Billionaire’s Great Obsession

Brianna wanted to move a bit away from Scott, but Scott held her waist tighter. She obeyed and thought I’d better not show any personal emotions to him from now on. I don’t have the privilege to do so. I am not Sol Keaton, his angel. Just obey and question not.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Just as Brianna thought of Sol again, Scott’s phone rang. He listened for a while, then asked, “Any news from Europe?”

He frowned. “It’s more likely that she’s in Europe, but continue the search in the States and Canada. I will send more people if necessary. If you can’t find her, don’t think about coming back to Las Vegas.” He said sternly.

Brianna had guessed that it was about Sol. Her heart ached.

When Scott hung up, Brianna asked, trying to sound as casual as she could, “Scott, when you find her, we will divorce, right?”

Scott muttered a yes without looking at her.

Brianna was quiet and looked out of the window. As he noticed how she suddenly looked upset, his feeling of agitation resumed. I have been looking for Sol for so long, and if I can find her, of course, I will love her the best I can. Brianna is just a replacement, and surely she will have to leave. But why? Why does it irritate me so much to see her upset?

The car pulled over outside The Anderson Corporation. Brianna was about to get out of the car, and Scott suddenly lifted her chin up and said rather seriously, “Brianna, don’t be cheeky and think about leaving me ever, not without my permission.”

“We will separate sooner or later anyway. Scott, you don’t really need to warn me anymore. It’s all up to you, not to me. You have the absolute right to decide.” Brianna looked at him into his eyes and said with determination. “Also, I’m not like you. I feel, and I stay true to my feelings. I can’t force myself to be a replacement for someone forever. You can decide on what I do, where I live, my freedom, my life, but you can never control my heart and how I feel.”

Scott frowned, released her chin, and held her gaze. He felt even worse now.

“Bye,” Brianna said briefly and got out of the car. She had decided that while she was still married, she would play her role and fulfill her responsibilities, but as soon as Sol returned, she would leave. She had to. She must. She couldn’t allow herself to compromise her true feelings. She would not allow herself to share someone she loved with other women.

Scott watched Brianna hurry to the gate and rub his temples as if to remove his headache. She has again implied that she cares about Sol’s return. She thinks too much of herself now. Who is she to mind who I love?! And obviously, she is still mad at me for not replying to her question.

The more Scott thought about it, the more irritated he felt. Damn it! She’s supposed to please me, but instead, she’s irritating me more often than ever. However, he didn’t even think of asking her to leave. He wanted her to stay despite the inexplicable feeling of agitation she’d caused in him.

When Brianna got to the gate, she stopped, turned around, and watched Scott’s car drive off. She heaved a sigh, feeling confused by her own reaction. I used to hate him and even found him threatening. When did my feelings for him change? When did I start to hope for something that I shouldn’t even think about?

She knew very well that to fall in love with Scott Anderson was to dive into the fire like a moth. However, she couldn’t help it. What can I do about it? Nothing! I should focus on work. That’s what I can do. I can at least become financially independent. When she comes back to him, I will just leave, and he won’t threaten me with Mom anymore. Right! That’s what I will do. Focus on work. Become a successful designer. Have my own studio. Take care of Mom. When I become independent and successful myself, there’s plenty of fish in the sea for me to choose from!

Brianna thought to herself and gave herself an encouraging smile. The door of the lift opened, and she marched out confidently, but only to bump into someone coming into the lift. “Ouch. Sorry.” She apologized immediately. A pleasant scent of cologne mixed with tobacco greeted her. She looked up, and on realizing who it was, she stumbled backward and twisted her ankle slightly.

“What are you in such a hurry for? Or did you do it on purpose? Wanting some intimacy from me?” Jameson teased and winked at her.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Brianna retorted sternly. “I’m your sister-in-law.” She added.

“Ha-ha. It won’t last, will it? Or do you think you have won my brother’s heart?”

“Of course not. His heart belongs to Sol Keaton only.” Brianna said and looked away. She felt hurt.

“Then shouldn’t you plan for your future and reconsider my offer?”

“No.”

“Well, then perhaps you can try stealing his heart.”

“Ha.” Brianna laughed, mocking herself. “Impossible. It was sold to Sol Keaton long ago.”

“Don’t underestimate yourself.”

“What do you mean?”

“Didn’t he allow you to sleep in his room last night?” Jameson looked at Brianna tentatively, then added, “I bet you are the only woman that he’s ever allowed to sleep in his room.”

“Huh?” Brianna stared at Jameson in disbelief. “What do you mean? What about Sol Keaton, then? Surely, she has stayed in his room before!”

“I doubt it,” Jameson said matter-of-factly. “Also, he has only allowed Jacob, Sol, and you in his car. No one else. You have been very lucky. Even when he has an important client to meet this morning, he has accompanied you to the company first.” Jameson went on and watched Brianna closely. He noticed some kiss marks that the scarf had failed to cover.

“It seems like you have changed him a lot. He’s done many things that surprised me since he married you. I believe you are becoming someone to him.” He stressed the word ‘someone.’