His First Love.

Mr. Jones's expression transformed from surprise to concern as he felt the wetness of his daughter's tears on his shirt. He gently raised her head, and his eyes narrowed as he saw the tears streaming down her face. His anger flared up instantly. "Who bullied you? Is it that bastard?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.

Rachel quickly wiped away her tears and forced a smile on her face.

"No, Dad, I just missed you," she said, not wanting to discuss her problems in front of her father's visitors. Mr. Jones's eyes searched his daughter's face, and he knew she was lying. However, he chose not to press the issue, instead smiling warmly as he patted her shoulder reassuringly.

Harris, who had been forced to accompany his father to the Jones' residence, was bored out of his mind. He had been pressing his phone, trying to distract himself from the dull conversation.

But when he noticed the room had fallen silent, he looked up to see what was happening. That was when he saw her- Rachel.

Although he was indifferent to other ladies, he couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked, even with tears streaming down her face. But it was those tears that made him uncomfortable. He wanted to torture the one who made her cry.

This was the first time he was feeling this kind of emotion within him.

Suddenly, he felt a pang of frustration and wondered why he couldn't be the one she turned to in times of need. Why did she have to go to her father, instead of him? He knew it was a foolish thought, after all, she didn’t know who he was, but he knew her. Unfortunately, he had no right to feel this way. But he couldn't help the way he felt.

When he saw Rachel hugging her father tightly, he felt a pang of jealousy. "I should be the one there," he muttered under his breath, before quickly coming to his senses. "But she's married," he reminded himself, as the realization hit him hard.

He remembered his father told him that Mr Jones' daughter was a married woman.

He had been devastated when he heard the news of her marriage to some stranger. Despite his efforts to appear nonchalant, the news had cut him deep, but he hid it well.

He had thrown himself into his work, trying to distract himself from the pain in his heart.

But now, seeing Rachel again, made a certain desire in his heart to awaken.

And as he stared at her, he didn’t know that his wish was about to come through.

During this time, the atmosphere in the room was now awkward, with Mr. Davis and Harris staring at her.

Mr. Jones, sensing their mood , quickly lightens the atmosphere. "Rachel, darling, come meet our guests. This is Mr. Davis and his son Harris."

Rachel, who was still trying to compose herself, smiled sweetly and said, “welcome uncle Damian”.

She stared at Harris and smiled politely.

Mr. Davis and Harris smiled warmly as they welcomed her.

Five minutes into the conversation, Mr. Jones noticed that Rachel was struggling to talk, so he decided to intervene. "Princess, why don't you go upstairs and rest?" he suggested with a warm and gentle voice.

Rachel's eyes lit up as she smiled at her father. She pecked his cheek, and he smiled back at her, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

With a nod at Mr. Davis and Harris, Rachel turned and made her way up the stairs, leaving the three men behind.

He knew something was troubling her deeply, so he made a mental note to speak with her privately, to get to the bottom of what was bothering her.

Mr. Davis, who had been watching the exchange between Rachel and her father, couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. He looked over at his own son, Harris, and frowned in disgust.

Harris, sensing his father's gaze, turned to him and asked, "Should I kiss you?"

Mr. Davis's expression turned even more sour. "Ewwww, stay away from me, you brat," he said, shifting away from Harris in distaste. Mr. Jones, who had been watching the exchange, burst out laughing at their actions.

Rachel, who had not gone far, also heard it and couldn't help but laugh. Harris, who heard the sweet pearl of her laughter, turned to look at Rachel, who was climbing up the stairs. His eyes met hers, and for a moment, they just stared at each other.

As Harris's eyes locked onto Rachel's. He felt his heart skip as he stared at her beautiful eyes which were just pretty like hers.

Meanwhile, the two middle-aged men, Mr. Jones and Mr. Davis, exchanged a knowing glance. They smirked at each other, both of them aware of the lovesick look on Harris's face.

It was clearly written on Harris face that he was smitten with Rachel, so they couldn't help but find it amusing.

Mr. Jones, still chuckling, turned to Mr. Davis and said, "I think someone's got a crush." Mr. Davis raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "Oh, really? And who might that be?" he asked, with sarcasm laced in his voice.

Mr. Jones just smiled and nodded towards Harris, who was still staring up at the stairs, his eyes fixed on the spot where Rachel had disappeared.

Mr. Davis followed his gaze and burst out laughing. "Oh, dear Lord," he said, shaking his head. "My son is in love with a married woman.

Harris, who was lost in thoughts of Rachel and the way she had smiled at him, coughed hard when he heard his father's teasing words. "Dad," he said with a cold voice, but he was met with a pat on his shoulder from his father , who was grinning at him mischievously.

"Don't worry, boy, this is the 21st century," Mr. Jones said, winking at Harris. Although Harris’ eyes widened in surprise, he kept a poker face.

"Was I too obvious?" Harris asked himself, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. He couldn't believe that he had been seen through.

He had always prided himself on being able to keep his emotions in check, but it seemed that he had let his guard down around Rachel.

As he sat there, trying to process his emotions, Harris couldn't help but wonder what Mr. Jones had meant by his comment.

Was he saying that it was okay to have feelings for a married woman? Or was he just trying to make me feel better? Whatever the case, Harris knew that he had to be careful. He couldn't let his feelings for Rachel get the best of him.

Meanwhile, Rachel, who was supposed to be sad, was blushing hard.

This was the first time her heart was beating so loud. She cleared her throat and made her way to her room, trying to compose herself.

When she opened the door, she smiled and felt a wave of nostalgia wash over her. "It's just the same way I left it," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, as she touched her things.

She went to her closet and opened it, and was surprised to see the latest clothes that had recently been produced. She smiled, thinking of her father, who always made sure that she and her brother had the best things. Suddenly, she missed her mother.

She was only 12 and her brother was 16 when their mother passed away, and since then, her father had taken on the role of both mother and father, which she was grateful for.

Rachel quickly arranged her things and went to take a shower to clear her head. After that, she sat on her bed and opened her laptop. "Time for revenge," she said with a smirk on her face.

She took the proposal she had written for Matthew and sent it to her father's company as a gift. The proposal was meant for a worldwide company. She was supposed to hand it over to Matthew after he collaborated with her father's company, but there was no need.

After that, she took the phone on her bed and dialed her father's assistant number, which was answered in a ring.

“Good day, Miss”. He said as he picked up the call.

“Good day!” She replied back and continued, “Proceed with the collaboration and sign the deal tomorrow with the Smith Industry”.

“Ok Miss”. The assistant said calmly.

“I’m going to send you the proposal to bid for the worldwide project competition , I’m sure our company is going to stand a chance to win”. She said, as she stared at the proposal in her laptop.

Although surprised, the assistant responded and disconnected the call, after saying his goodbyes.

He was still in doubt when he received the proposal on his laptop. He was shocked after he read it, because he had been trying to write a good proposal for the worldwide company, but to no avail.

He had been trying to write a perfect proposal to bid on the project which countless people were going for, but it wasn't going well.

Meanwhile, this proposal that Miss Rachel had sent to him was well detailed, explanatory, and organized. He quickly sent a thank you message to Rachel before carrying on with the task.

….

When Rachel was done, she smirked and closed her laptop, feeling satisfied with herself. She had taken the first step in her plan, and she was confident that it would pay off. She aimed to fulfill Matthew's dream, and then crush him in the process.