CEO's Contract Obsession-Chapter 311: Serve Me In Bed

"Are you insane?" Vanessa said she was completely stunned by Francis’ proposition. She doesn’t know if he is just testing her or if it was Dimitri who ordered him to test her or if it is true. But whether it’s true or not, she will not fall into his trap.

As Vanessa tried to stand up, Francis quickly caught hold of her wrist and forcefully pulled her back into her seat. "Where do you think you’re going, Mom? I’m not finished with my pitch yet. Sit down!" he exclaimed, his tone harsh and demanding.

Despite feeling intimidated, Vanessa managed to conceal her fear from Francis and put on a show of confidence and bravery. "Just say what you have to say, so we can get it over with," she asserted, determined not to reveal her fear.

Francis laughed at her, "Don’t tell me you’re busy... busy doing nothing haha! Ahh... Right, so silly of me, you must be eager for my Dad’s arrival so you can spread your legs again and get fucked, am I right?" Francis mocked, utterly annoying Vanessa.

Vanessa responded by rolling her eyes, choosing to remain silent. She believed it would be best to avoid prolonging her agony any further by engaging in an argument.

However, Francis seemed to realize he couldn’t provoke Vanessa any further, so he changed his approach. "I’m just kidding, alright? Let’s be friends, you and me. We can watch each other’s back," he suggested, attempting to regain her trust and manipulate the situation.

Then, he revealed his sinister plan. "You won’t have to stain your hands with his blood. Just put the substance I’ll give you into his food or drink. How you make him consume it is up to you," Francis explained coldly, showing his willingness to go to extreme lengths to achieve his goals.

"You want me to poison him?" Vanessa asked with a scrunched face. Her emotions conflicted as she grappled with this dark proposition. She cannot believe that he wanted to kill his own father, his flesh and blood. She is also angry with her father but, she would never want him dead by her own hands.

Francis continued, driven by greed and vengeance. "Yes, something like that. When he’s gone, you’ll be free. In return, I want his money. You can have just enough to revive your company, as that’s your goal in marrying him. The rest will be mine. So... is it a deal?" he proposed with a sly, deceitful smile.

Vanessa stared at him, her mind racing with thoughts and emotions, but she knew she could never trust him. The weight of the decision hung heavy in the air as she deliberated in silence.

However, Francis lacked the patience to wait around all day for her decision. "Just tell me what you want, and I’ll get it for you. You don’t have to think too hard about it... Let me help you say it. If you want Henry Welsh, then your wish is my command. I’ll hand him to you on a gold platter," he stated impatiently.

Curiosity got the better of Vanessa as she questioned his motive. "Why me? Why don’t you ask someone else, or have the chef or the maids do it for you?" she inquired. She couldn’t understand why Francis would choose her to carry out such a serious task if he truly wanted to kill his father. The whole situation just didn’t add up.

"Simple... I want him to suffer, just like my mom did. I want him to feel the same pain of losing someone important. You are special to him, you know. He likes you very much, or maybe even loves you," Francis explained, causing Vanessa to frown in disbelief.

However, she couldn’t accept his statement about Dimitri’s feelings for her. "Don’t be ridiculous. We both know he’s only after my body and nothing else," Vanessa retorted, convinced that Dimitri’s affection was merely driven by desire and not genuine love. She recalled how he worshipped her body every night, making it clear that his motives were far from sincere.

"Are you sure about that? My father had many women before and everyone stayed here. But he did not marry a single one... only you. He didn’t care for them like he is doing to you know. They are all in his life to satisfy his carnal desire. And you, look at all these people watching over you. That’s a first. He never restricts their move or freedom. Even if I fuck them he wouldn’t care as long as I will return them when he needs them to spread their legs for him," Francis stated.

Vanessa found herself both taken aback and repulsed by the revelations, though deep down, she knew she couldn’t feign innocence. Reflecting on her own past actions, she had engaged in immoral behavior driven by her love for Henry.

She had been willing to share him in bed to keep him close, a decision that ultimately led to a painful outcome. Now, faced with the reality that he was married and no longer showed any interest in her, she grappled with how to win him back.

"How do you intend to help me get Henry back?" Vanessa finally inquired, prompting a smile from Francis.

"It’s simple. We’ll get rid of his true love, leaving him vulnerable, and then you can work your charm, or do whatever you want, tie him up to your room, whatever—I don’t care. All I need is my father dead and my mother’s money reclaimed," Francis explained.

Summoning her courage, Vanessa asked the daring question, "And if I refuse your proposition?"

"Then be ready to spend your whole day in my bed and in father’s bed at night. He might like you but I am still his only son. The person that he would never get rid of and treasure the most. He is even ready to risk everything including his life just to protect me but that would be too boring is it? So don’t you dare say no, or be prepared to serve me in bed.

My father would never say no to me if I asked him for your pussy whenever he is not around. I’ll give you time though. Who knows? Perhaps you would choose me over Henry. I can fuck you better than him, I am sure of that," Francis said before leaving Vanessa alone.

As Vanessa sighed, she couldn’t help but bow her head, her tears flowing uncontrollably. She couldn’t believe she found herself in such a difficult situation. Despite researching Dimitri, there was no evidence of him having a son. It was baffling how powerful he must be to erase any trace of his own son from public records. Doubts crept into her mind, making her unsure if Francis was even telling the truth.

The thought of being on Francis’ bad side terrified her. If his claims were true, she feared being reduced to nothing more than a sex slave in that imposing mansion. She knew she was worth more than that; she had dreams and goals, and she was determined not to give up on getting Henry back.

"Madam," Vanessa heard the old head housekeeper call her.

Vanessa wiped her tears and compose herself when the old housekeeper handed her a box of tissue paper.

"Thank you. Do you need anything?" Vanessa said.

"I just want to ask if there’s anything that you need. I saw you were speaking with Master Francis, I just got worried. The Boss told us to take care of you," the housekeeper said.

Vanessa couldn’t help and sobbed in front of the housekeeper, "I fucking hate this house, I hate my life, I hate myself."

The housekeep handed her more tissue paper and patted her back, "Everything will get better soon."

"How could you all work for a person as that? He is more evil than the devil itself," Vanessa exclaimed in between her sobs.

"The two masters are good to us, they never did anything bad to their workers ever. I would like to ask for an apology on behalf of Master Francis. He was a very sad and troubled child. After his mother died, we never saw him happy again. He would always bully the boss’ women and would have a tantrum whenever he will find out that his father is planning to marry someone.

So we were glad when he agreed with the Boss to marry you. We thought that finally, he would let his father be happy with the woman that he loves since he is old now," the housekeep said.

Vanessa got interested in the story of this old housekeeper and stopped crying, "Oh, believe me, what h is doing to me is far from just bullying. That person is crazy... You said his mother died... What happened to her," Vanessa said while wiping her face.

"Ah, the former Mrs. Turner. She died after complications from her last miscarriage."

Vanessa squinted her eyes and asked, "Last miscarriage? What do you mean?" Vanessa then gestured for the housekeeper to take a sit.

"Master Francis was a miracle baby. The couple tried many times to have not just one child but many. That’s what the boss wanted and madam wanted to make her husband happy. Even after many miscarriages, the couple still tried hard until the last one. The madam’s health deteriorated and never recovered until she passed away which traumatized the young Master Francis back then."

Vanessa pretended to feel sympathy and that she understand where Francis is coming from just to show the housekeeper that she is on their side, but of course she is aware of the kinds of Francis. She knows that his threats were not empty.

She will do her best to survive in that place until the right time comes for her to accomplish all her plans.