My Harem Will Help Me Get My Revenge-Chapter 37: Cassey’s growing Lust for Lucius

Chapter - 37

Anjana led Iris and Lucius through a quiet hallway, their footsteps echoing softly against the marble floor. They reached a beautifully carved wooden door at the top floor of the palace.

She opened it gently.

Inside, sunlight streamed through the tall glass windows, lighting up the room with a warm golden glow. The long wooden table in the centre gleamed under the light. The room was quiet, peaceful—yet there was tension in the air.

They weren’t alone.

Marcus was already there, sitting comfortably in one of the chairs with his legs crossed. His expensive jacket was draped over the backrest, and he looked completely at ease, like he had been waiting for them.

He raised an eyebrow and gave a smug smile, "Well, well... looks like I have got some competition."

From the far end of the table, Mr. Pratap Singh looked up. Dressed in a clean white kurta and tailored sleeveless jacket, his posture was straight, and his expression calm but sharp.

"More surprise visitors," he said, glancing at Iris, "First Marcus shows up uninvited, and now Miss Levain as well. I wonder if this humble abode of mine is more famous than I thought."

"I apologize for showing up without notice, Mr. Singh," Iris said respectfully, "We just wanted a few minutes of your time. That’s all."

Mr. Singh looked at her for a moment, then gave a soft nod, "Very well."

Iris turned slightly and gestured to Lucius, "This is Lucius, my assistant."

Lucius gave a small smile, "Pleasure to meet you, your highness."

Before Mr. Singh could reply, Marcus leaned back with a chuckle, "Assistant? Or is he someone to keep you entertained at night?"

Iris narrowed her eyes, but before she could speak, Lucius responded coolly.

"Well you have a good eye Mr Dorne. But I am sorry, I am already taken. But if you want, I can send someone to your room tonight." Lucius spoke with a smile and then leaned in to whisper, "And I will ask him to be gentle."

Marcus’s smirk faded. He opened his mouth, clearly ready to argue—

But Mr. Singh raised a hand calmly, "Enough. If you want this meeting to continue, then keep it civil."

He then looked at Iris and Lucius, and gestured, "Please, have a seat."

They both sat down. Mr. Singh rang a small silver bell, and a servant entered quietly.

"Tea for everyone, please," he said.

Within minutes, hot tea was served in fine china cups. The aroma filled the room as everyone took a sip.

Mr. Singh set down his cup gently and leaned back in his chair. His voice was soft, but there was strength in it.

"Let me be clear," he said, "I am just being polite here. But I have no intention of giving this place to anyone. This palace is more than just a property to me. It holds memories... Something those on the outside won’t really understand."

He glanced toward the window, where the lake shimmered outside.

"You can’t put a price on that."

Marcus leaned forward, confident as always, "And that’s why someone like me should handle it. I can modernize the place, turn it into something even bigger and better."

Mr. Singh turned back to him, expression still calm, "What you call improvement, is destruction in my eyes."

His tone was polite, but final.

Marcus leaned back with a smug smile, "Believe me, Mr. Singh, I will transform this place so well, even you won’t recognize it."

Mr. Singh gently set his teacup down on the table... Not abruptly, but with quiet finality, "Is this what you got so far?"

Marcus’s expression darkened as he sensed the sarcasm in Mr Singh’s voice.

"You are already in your sixties, Mr. Singh. And you have no family to carry on your name. Yet here you are, holding onto this place like it’s your legacy. Time isn’t on your side... So be smart. Hand it over willingly—or I will have to take it one way or another."

Iris slammed her palm on the table, "That’s enough. Show some respect!"

Marcus didn’t flinch, "I am just being honest. Either way, this place will be mine."

Lucius leaned back slightly, a faint smile on his lips, "You are just making a lot of noise right now. Maybe keep your threats for your mirror. You are only impressing yourself."

Mr. Singh, on the other hand, stayed composed. He looked directly at Marcus, "Mr. Marcus, my time on this earth is none of your concern. And for now, I am not giving this place to anyone. Please respect that, and take your leave while I am asking nicely."

