His Devious Rule



At Matthews Mansion,

After returning to the mansion, Casper just sat on the sofa and stared into the air, uttering no word. 

Why did it all go wrong?

He had seen siblings fight each other like cats and dogs for just a tiny piece of land. People bore the abuse and listened to every order of their parents for the inheritance. 

Compared to any of those families, the Matthews were huge. Yet his sons didn't give a damn, making him realize that he was overconfident all these years. 

Gianna brainstormed for years to kick Alvin out of the family. She ended up in prison, yet here he was, all alone, suppressed by his second son, the first son following the latte.

His mobile beeped but he didn't bother to take a look. Because if the team had got to know what Alvin was up to, they would have called him instead of dropping the message of their failure.

Alvin.

The unwanted, unplanned illegitimate son.

The son who was supposed to fear him and his own identity.

The one who seemed to be a talentless, rebellious teenager. 

The son who was expected to be partying all day and dependent on them.

Casper snickered mockingly, reminiscing how Alvin completely changed his view and opinion of him. 

Fear?

Casper had seen only two boys who dared to stare back right into his eyes without a hint of fear. Alvin and his son, Zane.

Talentless?

Gianna had freaked out the day she learned Alvin's startup wasn't a timepass but he designed hundreds of millions worth of software just in a few months. 

And Casper had lost his cool realizing his son would go out of his hand. Hence he began suppressing Alvin.

Dependent?

Casper truly wondered if Alvin was ever dependent on them. Because it was always he who forced Alvin to be with them. Now Alvin was a self-built multi-billionaire.

Unwanted?

Although Casper had been grooming Liam since he was young, he wished for Alvin to take over the Matthews company because of his exceptional leadership abilities.

Casper lamented his foolishness. Despite knowing everything, he brashly and foolishly tried to control Alvin who began playing him like a fiddle.

He couldn't possibly sit and watch his company land into outsiders' hands. He was growing restless each day. It wasn't appearing in his expression but his body was getting affected.

Deliberating half of the night, Casper came up with the idea to stop Alvin. 

In the morning, he dialed a string of numbers and gave instructions to the man on the other side.

After five minutes, the other end of the call asked, [Chairman Matthews, are you sure you want to do this?] There was bewilderment in the tone of the man.

Casper's lips arced slyly, "My failure will be his failure." He scoffed. For Alvin to succeed in the business game, he will have to push Casper toward victory.

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At Oasis Mansion,

Anya stretched her sore and exhausted body on the bed with a low growl of hum. Gradually the previous relaxing, lazy day turned into a mischievous, shameless night cleared in her mind curling her lips into a faint curve. 

She itched to tease her husband again but abscond for real this time. A small giggle slipped her lips. She was officially a brazen wife who had no shame in front of her husband.

Think of the devil, her lips threatened to arch higher when a hand moved towards her on the bed. She was anticipating the warm, sensuous touch on her bare skin but a thick fabric on her body resisted the warmth of the palm. 

Oh right, her husband had put on a night dress when she was nodding off.

The muscular arm snuck under her waist and rolled her into the warm embrace, burying her face against the chest. This husband of hers does make her angry sometimes but always makes her fall for him with his actions. 

However, Anya disliked the lack of silkiness of his winter nightwear and craved his warm skin caressing her, cradling her to sleep. A naughty idea crossed her mind.

"Alvin…" She immediately got into action.

Alvin sleepily opened his eyes hearing her whine in protest. He loosened his hold without understanding why she wanted to get away from him. It was still five, the coldest morning of the winter. 

Lowering his gaze, he saw her clumsily run her hands over his shirt. His brow crooked at her actions. What is she doing?

Before he could open his lips, she ripped a few top buttons off the shirt and snuggled her cold little face against his bare chest, and shamelessly hummed in satisfaction.

Alvin: "…"

He was truly at a loss for words due to her actions early in the morning. Before he could deduce anything or ask her, his back stiffened when her lips curled against his skin. Well, his wife was playing with him.

"Insatiable! Aren't you?" He teased in his husky voice tickling her ears. 

He was about to peel her off him, her teeth grazed his skin then her tongue replaced her teeth, unhurriedly licking and leaving a wet trail. The blood rushed down to his body, hardening his bulge in the night pants.

Does he hate this side of his wife? 

Damn no. It excites his every nerve to conquer that stupid little mouth of hers, hear her become a moaning mess, and watch her revel in pleasure. 

Anya squeaked as soon as his hands slid to her legs, pulling her on top of him. She caught his hand from sneaking inside her nightdress and screamed in a hurry to stop him, "Wait…"

Pecking on his lips to cool him down, she looked into his dark eyes filled with raw hunger. Little mischief was enough to get her into trouble, and she enjoys every bit of it. 

"Let's work out." Her voice came out like an adorable plea.

Seeing him narrowing his eyes, she tried to coax him, "My dear personal trainer, I have an assessment in a week." She said pitifully as her whole week of preparation had come to a halt. She didn't want to fail the tests.

Was he so obedient and gentlemanly to let her have her way when his member was dying for her attention after her mischief?

No.

They worked hard on the bed first, making her crave some rest but he dragged her to the gym.

…

Alvin pursed his lips, leaning against the glass wall when Zane stood watching his mother fail to do the leg press with her usual weight. "Momma, what is wrong?" 

He touched Anya's forehead to check her temperature and added, "Momma, you need more rest." He thought she was still weak.

Anya glared at the smug man who had put her in weird positions that her legs were still jelly. She can't afford to strain her muscles so she changed her schedule for the day. She will work out in the office gym.

Ignoring the devious man, "Baby, do you wanna come with me today or be with grandparents?" Anya asked Zane as they walked out of the gym.

Zane was glad she wasn't working out in weakness. He asked in confusion, "Krystie is planning for a barbecue in the evening to celebrate for you Momma. Are you busy?" He had thought Krystle had planned after speaking with Anya.

Anya has to visit her office. She wasn't sure how long she might take. She had checked missed calls and messages from Team Ace members. She should be glad Jason was still holding back from storming to the mansion.

She wanted to report to Jason but there was a reason for her delay. She didn't want to stand in front of Jason with any uncertainties or looking like a patient. 

Tousling the little man's hair, "Then help your God-Mommy, I will try to quickly complete my work and return." 

"Okay, Momma." Zane agreed and jogged away to inform Krystle. 

She was thinking of talking to Linus first, Alvin smoothly tugged her into his arms. 

Anya merely glanced at a hand that was caressing the curve of her waist under her jacket while his other hand was cupping her bottom cheeks. 

Wasn't this man tired yet?

She gave his words back looking at his eyes filled with nothing but her, "YOU! have the appetite of a devil." 

He shrugged. He could never be enough for his wife. Since she didn't work out, he threw her over his shoulder, "Let's check your core strength in the bathtub."

Anya: 😵

Aren't they behaving like lusty teenagers?

Or is this called the honeymoon period?