SWEET REVENGE

Chapter Four-Marrying a murderer like me

Derrick's POV:

Sitting at the back of the Venza driving me home and thinking about how to tell grandma that I'd be getting married to my secretary.

Grandma is the only one that makes the final decision in the Harrisons family, she's the god that every member of the family that wants to survive must respond and submit to, going against her command is like getting ready to be banish out of the family.

How exactly am I going to tell her this? I know very well that getting married to my secretary must be the last thing grandma must hear. "I expel a sigh of fear."

But I need Miranda, she's the only one that fit this role, I've known her for almost years, the only lady that I'm confident to have this kind of agreement with and that will leave after the contract ends is Miranda.

I don't want any strange lady that grandma can control, no! "I nod affirmatively"

I have to make this work, if I don't want Miranda's life to be frustrated in this house as well, I must definitely keep this secret.

The car halts immediately the driver enters the car garage snapping me out of my thoughts.

I step across the doorway into the sitting room holding firmly with my left hand my briefcase.

"There is nothing good that can come out of your life!" , Grandma yelled loudly halting my steps suddenly.

"You are nothing but just a worthless miscreant that does not know the value of money." She's breathing heavily.

I move a little bit closer only for me to see him, Fred — one of my father's son.

My father had eleven sons with five different women, one of which he got married to legally, my mother, and gave birth to me just for them to die in a ghastly accident five years ago.

Fred again? What has he done this time around? I silently wondered.

Before I could dash towards a little bit, the flying remote grandma threw at Fred come straight landing on my forehead suddenly leaving me a sharp mark.

I froze, rubbing my forehead with my hands. I locked gaze with Fred running towards the entrance. He smirk jeeringly.

"What?!" I exaclaim softly. This guy just mock me for getting in the remote way?.

"And why are you roaming about with no destination." Grandma said looking at me with her eyes brewing with anger.

"That guy is here again telling me rubbish after squandering the last money I gave him", her anger poured out in a torrent of words

"That he needs money again?" She continues, I don't dare to interrupt her, not even at such a dreadful moment as this.

"Fred can never amount to anything good in his life" she is furious retreating her step back to her seat while I follow her as well "Bastard!" She said exhaling a big sigh.

The silence is palpable.

I don't think this is the best time for me to bring up the issue of me getting married, a very wrong timing at that.

I give a simple bow to excuse myself, my legs move in a jerry motion, stiff and awkward, halted by her next statement.

"Didn't you see my text message this morning?" Her loud voice was like a crack of thunder.

Let me just seize this opportunity to let out everything since she has brought up the discussion again.

I step back a little bit and sit on the chair closer to her.

"I saw your text message this morning" I murmurs.

It's her usual text message she sends everytime, I intentionally leaves home to office in the morning without her knowing, just to avoid her early morning drama—getting married and giving her a grandson ish talk every now and then.

"Then I don't deserve any feedback yet?" Her voice still raised looking at me with anger brewing in her face.

I clear my throat, and takes a deep breath, making an effort to calm my nerves.

"I've gotten a lady to marry." I said sharply focusing on my folded fingers.

Silence ensues.

Surprised at her silence, I look up then we exchange glances.

"Who is the la....."

I know the next question she's going to ask me is who. I cut her sharply.

"She's my friend, I met her when I was in the state."

Miranda has been working with me for almost two years as my personal secretary, luckily for me, no one in my family has ever come across her or even know, it is part of the Harrison's rules to always keep business strictly confidential.

"When you were in the state?" She turn to me with a questioning brows.

I hack a cough and sneeze repeatedly, her questions send a shiver down my spine.

What was I thinking to bring up this matter up again.

Just why did I have mention to grandma's face about my stay in abroad again? I'm scolding myself inwardly.

Grandma sent me to the state 2years ago, hiding me from a murder case. It is still confusing till today to me, how a dead lady was found beside me in an hotel room. My inner man betrayed me, I couldn't believe myself if I was the one that killed her or not—I was drunk, but everyone believed I did.

My heart stopped, my palms are sweating.

"Yes." I blinked quickly averting my gaze.

"When you killed someone right?" She raises a mocking brow.

The weight of her words hit me like a ton of bricks, I froze at the last statement, sinking in like ice water.

"Look here", I don't care whether you want to get married to a murderer like you, all I want is a grandson." Her words stung but I forced myself not to say anything.

"A child." She continues

"A child that will carry on my legacy." She leans back to the chair making the last statement, "since she's from the state, she should be from a wealthy family as well I guess right?."