My nostrils flare. As soon as I finish reading it, I crumple the letter in my hand, gripping it tightly. Whoever this Lucas Klein is, he's supposed to be in a mental hospital.
He's a lunatic. He's even crazier than my stalkers.
I don't care who he is. He sounds like an old perverted businessman who will use his power and authority just to get anything that he wants.
I scoff. "This is easy. Just ignore this bullshit. I just have to stay away from trouble for at least one year, and people will forget about all the controversies, won't they?"
Maybe I have to make it look like I'm not interested in men for a couple of years.
Now, I really am not, anyway, after all the misunderstandings that have happened. But the paparazzi always find something to say as soon as a potential man approaches me within a one-meter radius.
"Cassie," Oscar warns, his hands now placed on his hips as he stands before me. "Lucas Klein said that it was not a question. He wasn't asking you to be his wife. He will make it happen."
"So what?" I ask. "Is he threatening us?"
Oscar sighs. I've lost count on how many times he has done itduring our argument here. "I just don't think that crossing him is a good idea. It might even backfire on us. He practically controls Premier News and Media Corporation. He can make everything worse."
"Based on my research about him, he's someone we wouldn't want to have as an enemy," Peter adds rather reluctantly. "All his business partners who have dared to cross him are now on the verge of bankruptcy. He's someone who won’t take no for answer."
"So he's blackmailing us!" I shout, panting.
This man is worse than my ex-boyfriend, Jude. He's worse than that perverted married actor, Brian.
This man is just... unbelievable.
I snap my head toward Morgan. "Do you have anything to say about this?" I hiss.
Morgan looks at me calmly, and that makes my anger build up even more. I still have the slightest hope that we're still a family, but for the hundredth time, I feel that hope shatter again into a million pieces.
A sly smile creeps on her lips. "Honey," she says softly. She has never honeyed me before. "We can't just sacrifice everything that you've been working hard for."
So they will just sacrifice my happiness? I know that she doesn't even care about how hard I've been working—she never did.
She just cares about the money.
I'm a celebrity, but I'm a human too. Tears threaten to form in my eyes, but I'm just so angry that I can't even cry.
I just need to see this bastard in person and make him feel sorry for ever being born.
"Get that chopper," I shout, walking off from the room, making all of them abruptly follow me.
"Are you going to see him?" Paul squeaks.
"We better inform him," Oscar quickly says. "So that he can send the chopper—"
"No!" I shout. "Mychopper." I eye him. "I have my own. Whyshould we use his?"
A scoff escapes from my lips. I will never ever use anything that he offers to me.
I turn to Peter. "Now, Peter, make sure that my ride lands safely on top of his building. Get his address."
Peter gulps and makes a phone call to arrange everything that I've ordered him to.
When the rest of them take another step forward, I stop them with my hand. "Only Mike comes with me."
Mike clenches his jaw, cracking his knuckles, like he's ready to knock out that arrogant billionaire. "Roger that, my lady."
