Mine

Fred POV

I adjusted my designer suit jacket as I walked out of the elevator. The familiar feeling of home hits me—that I own the company.

This was supposed to be my kingdom. Mine.

Yet that bastard still had the nerve to breathe the same air as me. Walking down the lobby, I immediately spotted him.

Elias was standing near the glass wall of the conference room, reviewing some documents with that pathetic, look of professionalism. He had always wore it.

Like working hard would suddenly make our father see him as worthy. The sight of him made my blood boil — especially after knowing that Damien had something to do with him.

The thought of that monster fucking him raw still twisted something ugly in my stomach.

Why did that have to happen?

I smirked and walked straight toward him.

“Well, well,” I called out loudly, making sure a few employees nearby could hear. “If it isn’t the company’s favorite charity case.”

Elias looked up slowly. His face remained calm, but I caught the slight tightening of his jaw.

Good.

He was pretending to be unbothered again.

“Fred,” he said evenly, nodding once. “Good morning.”

I stopped right in front of him, close enough to invade his space. “Morning? Is that all you have to say, bastard? You’re still showing your face around here after everything?” I laughed mockingly. “I heard you’ve been limping around lately. Rough night? Did someone finally put you in your place?”

Elias’s grip on the folder tightened, but he didn’t reply. His silence only fueled my anger.

I stepped even closer, lowering my voice so only he could hear. “You think burying yourself in work will change anything? You’re nothing but Father’s dirty little secret—an illegitimate mistake. No matter how hardworking, no matter what businesses deal you bring, you’ll always be beneath me. Always.”

I snatched the folder from his hands and flipped through it carelessly, then tossed it onto a nearby table, scattering some papers.

“Oops,” I said with a fake smile. “Clumsy me. Pick it up.”

Elias stared hard at me; possibly, his patience was about to run out.

He bent down without a word and started gathering the papers. The sight of him on his knees because of me sent a rush of satisfaction through my chest.

“Look at you,” I sneered. “On your knees like the whore you are. I bet you’re used to that position now, aren’t you?”

His shoulders tensed visibly. For a second, I thought he might snap, but he stayed quiet, continuing to pick up the documents.

Pathetic. Always so fucking pathetic.

I crouched slightly, speaking directly above him. “Keep dreaming about inheriting anything here. As long as I’m alive, you’ll never get a single share. You should’ve stayed in whatever hole you crawled out of. Or better yet — maybe next time you’ll disappear for good. Accidents happen every day, you know.”

Elias stood up slowly, clutching the folder to his chest. His eyes were cold, but I could see the exhaustion behind them. Perfect.

Before I could push him further, quick footsteps approached.

“Mr. Fred,” Emily’s voice cut in, polite but firm. She stopped a respectful distance away, her expression carefully neutral.

“Your father asked to see the quarterly reports in his office. He mentioned he’s been waiting.”

She glanced briefly at Elias, then back at me with a small, professional smile. “I’m sure you wouldn’t want to keep him waiting, sir.”

I glared at her. This bitch was always hovering around Elias like a guard dog, but she was smart enough never to speak out of turn. Though one of the reasons was her huge ass, so perfect to be fucked.

I straightened up and adjusted my cufflinks. “Of course. Wouldn’t want to disappoint Daddy.” Turning back to Elias, I gave him one last cold smile. “We’ll continue this conversation later, brother. Try not to disappoint Father too much today.”

I walked away without waiting for a reply, my blood still simmering with irritation. As I headed toward my father’s office, I clenched my jaw. My thoughts spiral out, Emily has always been one to awaken a man demon.

Though she is Elias' lap dog, a treat is a treat.

Emily had interrupted at the perfect moment — too perfect. I should move my plan forward and eliminate Elias, then I will make Emily crawl under my legs. I will fuck her still she comes, her legs will be wobbly from the many adventures I will work on her.

Bending a woman to my rules as after being a great fascination. And Emily— will be my thirteenth target.

That rescue wouldn’t save Elias forever. Sooner or later, I’d make sure he was gone for good. I am going to make him beg by the time I start with him. He will cry an ocean of tears, and drop after drop of blood will be his trademark.

I'm hell-bent on sending him to his maker, let him leave my space. And I will accomplish that.....