Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother - Chapter 54

Chapter 54: Mr. BusyBaron’s Home

Instead of heading directly to the newly assigned company, Natalie decided to take a different route.

‘If I want to control the people in the company, doing the opposite of what they expect would be the best approach for now. Let them wait for me,’ she thought, turning her car toward the site of her current project of home renovation.

She soon arrived in the most exclusive area of the city, where only the most influential and wealthy people owned homes. Each residence was more opulent than the next.

‘One day, one of these homes will belong to me,’ she mumbled, determination flashing in her beautiful eyes.

Following the GPS, she finally reached her destination. The security guard at the gate allowed her entry after she stated her purpose and showed her ID.

As the massive wooden gate swung open, the beauty of the residence was revealed. A stunning landscape of manicured greenery stretched out before her, leading to a grand home designed in a sleek urban European style.

‘So this is Mr. BusyBaron’s new home. He seemed to love living in overboard luxury. The person like him, might never even step inside the small apartment like mine.’

Little did she know, this Mr BusyBaron had not only stepped inside her small apartment, but also was even going to sleep next to her tonight in the same bed.

Natalie parked her car in front of the entrance and stepped into the spacious and luxurious drawing hall. The room was impressive, with a set of winding stairs leading to the upper levels, every inch of the space exuding wealth and refinement.

‘Everything is already perfect here, but these rich people simply need a reason to spend money and satisfy their huge ego,’ she sighed, ‘Never, mind. With few changes I can just make money. Not my loss anyways.’

She looked around to check the home and then decided to carry on with the plan. ‘It won’t even take a month, but a half month. No need to make more changes.’

She sat in the chair, and started working on her laptop and sent the final changes she had decided to the owner of this house- BusyBaron.

Once done, she informed Sean, emailed him as well and asked to start the work. After an hour, when she was finally about to leave, she received the call from Sephina.

Natalie smirked. ‘As expected,’

The moment she received the call, Sephina’s angry voice echoed through the phone. “Where are you? I was informed you haven’t reached the company yet.”

“Grandma, haven’t you officially handed that company over to me?”

“I did because I thought you’d be responsible. But on the first day, you’re already showing your true colors,” Sephina snapped.

Natalie remained unfazed. “Since the company is now mine, would you kindly stop poking your nose into my business? My company, my decision and my rules, none of your business.”

“You…”

“Sephina Ford, you should just relax and enjoy the chair you’re sitting in while you still can, because you won’t be sitting there for much longer,” Natalie mocked, her tone dripping with confidence. “And don’t be so obvious about things like you have planned some special welcome for me in my own company, but it failed due to my absence.”

There was a moment of silence on the other end, confirming Natalie’s suspicion. She truly understood this old woman really well.

“I’ll go when I’m ready, and I don’t have to report to you about it,” Natalie finished, and hung up the call without waiting for a response.

Natalie returned home and decided to work on creating a new perfume formula for Mia as per the promise she had made.

She headed to a small workroom in her house, a space she had meticulously set up for her favourite work. The room was a haven of creativity, filled with everything she needed. Shelves lined with various chemical bottles, tools, and materials all carefully arranged.

She put on the apron and started her work while wondering, ‘Where is this Mia. No call ever since she returned her home. I hope everything is alright with her.’

—–

At Justin’s suite, Rowan arrived with a mischievous grin, eager to discuss the latest gossip running in their closed group.

He settled into a chair opposite Justin. “I heard you finally have a girlfriend now, Harper.”

“You heard it wrong,” Justin replied, while busy.

“Oh, so the woman in your bedroom was just… a one-time thing? Since when are you into hiring prostitutes?”

Slam!

Rowan flinched as Justin angrily slammed his file on the table, his eyes flashing with fury. “Mind your words, Lawson,” Justin growled, his tone low and dangerous.

It was rare to see Justin lose his temper, which meant the other person had clearly crossed a line. Rowan could tell that this woman must be important to Justin if he reacted so strongly.

“Man, I’m sorry, alright. Calm down now.”

Justin’s anger calmed down, while he himself was not aware why he was angry- Was it because Rowan said he hired a prostitute or because the woman he called prostitute was Natalie.

He inhaled deeply and concluded that it was the latter reason. Natalie was a Harper, part of his family, and he wouldn’t tolerate anyone talking about her like that.

Rowan awkwardly created his throat and hesitated before asking, “May I know what that woman was then?”

“No.”

When Justin gave a firm ‘No’ it meant the discussion was closed.

Rowan sighed, “You’re so boring, Harper. Anyway, it’s evening now. You can stop working—let’s hang out tonight.”

Justin glanced at the clock. It was already six in the evening. “I can’t. It’s time for me to go home.”

“Home? What home?” Rowan asked, puzzled. “Is your new place ready? Then why are you still staying at the hotel?”

Justin was momentarily taken aback by his own words. ‘Home? Had he already started thinking of Natalie’s place as his home?’ He shook his head, feeling slightly unnerved by the realization. ‘This is crazy.’

“Justin?” Rowan called, noticing his friend lost in thought.

“I have somewhere to be,” Justin abruptly, stood up and headed into his bedroom to change into ordinary clothes.

Rowan followed him inside. “Where are you going? And why are you putting on those ordinary clothes?”

“You don’t need to know,” Justin replied coldly, buttoning up his shirt. “And stop following me.”

Justin didn’t want anyone to know where he was going or it would be difficult to stop his friends from annoying him.

Getting rid of Rowan he drove his ordinary car towards Natalie’s home, ‘It would be fun to watch her reaction tonight.’

—-

Natalie was engrossed in her work and didn’t realize how late it had gotten until the doorbell rang. ‘That must be Grandpa,’ she thought, heading to the door.

She opened it with a warm smile. “Welcome back, Grandpa.”

Albert stepped inside, smiling back at her. “How was your day, Natalie?”

“Busy and great,” she replied, starting to tell him all about her work on the new perfume formula.

Just as she was getting into the details, the doorbell rang again.

“Must be Aiden,” Albert commented.

Natalie nodded and went to open it, only to find a stranger standing there instead. “Ms. Natalie?” the man asked.

“Yes, that’s me,” she replied, slightly puzzled.

The man handed her a delivery slip. “Mr. Aiden has ordered a bed, mattress, and other items to be delivered and installed in the master bedroom.”

“What?” Natalie exclaimed, “Is he…. Cough!” She realized her grandpa was there and turned to look at him, “Grandpa, yesterday I mentioned that the bed feels a bit small for both of us, as Aiden is such a tall and big man. Seems like he took it seriously and….”

“Paying attention to your wife’s discomfort, even if it’s minor, is what a real man should do,” he said, clearly impressed. “My grandson-in-law will make a perfect husband.”

Natalie forced a smile, realizing she had no choice but to accept the delivery. She led the workers inside and followed them to the master bedroom.

As they started dismantling the previous bed and removing the mattress, she noticed they weren’t asking her what to do with the old furniture.

“Wait, what are you going to do with this bed? Did he sell it to you in an exchange offer?” she asked.

The delivery in-charge shook his head. “Mr. Aiden instructed us to burn everything to ashes, including the bed.”

“What?” Her voice echoed through the room, a mix of shock and disbelief.