Chapter 2The Billionaire's Daughter-in-L-law

Harrison Brown brought me to the legendary Crestwood estate.

I’d never seen a mansion this big in my life. The marble floors probably cost more per square foot than my entire apartment.

I sat on a plush sofa while Harrison sat across from me.

A few minutes later, the front door opened.

A man in a black Gucci t-shirt walked in, holding a leash.

David Brown. Harrison’s son.

He froze when he saw us. "Dad? What are you doing here?"

"What is this?" Harrison asked, his face grim as he pointed at the leash.

"It’s my dog. You’ve seen him before... wait, holy crap, where’s my dog?"

David panicked, yanking on the empty leash and looking around wildly.

I just stared.

A moment later, a husky trotted in nonchalantly.

David dropped the leash and pointed a shaky finger at me, his face turning sour. "Are you really bringing your new girlfriend here? In front of me?"

Harrison’s expression grew even darker.

"My wife is still very much alive."

"Ahem."

I cleared my throat, feeling like I should probably say something. I chose my words carefully. "David, is it? Come here, kneel down. Mom has something to tell you."

David's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"What is the meaning of this?!" he snarled, turning to his father.

Harrison was unfazed. "Get acquainted. This is the wife I’ve found for you. From now on, you will listen to her."

David was speechless.

"Her?!" He looked me up and down with disgust. "She looks like she crawled out of a sewer. And you want me to listen to her? You must be dreaming."

Harrison ignored him and handed me a bank card. "This is for you. From now on, all of his allowances will be deposited into this account."

"What do you mean?" David sputtered.

Harrison narrowed his eyes at his son. "From now on, all of your money is in your wife's hands. That includes your cars and properties. They've already been transferred to her name. Understood?"

"On what grounds?!" David roared.

"Even my money is managed by your mother. You think you get a choice?" Harrison’s voice was like ice. "Now, shut up before I decide to slap some sense into you."

I held the heavy, black card in my hands, a giddy smile on my face.

So this is what wealth feels like.

"From now on, this waste of space is your responsibility," Harrison said to me. "Keep him in line. The money is yours to spend as you see fit."

With that, he turned and left, ignoring David’s furious protests.

Just before the door closed, he gave me a final nod. "Don't hold back. Hit him if you need to. You were right."

"If you accidentally kill him, I’ll just start over with a new one. I’ve still got time."

Slam!

The door shut.

Me: ...

David: ...

There’s some fatherly love here, but not much.