Marcus straightened in his chair and said confidently, "Fine. I will give you 50 million euros for the resort. What do you say now? Still want me to leave?"

Iris didn’t wait for Mr Singh to respond, "I will offer 70 million euros," she said clearly, "And I promise to keep this place exactly as you want it. The heritage will be safe with me."

Marcus smirked, "I will go even higher. 90 million euros. Just hand me the deal, and I will make this the finest luxury hotel in the country."

Mr. Singh finally stood up, not angrily, but with quiet dignity, "Enough," he said calmly, but his voice carried weight.

"You really believe everything in this world has a price? Is that all your world has taught you? Numbers? No emotion, no care, just profit?"

The room went completely silent.

"I guess I thought too highly of you guys," He looked at both the parties and turned with his back towards them, "That will be all. I’m not selling this place. Kindly take your leave."

Iris looked at him for a couple of seconds before she stood up and gave a polite nod, "I understand. I am sorry for the disturbance, sir."

Lucius followed, giving a small bow with a smile, "Sorry, sir. And for what it’s worth—I respect your choice. Class never goes out of style."

Mr. Singh gave a slight nod, showing no anger, only grace.

As Iris and Lucius exited the room and walked down the corridor, Marcus hurried after them. He caught up just outside the palace lobby and stepped in their path with that same cold smirk.

"So," he said with a mocking tone, "Your grandmother never taught you how to win a deal, huh?"

Iris stopped, her expression tense.

Marcus leaned in just slightly, "Did she ever warn you not to mess with me? Years ago, I beat Levain Industries in a major deal. This is just a measly hotel. history will repeat itself."

His voice dropped lower, "By hook or by crook—I always get what I want."

Lucius stepped beside Iris, expression calm but his eyes sharp, "Careful, Marcus. History also teaches that pride comes before a fall. We will see who ends up learning the hard way."

"Not all deals are about money. Some need feelings," Iris snapped, her voice sharp as she stared Marcus down.

"And for your information... My grandmother, she is a kind and wise woman. She might have let you win once out of pity, Marcus, but don’t forget... I am not my grandmother," she added firmly.

Marcus’s face twisted in frustration, "Little punk," he muttered, then turned and walked away down the corridor, his footsteps heavy with anger.

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Outside, Iris and Lucius reached their car. They both got in and closed the doors with a quiet thud.

"He is not going to agree to any deal. It seems impossible," Iris said, leaning her head back against the seat and staring at the ceiling of the car.

Lucius looked over at her, "Don’t stress. We will figure something out."

Iris sighed, "We have to. I can’t lose to that guy."

Just then, Iris’s phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen.

"Grandma?" she murmured and answered the call without a second’s delay.

"Hello!"

"Iris, how did it go?" her grandmother asked, her tone direct.

Iris hesitated, then answered truthfully, "Mr. Singh refused all offers. He is not willing to sell."

"I don’t want to hear excuses," her grandmother replied sharply, "I need that palace. No matter what it takes. Money or anything else."

Her voice softened slightly, but only just, "And what about that boy... Lucius? I hope he’s doing more than just following you around."

"Don’t let him wander around."

And the line went dead.

Iris stared at her phone for a second, then put it down slowly. Her shoulders felt heavier now.

Lucius noticed the change in her expression, "What happened? You look... tense."

"Nothing," Iris replied, but her thoughts were spinning, ’Why does Grandma look interested in him."

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When they returned to the hotel, Iris pushed open the door of their room and walked in with a frown. She kicked off her heels near the door, tossed her handbag onto the table, and flopped onto the sofa with a heavy sigh.

"Ugh... my head," she muttered, rubbing her temple with her fingers, "He didn’t even listen properly... just so stubborn."

Lucius entered behind her, took off his jacket, and undid the top buttons of his shirt to relax, "Rough day, huh? Would you want me to relax your muscles, young miss?"

But Iris didn’t answer.

He walked over and leaned slightly closer with a teasing smile, "You know, you look kind of cute when you are this mad."

