My Harem Will Help Me Get My Revenge-Chapter 50: [ - - 47.1] - Cassey and Marcus

Chapter - 47.1

"I can understand what Mr. Singh must be feeling," Iris murmured to herself, thinking about everything she had heard. She sat back in her chair, her fingers tapping lightly on the table.

Her eyes were serious, thoughtful.

"I have to find a way to connect with him emotionally," she thought carefully, "If I can show him that I respect his memories and values... Maybe he will trust me enough to sell that place to me."

"But emotions alone won’t make him sell. I need a plan that speaks to both his heart and his mind," She said, straightening up.

Slowly, she began writing a strategy.

"He doesn’t want money," she wrote, "If I can promise to protect his memories..."

Her idea was clear— to offer Mr. Singh a deal that would respect his memories, preserve the spirit of the place, and still allow her company to manage it profitably.

"It has to be a proposal he can’t refuse," she whispered, her mind sharp and focused, "I need this place. Grandmother won’t accept the rejection."

She had no idea why her Grandmother was after this place, but since she said she want it, she will have it.

And... Not force. Not pressure. Respect. That was the key.

"He doesn’t want money," she wrote, "He wants meaning. If I can promise to protect his memories... He might agree."

For the next few hours, Iris worked non-stop. The day passed in a blur of emails, phone calls, research, and typing. She drafted outlines, thought about presentations, even noted down possible charity projects she could link with the deal.

By evening, she was exhausted. Her body felt stiff, her mind tired. Her nerves were stretched thin.

And despite all her focus, her thoughts kept drifting back—

To last night.

To Lucius.

To her own foolish, embarrassing behaviour.

The memory made her cheeks burn in private shame.

"I need some fresh air," she muttered, rubbing her temples, "And a coffee. A strong one."

But stepping out meant risking bumping into Lucius.

She hesitated for a moment, then shook her head firmly.

"Get a grip, Iris," she told herself, "You are not a schoolgirl hiding from a crush. You are a businesswoman. Act like it."

"And I am sure He is probably busy somewhere chasing skirts."

So she grabbed her scarf, wrapped it neatly around her neck, and walked into the hallway, her steps calm and composed.

Her sharp eyes scanned the corridor quickly— not nervously, but carefully, as if simply taking note of her surroundings.

Her footsteps were quick but quiet as she made her way to the coffee bar. She kept her head down, alert, like she was sneaking through enemy territory.

The bar was a small, cozy place. Soft music played in the background, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. When she reached the counter, she ordered her coffee, glancing around nervously. Relief flooded her when she didn’t see him anywhere.

She ordered her coffee with a polite smile, pulled out her wallet to pay, and waited quietly, her mind already drifting back to work.

The warm cup was finally placed in her hand, ’See? Nothing to worry about,’ she thought.

But fate had other ideas.

As she turned around, ready to walk back, her eyes locked onto someone standing right in her path.

Lucius.

He was holding a coffee cup too, looking surprised to see her.

For a moment, time seemed to slow.

Iris’s heart jumped in her chest—but on the outside, she stayed calm.

She didn’t fumble.

She didn’t run.

Instead, she straightened her shoulders, gave a slight nod—nothing more—and turned smoothly to leave.

"Wait—" Lucius called out.

But she kept walking, her heels clicking firmly against the floor.

Behind her, she heard the counter girl call out, "Ma’am! You forgot the payment!"

Iris cursed under her breath. She paused, turned back briskly, placed the money on the counter without meeting anyone’s eyes, and then strode toward the elevators with quiet dignity.

Inside the elevator, she leaned against the cool wall, letting out a long breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

When she reached her room, she entered quickly, locked the door behind her, and finally let her guard down.

She slid down against the door, the coffee cup trembling slightly in her hand.

"Perfect," she muttered dryly, closing her eyes for a second, "Just my kind of luck."

She slid down a little against the door, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and frustration. But after a few moments, she stood up, shook her head, and brushed off her feelings.

"This is not who I am. There’s no time for this," she reminded herself, "Focus. Finish the plan. Handle everything professionally."

With that thought, Iris sat back at her desk, her mind clearing again, ready to finish what she had started.

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For the next two days, Iris lived like a ghost.

She only came out of her room when absolutely necessary. Even then, she was extra careful, always checking the hallway first, making sure Lucius wasn’t anywhere nearby.

She timed her elevator trips perfectly, avoided the lobby during busy hours, and even skipped meals when needed, just to avoid bumping into him.

It was exhausting. But Iris thought it was better than facing another embarrassing situation.

Just when she thought she could breathe easy, a new problem arrived. There was a knock on her door. When she opened it, a smiling hotel staff member handed her a beautiful golden envelope.

"You are invited to the wedding party tomorrow, ma’am," he said warmly before leaving.

Iris closed the door and stared at the invitation.

"Wow," she muttered, locking the door behind her, "Was there any trouble left that hadn’t come yet?" She let out a long, frustrated groan.

She knew she couldn’t refuse the invitation. It would look rude, especially after how kindly everyone at the hotel had treated them. Maybe the family thought they were tourists and wanted them to experience the Grand Indian Wedding.

Sighing, she dropped the envelope on the table and sat on the sofa, staring at it.

"Fine," she mumbled, "I will go. Since I am already here, I better enjoy my time here."

The next evening, the hotel was glowing with light and laughter. Soft music played in the background. The whole place was decorated with strings of marigolds, roses, and fairy lights. The scent of flowers and fresh food filled the air. Families in colorful clothes moved around happily, laughing and talking.

The bride’s family had been especially welcoming to Iris. Earlier that afternoon, the women had even helped her dress in a beautiful Indian saree.

