My Brother in Law has Crush on Me

Meeting her in-laws

As they finished eating, Lord Arthur led Hillary to her room. "little girl," he said, "this is your room. It's next to Zion's, so if you need anything, just ask him. Tell Grandpa if that jerk doesn't do as you say." He winked. The implication was clear: she had his tacit permission to unleash her wrath.

A plan to use Zion as her personal servant was already forming in Hillary's mind. "Look at the turn of events," she mused, "I'll make you pay for what you did."

"Actually, Grandpa, no need," she said, feigning innocence. "Maybe I'm just bothering him."

Zion glared. "Of course, you're bothering me," he muttered, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Grandpa smacked him. "Oww! Grandpa! What was that for?" Zion whined.

"Don't treat your sister-in-law like that! All she does is be kind to you, but what did you do? You disrespect her. She's your elder, remember. Little girl, don't be afraid. Just ask him anything. Okay," Grandpa lectured.

"Yes, Grandpa," Hillary replied sweetly.

This day was already shaping up to be far more interesting than she'd anticipated. The jerk would pay.

After thanking Grandpa, she closed the door and unpacked, meticulously placing everything in the cabinet.

"There, everything's set," she declared to the empty room. She changed into her robe and prepared a luxurious bath, filling the tub with rose petals, candles, and champagne.

"Oh, this is refreshing after my long day," she sighed, sinking into the fragrant water. "It's already late afternoon. Tonight, probably everyone will be present in the house. Or not."

She closed her eyes, savoring the moment. Then, she opened them to see Zion leaning against the bathroom door. She threw the shampoo bottle at him.

"You pervert! What are you doing here?!" she shrieked.

He caught the shampoo bottle with ease. "You were sleeping, so I waited for you to wake up. You should call me a gentleman for that. Go down after changing; Grandpa's waiting for dinner," he said.

Ugh! She could kill him... if killing a jerk wasn't a crime. "You jerk, don't enter anyone's room again without knocking!"

He was clearly disrespecting her privacy. She dressed in her pink skirt, crop top, and blazer, locking her door behind her. The dining room was tense.

"Good evening," she greeted, smiling as she sat beside Zion. A middle-aged woman with blonde hair and brown eyes, smiled warmly.

"Are you my future niece-in-law? I'm your aunt-in-law. Just call me Auntie, okay," she said.

So, this was the second Madame of the Zenith family Madame Lauren Zenith. Hillary smiled. "Yes, Auntie. You're as beautiful as everyone said."

"Aww, thank you. Kids these days are genuine. But let me tell you, you're also very beautiful. You look like your mother when she was young," she complimented.

"Thank you, Auntie," Hillary replied. Then Zion spoke sarcastically. "She's just flattering you."

Hillary glared. "I'm simply stating facts," she retorted.

"You mean scripted facts," he countered.

Hillary resisted the urge to unleash her fury. Auntie intervened. "That's enough! You're disrespecting your sister-in-law!"

Zion, still eating, said coolly, "You mean 'sooner,' not 'yet.' Don't be too sure with your words."

The audacity! Hillary changed the subject. "So, by the way, where's my mother-in-law and fiancé?"

Auntie looked at Grandpa. "Marcus is abroad with his father, who's under treatment. Your mother-in-law is on important business. She'll be back tomorrow," Grandpa explained.

Mr. Zenith's hospitalization was clearly confidential. "Grandpa, I never heard this detail in the news," Hillary said.

Zion looked at her as if she were an i***t. "I think you must be very clueless, princess. But hasn't anyone told you... that in the business industry, a scandal will cause the stock price to go down?"

Hillary stayed calm. "I'm sorry. I forgot."

"Well, good thing I reminded you. I don't know what you'd do if I didn't. Probably lurking around telling everyone the chairman of the Zenith group is in a coma," he sneered.

Hillary forced a smile. Zion left. Grandpa looked at her. "Where are you going, all dressed up?"

"I'm meeting some old friends from high school. It's been a long time, so we planned to catch up," she replied.

"Well, that's a good thing, dear. You better enjoy your return," Auntie said.

"I will, Auntie," Hillary responded. Grandpa gave her a credit card.

"Take it and have some fun. Okay," he said.

"But... I can't accept it. I already have money, Grandpa," she protested.

Auntie smiled. "Just accept it; you'll soon become our family, anyways."

"Okay. Thank you, Grandpa," Hillary said, already planning how she'd use the money.

Hillary returned to her room, and a text from Camila popped up: "Hey girl… Wear something sexy; we're hitting a nightclub!"

She opened her closet, slipped into a sexy white party dress, and added matching heels and jewelry. A chic bun completed the look—she was dazzling!

Stepping outside, she found no sign of Zion. "Great," she thought, "my night just got a whole lot less unlucky." Since she didn't own a car yet, she booked a cab. Hours later, she arrived at the club and spotted her friends.

"Hey girls… long time no see…" She hugged Camila and Jasmine.

Camila: "So, how was your day?"

"Don't even ask; it was the unluckiest day ever."

Jasmine: "Oh really? You know you're engaged to that mysterious young master from the Zenith family."

"Yeah… and his brother is my worst nightmare. He makes my life a living hell! He's a total jerk."

Camila: "Seriously? Well, I believe you can handle him. Just teach that jerk a lesson!"

"Oh, you have no idea what I'm planning…"

A group of young men entered, instantly capturing everyone's attention.

Jasmine: "Looks like the country's wealthiest circle is here."

"Who are they?"

Camila: "They're the wealthiest families in the country. Their leader, Zion Zenith, is a total bad boy—and a handsome one! He's your brother in law right? "

"That jerk is here again! This is getting ridiculous. Wherever I go, he's there. Is this still a coincidence?"

Jasmine: "Well, at least we have great seats from here. I'm truly grateful to be rich."

Camila: "Me too…"

"Who are those two with him?"

Jasmine: "Oh, those are Zion's friends. The one with blonde hair and green eyes is Xavier Lopezt, the only son of Lopezt Global Entertainment. His family is a business partner of the Zenith Group, and he and Zion are childhood friends. He's a playboy, though—a master at sweet-talking."

Camila: "And the guy with blueish hair and lavender eyes is Roy Smith, the youngest son of Smith Investment Company. Everyone says that despite being the youngest, he's the favorite son. You never want to offend him; you'd be persona non grata in this country."

"So, you're saying… it's like digging your own grave?"

Jasmine: "Exactly. The three of them grew up together."

"So they're a seriously powerful group. Well, at least I'm in their league. No need to be afraid; I can step on their toes if I want to."