Iris opened one eye, clearly not amused, "Lucius. I am not in the mood."

"What if I am?" he said with a grin, nudging her gently.

She gave him a sharp look, "I swear, if you tease me right now, I might just throw my heel at your face."

Lucius raised both hands in surrender, chuckling, "Alright, alright. Peace."

He sat on the armrest of the sofa and looked at her seriously, "But did you notice how attached Mr. Singh was to the palace? It wasn’t just business to him... it was something personal. Like it held a piece of his life."

Iris nodded slowly, "Yeah... it’s not just bricks and cement for him. It’s a home. With memories."

She leaned back, her anger slowly giving way to thoughtfulness.

Lucius glanced at her, "Maybe we have been approaching this the wrong way."

"Yeah, I think so too," Iris agreed with him.

"We should look into his life, his family, people around him..." Lucius added, "Maybe there is something important we can use."

"I was thinking the same," Iris said, pulling out her phone.

As soon as the call connected, she spoke firmly, "I need full background information on Mr. Singh in an hour." Then she ended the call without waiting for a response.

Lucius stretched his arms above his head, "I am exhausted. Want to join me in the shower?"

Without hesitation, he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it over the chair. His bare chest—lean and toned—was now visible.

Iris gave him a sideways glance and raised a brow, "Wow... this is the first time I am seeing you without any fresh injuries."

Lucius smirked, "Want to take a closer look?"

He walked toward her slowly, a playful look in his eyes.

"Don’t start again," Iris said casually, not even flinching as she leaned back on the sofa.

But Lucius didn’t stop. He leaned in closer, hovering just inches away from her. Their faces were close—too close. She could feel the warmth of his skin, the faint scent of his cologne.

"You sure you don’t want to kick me now?" he whispered, clearly enjoying himself.

"I will if you don’t step back," Iris said, trying not to smile.

Lucius grinned, "You know something?" he said, his gaze dropping to her lips, "You look kinda hot when you are annoyed."

Iris rolled her eyes, "Seriously—"

Before she could finish, he pulled away, smirking like a mischievous child.

"Caught you," he teased, "You didn’t hate that."

Iris grabbed a glass ball from the table and threw it at him, "Get lost, you idiot."

Lucius laughed and headed to the bathroom, still shirtless, "Cold bath it is," he called behind him.

As soon as he disappeared inside, Iris fanned herself with her hands, "That lunatic," she mumbled, "He really knows how to get on my nerves."

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Elsewhere, in a dimly lit room, a screen showed Iris and Lucius together. Cassey sat in front of it, eyes wide, lips tight.

She had been watching them the whole time through a hidden camera.

"That witch," she whispered, her voice trembling with rage. She slammed her hand down on the desk, "Who does she think she is? How dare she get close to him like that?"

Her eyes stayed locked on Iris’s image on the screen.

"Just give me one chance," she murmured, "One moment alone with him... and I will make sure he forgets her forever."

She leaned back on the couch, her expression blank—until she suddenly started laughing. A cold, eerie laugh.

Then silence.

She wiped away a tear that had rolled down her cheek. Her voice cracked as she whispered, "Every time I see her smile... it burns."

Her gaze sharpened like a knife, "I want to see you broken. Crying. Trembling. Left with nothing."

Her fingers dug into the armrest of the chair, her smile twitching into something wicked.

Then her gaze moved towards Lucius as she looked at his frozen image on the screen.

Something in her softened as her lips parted and her thighs pressed together.

She reached up slowly, fingers moving along his nape down to her breast, cupping it gently over her thin white shirt.

Her other hand slipped under her shorts and a low gasp escaped her lips.

"Lucius..." she whispered, voice shaky, breathless, "You belong to me. You just don’t know it yet."

Her fingers moved slowly, as if she were touching him, not herself. Her back arched just slightly, her knees drawing up.

"I will make you forget her. I will make you beg for me."

Her head fell back against the couch, eyes half-lidded, lips trembling with a wicked smile.

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