One Night With A Mysterious Billionaire (The Heiress's Revenge)-Chapter 66: I kept the tape for assurance.

In the Black’s mansion, Raymond’s grandfather’s eyes lit up as his assistant showed him the news circulating online.

"So it appears she is not just an ordinary person. No wonder she had the guts to barge into our dinner like that," Mr. Black Senior said. "Interesting," he added thoughtfully.

"Sir, are you still going to try and break them?" his assistant asked carefully.

Grandpa Black chuckled, a low, amused sound.

"No, I won’t do anything anymore. I want to see how far my grandson would go with his plan. I don’t really care who he marries, if he gives me what I need," he said calculatively, his sharp eyes gleaming with interest. His assistant-cum-butler nodded in understanding, already aware that once the old man made up his mind, nothing could easily sway him.

Mr. Gerald Black, Raymond’s father, however, was not taking it well. His years of careful planning were about to go down the drain because of one wrong move. He knew his father too well.

The old man was a superficial and pragmatic person, interested only in what someone had to offer. With the new information about Lena circulating online, it would not take long before his father completely lost interest in Cynthia, who had been his ultimate card all along.

Fury burned in his chest.

He immediately sent his assistant to call his son, Lucas, and Cynthia to his house. When Cynthia arrived together with his son, he could not hold back. The moment she stepped into the living room, he raised his hand and slapped her across the face.

The sound echoed sharply.

"Bitch! You couldn’t even do one thing right. How hard can it be to get Raymond to marry you? All our plans for years are going down the drain because of your incompetence!" Gerald blew hot, his face red with anger.

"Dad, don’t take it out on Cynthia. She is really doing her best," Lucas said quickly as he moved to hold Cynthia, pulling her slightly behind him.

"Mr. Black, how dare you hit me? Even my father, who is the head of the Moore family, has never dared to hit me," Cynthia said, her hand pressed to her burning cheek, humiliation and shock mixing in her eyes.

Gerald stood up slowly and walked toward where Cynthia was standing. His presence alone was intimidating.

"Do you want me to hit you more? I’m not afraid of what your family will do. Even if I hit you to death here, they won’t say or do anything because of what I have on you. I have you wrapped around my pretty little finger," he said as he grabbed her chin menacingly, forcing her to look up at him.

Cynthia shuddered at the intrusion, her body trembling slightly.

"Don’t let me tell the whole world what a pretty little slut you are, sleeping with one brother and trying to marry the next," Gerald sneered.

"You wouldn’t dare," Cynthia managed to say softly, her voice barely above a whisper, heavy with fear.

Gerald merely chuckled darkly. "Oh, I will. And I would enjoy putting your sex tape out for the whole world to see what a little slut you are. When I’m done with you, I will still continue with my plan without you. But tell me, little slut, will you ever recover from that? Your father’s company will be ruined too." Gerald saw the fear finally settle deep in her eyes, and he smiled in satisfaction. Exactly how he wanted her.

"Lucas, are you aware that your father has a sex tape of us?" Cynthia asked, still in shock from the revelation. When Lucas’ eyes did not meet hers, she already knew the answer. "But how and why would you do that?" she asked him, feeling utterly betrayed. "I thought we were in this together."

Lucas’ expression hardened as he dropped the invisible mask he always wore around her.

"Do you think I don’t know that you only started dating me when you thought the company would pass to me? I’m not a fool," he said coldly. "When Grandfather did not pass the company to Father and started hinting at giving the company to Raymond, your attitude toward me changed. Then Father came to me with this plan of you going back to Raymond and marrying him so we could take the company from him that way."

Cynthia’s lips trembled, but no words came out.

"I refused at first," Lucas continued, "but when I tested you by telling you the plan, what did you do? You jumped at it immediately. That was when I knew I needed assurance to keep you in line, in case you decided to fall in love or quit our plan." He chuckled lightly, as if he were discussing business rather than betrayal.

"I love you, Cynthia," Lucas said.

Cynthia looked at him in horror.

"And I plan to destroy you if you dare leave me. So if I were you, I would stick to the plan, and to me."

"You both are monsters," Cynthia said in disbelief, her voice shaking.

"We are both the same, Cynthia. We both use people to get what we want," Lucas replied calmly.

"The deal still stands. Half of Black’s company will be yours if you cooperate with us. And don’t forget the last part of the plan."

Cynthia quietly nodded her head. Fear gripped her heart tightly. She was terrified of what they might do to her if she continued to challenge them. In this room, she was completely outnumbered.

Lucas dismissed her with a wave of his hand and sat down to continue discussing matters with his father as if nothing significant had just happened.

Cynthia hurriedly opened the door and ran out of the mansion as fast as her legs could carry her. Her vision blurred slightly as tears threatened to fall, but she refused to let them. She fumbled with her keys before finally unlocking her car and slipping inside.

Once seated, she hit the steering wheel several times out of anger and frustration before forcing herself to calm down.

A chilling look slowly passed through her eyes.

"So that is how it is," she said to herself, her voice low but steady.

She wiped her tears away, her expression gradually turning cold and resolute. If they thought she would remain their puppet forever, then they clearly did not know her well enough.

Cynthia started her car and drove off into the night, new and dangerous plans already brewing in her head.

"You didn’t have to threaten her yet with the tape. That was supposed to be our trump card. How come you used it so soon?" Lucas asked his father irritably.

"I couldn’t hold back anymore while she destroys all our plans. I wanted her to know how dangerous it would get for her if she walked out of line," Gerald said coldly. "Don’t tell me you still love that slut?" he added, narrowing his eyes.

"And one more thing, Dad, stop calling her a slut. And yes, I still love her. But I also want her to follow instructions more," Lucas said firmly as he stood up.

He buttoned his suit and dusted off invisible specks before walking toward the door with controlled elegance. "And one more thing,

Dad, stop behaving like you call the shots."

With that, he slammed the door and left his father behind.

Gerald chuckled darkly, leaning back in his seat. He loved how twisted his son was. It reminded him so much of himself.

Lena was so tired after the pool rendezvous with Raymond that she fell asleep immediately her back touched the bed. The night had drained her completely, leaving her body sore but satisfied. In the morning, she woke up slowly, stretching lazily, only to realize that Raymond was not beside her.

She frowned slightly but decided not to think too much about it.

She got up and went to bathe before going downstairs. The warm water relaxed her muscles, easing the faint ache that lingered from the previous night.

As she stepped out of the bathroom and wrapped herself in a robe, she suddenly noticed that the maid had not come up to carry out her usual morning duties like she always did.

That was strange.

When she was done dressing, she went downstairs in search of food to quench her hunger, as she had woken up feeling extremely hungry.

Before she could reach the dining area, she heard Raymond’s cold voice echo through the living room.

"I have come to notice that you have been disrespectful to my woman."

"It’s a big lie and not true, sir. I have been nothing but respectful to her since she arrived," the maid replied quickly, her voice trembling thinking Lena had gone to report her insolent to Raymond

"I have caught you not once but on several occasions barging into my bedroom without knocking. The audacity," Raymond said sharply.

"Did you enjoy yourself last night?"

"What do you mean, sir?" the maid asked, feigning ignorance.

"Hope you enjoyed the scene from last night. Did we put up a good show?" He asked while smiling.