Page 171 of One Nightstand With My Ex's Uncle

JOHN’S POV.

I took out Emily’s wavy and silky strands, and the maids gasped when they saw it. For some reason, holding it, touching it, brought back memories of when we were younger.

Her hair had not been as long as she wanted it, so she had treated it fiercely, applying all kinds of creams, lotions, and hair fertilizers just to have it up to her waist. How would she feel when the hair was suddenly gone?

The hair had her scent on it, and it drove me crazy. Emily was in the hands of such a ruthless man.

I dropped the hair, and dragged Kaye who got startled. Before she could say a word, I landed her a slap across her face. She screamed, but I continued hitting her.

I didn’t care whether or not she uploaded my drunk video to the internet. I needed something to vent out the miserable anger within me. She fell to the floor, crying and I kicked her as hard as I could. Hitting her stomach and hearing her give out wretched screams.

Blood poured out from her might, as her face turned a deep shade of red.

“Mr. Granger!” Rebal pulled me from her, and I fought wildly to free myself from him, but Landon joined, and together, they pulled me away from the maids.

“Leave me!” I shouted when we got to the living room, wringing them off me.

Walking away fiercely, I suddenly turned back to them.

“The damn sucker cut Emily’s hair! And quite a good amount at that!

Why would he touch her? Does he know how much Emily went through to grow her hair?

What am I even saying? Damn!” I began to kick the sofa in rage, feeling uncontrollable.

It was only after about thirty minutes that the men managed to calm me down. “Search Kaye’s room. There’s definitely going to be a camera somewhere there. The evil device she uses to make videos.”

“Yes sir!” About five of them chorused, and ran back to the maid quarters.

“Give me an estimation of our finances. I need to gather our money, and pay that insane man. Before he does something to her. Worse! Before he finds a way to drop her on my roof, and ruin my life!”

“Alpha John. Gathering two hundred and fifty million dollars from your accounts is a risky move. It’s almost the month end, and we’ll need to start giving out employees’ pay checks.” Landon said, worriedly. “Why don’t we just…?”

“Damn you! Do as I say.”

“Alpha John, oh my God. Alpha John.” Rebal said, irritating my ears with his voice.

He gave me his phone, and I sat up immediately.

It was the video of me hitting Kaye ruthlessly. The video of what had happened thirty minutes ago.

“This was uploaded about twenty minutes ago, and it has gotten over a thousand shares, and is still counting.” He reported.

“Damn them!” I spat, getting to my feet, storming towards the maids’ quarters, but the men stopped me again. “What’s your problem. Leave me alone!”

“If you go in there, you’ll kill someone! Whoever is recording this has definitely placed the camera everywhere in the house, recording your every move, and every action.” Landon said, firmly.

“Landon is right. Already this video is enough to put you in trouble. If you do more, and more is recorded and uploaded, it won’t be just you, but your family too.

They might try to take away your father’s title as Ultimate Alpha.

” Rebal said, and I turned around, pushing a flower vase to the ground hard, and hearing the satisfying smash.

“Call me Kaye.” I said, reading the comments.

I dropped the phone as Kaye approached me.

She was seated across me, with her face battered, and completely discolored. She could barely open her eyes.

“You’re not going to press charges. When this case is taken up, you’ll tell them you’re fine, and will not press charges. I’m sure you know what happens if you do, right?” I asked, and a tear ran down her face. She nodded slowly. “Now get your disgusting sight out of my face.”

It hadn’t been up to three minutes after Kaye went that Dad came storming in angrily.

“How could you…!?”

“Oh, please, don’t start! Find a maid to vent your anger on. I’ve got a lot I’m dealing with presently!” I shouted, getting to my feet.

“John! How did I raise you like this!? “

“Maybe if I had a mama on my side, always rooting for me, and speaking softly, maybe I’d have been half the son you wanted.” I spat, and he looked hurt.

“Where did it all go wrong? John? Where? How did you become this trash!? How could you hit someone like that!? A female! I tried to fix you! God knows I tried, John!”

“I’m a version of you! Old age has just stripped you of your viciousness!” I returned.

“What? You’re nothing like me. You weren’t satisfied with bashing Emily. You went on to an employee, and even want to kill a maid. Never! I’ve never for once laid my hands on a woman.”

“I guess I’m worse! I’m just worse.”

“That’s it. That’s the limit, John. That’s the damn limit.

We’ve tried to stop you. Everything burned to the ground, you broke all the bridges we tried to cross to get to you.

There’s no way you’re coming back to us because this is all going to end in regret!

Regret for you and me, but I’m going to leave it at that.

I might forgive you because of who you are, but I can’t dump it all, and forget you did all these horrible things.

From today onwards, you are no longer my son.

I’ll bring the papers tomorrow. I’m disowning you! ”

His words echoed, and I watched him stomp away, watched his footsteps echo away…

Watched him walk out of my life with stinging, and burning words.