It was a deep wine-red silk saree with a golden border. They helped her drape it properly, pinned it neatly, and even added a small bindi on her forehead. Her hair was styled into soft curls that framed her face gently. She looked graceful and elegant— though inside, she still felt a little nervous.

Iris entered the wedding quietly, sticking close to the edges of the crowd. She watched the rituals from a distance, feeling a little out of place but happy to see the celebrations.

Bright colors filled the scene. Women wore sparkling lehengas and sarees. Men were in sherwanis and kurtas. Kids ran around with flower petals in their hands. Laughter, music, and the beats of the dhol filled the air.

Iris sipped her juice slowly, smiling a little at the happy atmosphere.

She didn’t notice when someone came and stood beside her.

"Beautiful couple, aren’t they?" a familiar voice said softly near her ear.

Iris smiled politely, answering without thinking, "Yes, very beautiful—" Then she froze.

She knew that voice. Slowly, without any sudden movement, she turned her head. And there he was. Lucius.

Iris quickly moved to walk away, but before she could get far, a warm hand gently caught her wrist.

"Hey, how long are you going to run from me?" Lucius said with a teasing smirk.

"Run?" Iris said in her calmest voice, raising her eyebrows, "Who’s running? I am just looking for a better view"

Lucius chuckled, not letting go yet, "Such a bad liar. Good thing you look so stunning."

At his words, Iris shifted uncomfortably. She crossed her arms across her body, covering herself a little more with the pallu of her saree.

"What are you trying to say?" she asked, her voice a little shaky despite trying to stay composed.

Lucius laughed again, softly, "Still embarrassed about that night, huh?"

"What night are you talking about?" she muttered, looking away, her cheeks turning warm.

Lucius leaned casually against the nearby pillar, "Anyway... I came to ask, have you thought about how you are going to get the deal?" he asked. His tone became more serious.

"Yes," Iris said, nodding. She straightened herself, glad for the change of topic, "I have been working on it. I am almost ready. I just need to speak with Mr. Singh once more to finalise everything."

"Good. Let’s go tomorrow then," Lucius said, smiling.

"I can go on my own," Iris said, rolling her eyes.

"Nope," Lucius smirked, "I am your assistant, remember? You have got to take me with you."

"Whatever," Iris muttered, feeling both annoyed and secretly a little amused.

They stood together quietly after that, watching the wedding ceremony. The bride and groom walked up the aisle, exchanging garlands. Family members showered them with rose petals.

Finally, the groom leaned down and kissed the bride’s forehead gently.

Iris smiled softly at the sweet moment. But when she glanced sideways, she found Lucius already looking at her. Their eyes met.

And for a second— Everything else faded into the background.

"Remember something," Lucius whispered teasingly.

"Huh..." Iris snapped sharply and Lucius managed to break that moment. Shaking her head she walked away, "Incorrigible."

Lucius watched her go, an amused smirk tugging at his lips. "She’s acting dumb," he muttered under his breath.

From the shadows near the far wall, Cassey stood silently, her arms crossed, her eyes sharp and calculating. She had been observing everything— the tension, the glances, the little exchanges. And it only fueled the bitterness burning inside her.

"She still has his attention," Cassey murmured, her lips curling into a sour smile. With a flick of her hair, she spun around and marched away, her high heels clicking sharply against the marble floor.

Trailing behind her was a young hotel staff member, no older than twenty-five - thirty, with a nervous, pale face. His hands kept fidgeting at his sides, and he looked like he badly wanted to be anywhere but here.

He followed her down the corridor, glancing around anxiously, hoping no one would see them.

Soon they got into the elevator and in no time, they were outside Iris’s room. She placed one manicured hand lightly against the door, her long nails tapping against it softly.

"Well," she whispered with a smirk, "Let’s begin."

**FLASHBACK**

A couple of days back,

Cassey had been lounging lazily on a velvet chair in her room, a cooling face mask spread over her skin. She scrolled mindlessly through her phone when it suddenly buzzed with a call from an unknown number.

Frowning, she answered, "Hello?"

A smooth, deep male voice came from the other end, "Hello, Miss Cassey,"

She adjusted herself lazily, "Who’s this?" she asked.

"Marcus Dorne," the voice replied, "An old friend of Miss Iris. And I hear... you are not too fond of your dear cousin either."

"I know you," Cassey narrowed her eyes suspiciously, "She’s nothing but a burden to me. But why exactly are you calling?"

"I have a proposal for you," Dante said coolly.

Her curiosity flared, "What kind of proposal?"

"I want you to get something from Miss Iris. The one that both of us want," he said, his voice smooth like silk. "You will send it to me... and erase it from her device. Cleanly. Silently."

Cassey leaned back in her chair, a cold smile slowly forming, "And why would I risk it for you?" she asked, amused.

"Well, Money is one thing," Marcus said, his voice dripping with temptation, "A lot of it. More than you would expect. Enough to make it worth your time. And besides—" his voice lowered, "—you get to hurt Iris too."

Cassey laughed bitterly, a low, dangerous sound, "Tempting offer," she said mockingly, "But guess you don’t know my family."

"I know you already have plenty," Marcus replied, "But we both know... it’s never enough when it comes to outshining Iris, is it?"

Cassey’s grin widened, "Fine," she said sharply.

"I will do it."

And without waiting for another word, she ended the call, tossing the phone onto the bed with a little victorious flick.

**FLASHBACK ENDS**

Cassey turned to the trembling staff member standing beside her in the corridor. His face was pale, sweat beading on his forehead. He looked down at the keycard he was holding, his hand shaking.

"Open it," Cassey ordered, her voice soft but deadly.

The young man swallowed hard, "B-but, ma’am..."

"If you don’t care about the consequences, you can run away," Cassey looked at him with glaring eyes, and spoke in a menacing warning, "But if you do, don’t blame me for being heartless."

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