock, "My family...you did a background check on them."

"That is only the start, my dear." He pulled her closely, smiling at the moistness from her sweat, and from the tears.

"I can bend your life however I deem fit. But of course, I’m not forcing you." He took his hand off her. "The choice is yours, you can take my gifts, and help your family. Or," he grinned. "You can do without my help, and see what happens to you."

Avery flashed before her eyes, she closed her eyes and covered her ears, blocking out the sound of the blast.

"I’m sure you’re more than aware of what I’m capable of doing, Jen." He reminded her, "All that eavesdropping you did earlier, worked out in your favor."

Jen froze, her hands fell from her ears, stun drawn across her face.

"What?" He laughed, "Don’t tell me you thought I didn’t notice you eavesdropping on my conversation? But it worked out well, if you had been just a second late in warning your little friend, she might’ve died on the spot." He said.

"How could you..."

Ethan reached for her hair and yanked hard, "You listen carefully, I won’t tolerate a bitch like you getting in my way. This is the last time you ever defy me, do you understand?!"

"Yes! Yes sir! I’m sorry! Please, forgive me!" Jen cried, struggling against his strong grip.

Content, he let go of her hair. She reached for her hair, trying to recover, but he grabbed her by the back of her neck and crashed his lips into hers.

"Mhmm!" Jen struggled against the miss, but he bit on her lip, forcefully prying her mouth open...

Getting up, Ethan looked over his shoulders at a naked Jen, draped under the sheets. A hiss escaped his lips, "The damn bitch cries even in her sleep."

He reached for his phone, and advanced towards the living room, kicking the designers and rose petals out from his path.

Reaching for the bottle of red wine, he tried to pour himself a shot, but his phone rang. He immediately picked it up and placed it to his ear.

"Tell me, did you arrange the meeting?" He asked.

"I regret to inform you sir, but president Lucas has refused to meet with you-"

"What?! Did you tell him I was the one asking for the meeting?!" Ethan raised his voice in disbelief.

His informant replied. "Yes sir, but he expressively denied, on the basis that he won’t be able to disclose any personal information of his cast."

Ethan hissed, "Do something! Or else I’ll make your entire family suffer!"

"But sir-" the informant was cut off by the call ending.

Ethan picked up the bottle and chugged it down in gulp. He clenched his fist, his eyes fuming with anger.

He flashed back to when he found out that Brooke would be cast in Lucas’ film. He had sent people to infiltrate the production house, and find out Brooke’s address and phone number.

But they all came back with no good news. After multiple failed attempts, he decided to try and pry the information out of the source. Little did he expect president Lucas to not bend to his authority.

"My wife? An actress?! What a joke!" He laughed hysterically, punching his fist into the marble counter.

"Brooke, you think you can escape me?! I swear that I’ll drag you from wherever you’re hiding, and bind those legs properly, so you can never escape me."

*Grayson Mansion*

"Marriage?" Sophia gasped, "Godfrey, let’s not be too hasty-"

"I think it’s a good idea, grandmother. He should take responsibility." William stated, his sense of justice, once more seeping through.

"No one is getting married." Malcolm announced, he turned to the Rosamunds, "You’ve overstayed your welcome, you should leave."

Godfrey held his ground, "Vance makes a good point. My daughter won’t be able to get married because of your son. It’s only right he takes responsibility."

Mallory shook her head, "That’s enough! Please! Matthew is innocent, we don’t need to go any further."

Rosalind chimed, "You heard her, there is nothing to discuss." She turned to her son, "Matthew, let’s go inside...."

"Do you think we are afraid of making this public?" Amanda inserted, "If you Graysons refuse to take responsibility, we will make this issue public, and then, your name and reputation will be tarnished."

Rosalind clapped, "You really are the ideal mother, taking advantage of your daughter’s situation."

Edward hissed, "Malcolm, if only you could control your idiot son! Look at the mess he’s caused us."

"Like I said, why are you butting into this? My son isn’t as shameless as yours..." Malcolm was saying, only for everyone to turn silent, at the sudden arrival of the Grayson heir.

Thane.

"Thane." Matthew gulped when his elder brother strode into the area, his skin pale, it was clear he was not in good health.

Yet, he made the trip for his sake.

"Big brother, I swear I didn’t do anything-" Matthew was saying, only to get cut off by a harsh slap by Thane.

The slap was so hard, that Matthew face began to bleed, and so did Thane’s palm. But his older brother didn’t stop there, in front of everyone, he dragged Matthew by the ear and tossed him in front of Mallory.

"Apologize!" he demanded, stepping on his back, mercilessly.

Without any hesitation, Matthew said, "I’m sorry, please forgive me."

Mallory gasped, she had only seen how gentle Thane acted, she never expected to see him behaving like a tyrant.

The rest of the family did not say a word, Thane was called the black sheep of the family, and not without good reasons for it.

After Matthew finished apologizing, Thane turned to Godfrey, his eyes sharp.

Godfrey cracked a nervous smile. "Yes, that’s much better! It’s good that there’s at least one member of the Grayson family who has a lick of common sense." He said rubbing his palms.

Sophia hissed, ’Thane is too sharp. He’s seen how beneficial it would be if Matthew marries into the Rosamunds. I knew it! He’s really vying for the inheritance after all!’

Both parents exchanged all knowing looks. They didn’t want to get involved with the Rosamunds, but it seemed like the marriage would be inevitable, especially with Thane on the matter.

Amanda smiled, "Now, we just need you to tell your grandfather about the wedding-"

Thane cut her off, "Marriage? I never said anything of the sort." he said, taking his foot off his brother.

Matthew raised his head, surprised that wasn’t where he was driving at.

"But, you had him apologize just now." Godfrey argued.

"That was just an older brother disciplining his foolish younger brother for getting caught in such an obvious trap." In plainer words, he went on to say.

"Anyone of you who targets my brother will answer to me." He announced, staring down the Rosamunds.

Matthew’s eyes watered, as he watched the brother he thought had always hated him stand up for him...

Author’s Note: Have a happy new year guys! Thanks so much for reading this story and thank you for all the gifts, comments, votes and Golden tickets.

I hope we can be together for the next year too!

On an unrelated note, I’m entering a new novel into a competition and it’s a werewolf romance. I hope you all will read it, once it’s out!