The Billionaire's Sinful Heiress

Chapter 4

“Good morning, Mr. West…” The greeting came collectively from the staff, it sounded timid and rehearsed. George didn’t respond, he stood there—tall and immovable like a statue. For a long moment, he simply stared at them—his eyes cold, unreadable. The lobby felt smaller under his gaze, like everyone had suddenly become aware of how insignificant they were.

Then slowly, he turned. His arm wrapped around his wife’s waist, pulling her close with possessive ease. Gloria leaned into him instantly, her chin lifted, lips curved in faint satisfaction.

“And no morning for my queen and my son?” George asked, voice calm but sharp enough to cut glass.

The reaction was immediate. “Oh... good morning, Madame... good morning, sir...”

“Sorry... good morning boss...” “Good morning, Madame Gloria...” The words tumbled out clumsily, staff tripping over themselves, embarrassment written all over their faces. Kelvin stood beside his parents, he placed his hands in his pocket like a young man who has nothing to loose, eyes roaming the lobby with detached curiosity, saying absolutely nothing.

George let them fumble. Then his eyes moved again—slow and calculating, scanning the crowd. Someone was missing. His jaw tightened slightly. “Where is Vivian?” he asked. The lobby went still, footsteps echoed faintly from the front corridor—the path that led upstairs. George turned just as a woman stepped forward with composed grace. Diana.

“Good morning to the West family” she said politely, her tone professional and controlled. “Mr. George, you’re very welcome. How was your trip, sir?” George didn’t return the greeting. “Where the hell is Vivian?” he repeated. Diana didn’t flinch, but maintained that composed smirk she'd practiced for years. “Madame Vivian will be with you shortly. She’s taking care of a few things in her office.”

George’s expression darkened as irritation slowly took over. This was not the plan at all. “What?” His voice sharpened. “I asked everyone to meet me in the lobby. Or is she not aware of that instruction?”

“She’s aware, Sir” Diana replied carefully. “But Madame Vivian's...” Gloria scoffed, cutting her off. “There is only one Madame here...” she said sharply, her eyes narrowing at Diana. “And that is me. Do you understand?”

The lobby felt heavier. Diana’s fingers curled at her sides. She hated Gloria's stupid ass openly. Whether it was loyalty to Vivian or Gloria’s venomous tone, it didn’t matter. The dislike was mutual and unhidden.

Before Diana could respond... “Gloria.” The voice came from behind them. Smooth. Calm and Controlled. immediately, every head turned. Vivian stood at the entrance to the hallway upstairs, posture straight, her expression unreadable. She walked forward slowly, heels clicking against the marble floor with deliberate precision. She wasn’t rushing. She had planned to make them wait.

George watched her approach, his lips pressing into a thin line. He knew this game. He’d been playing it with her for years. Vivian stopped a few feet away.

“Papa...” she said lightly. “Long time no see.” Her gaze swept over him, lingering just long enough to sting. “You look older than before” she added. “I see age is finally catching up with you.” A few staff members shifted uncomfortably. “You need my help?” she asked sweetly.

George’s eyes hardened—but he didn’t respond. He knew better than to challenge her outright. This wasn’t his battlefield. Gloria stepped forward instead. “So this is how you welcome family these days?” she snapped. “Late. Disrespectful. Keeping everyone waiting. You can't even greet your mother?”

Vivian smiled venomously, Gloria is falling right into her trap and she intends to swallow her alive. Her smile reminded soft, polite and dangerously sweet. “Step. Mother" she corrected gently, brushing a finger against the tip of her nose.

"And for the record... I didn’t keep anyone waiting” she replied calmly. “I arrived exactly when I intended to, As your boss, and CEO of the company..” Gloria bristled. “Hmm, Boss huh? Your own father, Mr. George West instructed you to be here...”

“And I am...” Vivian cut in smoothly. “Standing right in front of you.” George exhaled slowly, already regretting the setup. This had been Gloria’s idea. And now she was paying for it.

“You think you’re clever?” Gloria said, her voice rising. “Playing games in front of staff... that's not a good impression for a C. E. O” she mocked Vivian, imitating the same voice and tone she had used earlier.

Vivian tilted her head. “Games?” she echoed gently. “Oh no, Gloria. Games require equals.” Murmur rippled through the room as staff members glanced at each other. "You can't compete where you don't compare." Gloria’s face burned with anger—she’d walked straight into her own trap. “Watch your mouth, bitch.” she cursed.

“Uh… language. You’re in public” Vivian mocked, lifting a finger as if ordering Gloria to silence. Vivian’s smile widened just a fraction, evidence that she's loving this and could do it all day if she had to.

“What exactly are you doing here, Gloria?” she asked calmly. “You’re not a board member. You’re not staff.” She paused, tilting her head, as if genuinely confused. “So what the fuck...” she stopped herself, inhaled, then smiled again, sharper this time. “Who the f**k allowed this intruder into my company?” A ripple of murmurs swept through the lobby. The staff were enjoying this far more than they should have. Vivian turned slowly, her gaze sweeping the entrance where security usually stood. “Who allowed this mad woman into the building?” she demanded. “Security!”

“Vivian, that's enough!” George finally spoke, his voice firm and solid. “Don’t speak to your mother like that.”

“She’s not my mother” Vivian replied coldly. Every word she delivered sounded polite. Almost respectful. And yet, each one cut deeper than an insult ever could. Like silk-wrapped blades.

“You’ve always done this...” Gloria snapped, her composure cracking. “Act superior. Like you own this place.” Vivian glanced around the lobby—the marble floors, the towering glass, the empire built on her name, then looked back at Gloria. “But I do...” Silence fell instantly. The kind that presses against the ears. The staff members who despised Gloria's guts savored the moment, watching her stand there powerless gave them life.

Kelvin shifted, not paying a dime of attention, all this was his mother's idea anyway. Gloria’s mouth opened, then closed. Every comeback she reached for slipped away, swallowed by Vivian’s sharp response and composure.

George stepped in, his tone firm. "Gloria is now a board member in this company.” The news struck everyone like glass, but Vivian is not surprised, I mean it's her father.

"Since when?..." she asked. "Since today." George replied, as Gloria raised her shoulders in pride.

“Mr. West, I believe this is something best discussed in the boardroom” Mr. Howard said carefully. Mr. Howard is one of the company’s oldest shareholders—and among its wealthiest. To the public, he was a seasoned businessman with decades of influence. To Vivian, he was something else entirely, apparently—he's one of her s*x toys. Still young and vibrant in his mid forties, he carried himself with the confidence of a man who knew exactly how much power he held, both in the company and far beyond the boardroom.

“You asked for everyone to meet you. I came. You wanted an audience right?.” Vivian's eyes flicked briefly to the staff. “Well, here we are.”

George stared at her, realizing too late that she had flipped the humiliation back onto him. He’d wanted to assert authority. She’d reminded him where it truly lived. Gloria clenched her jaw, seething. Vivian stepped past them calmly, already disengaging. “If there’s nothing else...” she said coolly, “I have a company to run.” She turned slightly, pausing just long enough to glance back.

“Welcome home.” And with that, she walked away—head high, unbothered and leaving tension, resentment, and unfinished battles hanging thick in the air.