Page 25 of You're To Blame 2

“Chelsea, it’s so good to see you.” I could hear the humor in his tone. He probably got a kick out of my situation.

“Welcome to my home,” Mr. Forrester grinned. His eyes poured over my body. Not like a grandfather, but like a dirty old man. My body pulsated and I felt my throat closing. I wanted to get away from him. But I couldn’t. I felt trapped in a tiny box.

He exchanged pleasantries with Megan and Matt.

“I need to borrow the happy couple.”

Mason intertwined our fingers, and we followed Mr. Forrester down a long hall into his office. Books filled every shelf on both walls. A large tan light fixture hung from the ceiling overhead. I felt like I was standing under an interrogation light. Mason closed the door and his grandfather leaned against his desk, crossing his legs at his ankles. He clapped his hands. “Tomorrow’s the big day. Aren’t you excited?”

“Yes, ecstatic.”

“Good. The moment you two tie the knot, Chelsea, you will sign the agreement made between your grandfather and I.”

My face twisted. “What agreement?” My fists clenched at my sides.

“Now, now. No need to get defensive. Your grandfather has offered shares of his oil company.”

“No, he wouldn’t do that.”

“He would if there is an heir involved. The second you two procreate, I’ll be richer than I already am. You are an heiress, darling. The moment you marry, you inherit billions of dollars. And the second you conceive a child the baby is instantly a billionaire. I struck a business deal with him. He will bail out my company the moment your child is born. In a one time deal. I must promise not toextort money from him ever again. He’s a tough old bastard.”

“It doesn’t make sense. Just because I’m having a child with a Forrester means nothing.”

He shook his finger in the air. “Oh, how you’re wrong. Your grandfather was caught with his pants down. I have the pictures to prove it.” His deep throaty laugh grated on my nerves.

“You are pure evil. I won’t let you get away with this. I will not bore a child with Mason.” I turned on my heels headed for the door.

“Not so fast, heiress. You will do exactly as I say. Or, Mason here will take Tate’s place permanently. I have no problem killing Tate. His fucking self-righteous ways.”

Seething I slowly turned, meeting his gaze.

“That ungrateful fucker told me he wouldn’t marry you for the money. He was too good all of a sudden. I didn’t make him privy to the black mail. I just needed to see was he willing to follow orders like Mason here is.” He patted Mason’s shoulder.

“See he is a grateful grandson.”

“You...are a monster,” I roared.

“You nursed him back to health only to use him. Probably made him feel guilty that if he didn’t do thingsyour way, you’d remind him how he almost died and you saved him.” I inched closer. “You are pond scum.”

He wrapped his hands around my neck. He had a death grip on me. I clutched his hands trying to break free.

“You disrespectful swamp trash. Your parents moved you all down to that little hick town,” he snarled, with a country accent.

“They wanted to raise their kids to value the dollar. Your grandfather swears the sun rises and sets on your ass.”

I desperately tried to break free.

“That’s enough, grandfather.”

“He was willing to do anything for his little Chelsea. You thought you could return to Haven River and just like that you’d be one of the elites again. Nope. The one thing Tate did well was outcast your ass. You didn’t belong in the town I helped build,” he roared.

“Your grandfather feels differently. I don’t give a shit what he thinks though as long as he pays the money.”

Mason yanked his hands from around my neck. I fell to the floor clawing at my throat trying to catch my breath. I doubled over coughing.

“You’re getting what you want. Let it go. I will not stand here and allow you to abuse Chelsea.”

Mason placed a glass of water to my trembling lips. I choked it down.

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