Claimed By The Arrogant Billionaire

Chapter 11

-Ethan Owen-

"Good morning, big brother, happy weekend," Angelina's excited voice filled my ear.

"Morning. How was your night?" I asked her, to which she giggled. "Fine."

"So what's up? Why are you calling me this morning?" I asked Angelina calmly, as she laughed over the phone, knowing she was my only sibling.

"Brother, when are you coming home? Dad and Mom said you will be at home today. I want to discuss with you about my upcoming 24th birthday party. I want it to be the talk of the town and all over the internet," Angelina said, her voice laced with happiness.

"Fine. When I get home, we will discuss about it," I replied calmly, to which she said, "Alright. I will be expecting you back. Grandma Anita is asking of you too."

"I know," I replied as I shut my eyes. "I will be at home soon."

"Okay, take care," Angelina replied, and the call ended.

Sighing, I looked out of my car window as Pete drove my car along the expressway and soon arrived at the White Estate's magnificent gate.

Looking out of the car window on my left, I was stunned when I saw Eva Brooks, the same woman who I had a one-night stand with a few hours ago, standing at the entrance gate, and the security men refused to let her in.

"What's Eva doing here?" I wondered, gazing at her.

"Is she trying to stalk me? What brought her to the White Estate? Why am I beginning to see her around? Was she trying to pester me?" I pondered deeply, my brows furrowed, but I didn't ask Pete to stop the car to pick her up.

Noticing my intense gaze on her, Eva looked in my direction. She appeared stunned to see me, as her blue eyes widened in shock, but she shyly looked away.

Pressing my lips to a firm line, I kept my focus on the road, exhaling as Pete drove into the White Estate, and I couldn't believe how much of a hold a total stranger had on me.

"Pete, ensure you find out more information about Eva Brooks for me before Monday. I want everything about her to be reported to my desk by Monday. Is that understood?" I asked as Pete drove my car down the estate street, heading toward my father's house.

"Understood, boss," Pete replied, his gaze fixated on the road. I also live on this White Estate. It housed many wealthy folks and elites in Dominic City.

The estate was heavily guarded by tough security men and police officers, as we were separated from the poor masses.

Pete continued driving. Soon enough, he arrived at my father's magnificent home, which was among other elite houses inside this White Estate. My bodyguards escorted me in another car. My father was a billionaire too, but he was involved in other companies, like loans, online banking, and also physical banks in Dominic City. But I was into other businesses.

Getting out of my car, I made my way into the living room. My mother, Lena, and my sister, Angelina, were present and sitting on the black couch.

Seeing me enter after the maid had welcomed me,

Angelina stood up from the couch and ran up to envelop me in a warm hug. She was sporting a blue short dress and black slippers. She had long brunette hair that bounced as she excitedly hugged me.

"Welcome home, big brother!" Angelina squealed like a child, despite that she was going to be a 24-year-old woman soon.

"Thank you," I replied, hugging Angelina back as I smiled, before I looked over at my mother in a stunning white dress and greeted her. "Good morning, Mom."

"Morning, Ethan. I thought you didn't want to come home again," Mom said, because I had been avoiding home for over two weeks.

I smiled and moved over to the next golden couch in the living room to have a seat across from my mother.

"Mom," I sighed and replied, "It's not that I don't want to come home. I have a lot of work to do at the office."

"I know," Mom laughed as I saw my father, Mr. Kennedy, striding downstairs and wearing a white top and black trousers.

My father had a striking resemblance to me. He was tall, had green eyes, short black hair, and dark skin.

"Good morning, Dad." I stood up and greeted him with a smile, and he smiled, walking downstairs to meet us.

"Welcome, Ethan. Finally, you agreed to come home today," Dad said, and I smiled.

"We are about to have breakfast, Ethan. Have you eaten? I am sure that you haven't. Come and join us," Mom invited me to the dining room, and I truly hadn't eaten, as I was just coming from my hotel.

Silently, I moved over to the dining table to have my breakfast with my family. My parents sat across from me, while my sister sat beside me.

Two maids walked out of the kitchen carrying a kettle and also several cups as they served us breakfast: a cup of tea and three slices of bread.

After breakfast ended, I waited to know what my parents had to say and also to go upstairs to greet my grandmother, since I hadn't seen her step downstairs.

"Dad, what about your mom?" I asked, and he smiled.

"Oh, she was sleeping before I came downstairs to meet you. You can go check on her, but she's not taking her medicine," Dad said, as his mother was hypertensive.

"Why?" I asked with a scowl, and Dad shrugged. "Old age. Also, she wants you to get married, and you are not saying anything about taking your relationship with Freya Dallas seriously. Freya complained to Angelina and your mother that you rarely call her, and when she calls you, you give her excuses that you are busy with work. Ethan, I want you to know that there's a time for everything," Dad said, his voice firm, and I lowered my head and avoided meeting his gaze.

"I know, Dad. I will make time for Freya. But I don't think I have any feelings for her," I said, and my mother laughed, making me raise my head to look at her face.

"Mom, what's funny? I honestly don't want to get married now," I said, my voice calm.

"Ethan, can you listen to yourself?" My mother said as she stopped laughing.

"When your father and I got married, your dad was 26, and you're 31, and yet you're saying that you are not ready for marriage. Is it until you grow gray hair that you will know that you're ready for marriage? You need to make time for Freya and take her out tomorrow, which is Sunday—no more excuses," my mother said with a firm voice, and I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"I will try. But I honestly don't feel a need to marry Freya. It's best we don't proceed with this," I said, but my father cut me off and said, "Ethan, you have to take Freya out tomorrow. Next weekend, we will invite the Dallas family to fix your wedding date. You can as well be working and building a family. But what is important is that you're going to get married this year."