Brad woke up on the beautiful Saturday teaching his wife on how to place the bid.

His plan with his family butler, Harry had gone like this:

A day earlier;

"I know what we should do," Brad had proposed to Harry. Harry listened carefully. "We need a strategic way to inform the shareholders of the company that the authentic heir of the firm was back. He had read sometime that in some big companies, only the CEO could host events like a bidding contest and auctions. 

And that was exactly what he was going to do.

"We will host a bid contest." He said proudly to Harry. "That way no one would be able to oppose my return, or doubt it."

That had been what he thought earlier, and that Saturday morning after his wife had suddenly received the phone call from her mother, he had made up his mind to make her win the bid and become the next family CEO.

She sighed, not understanding a word he was saying, but he was convincing enough and had told her not to worry. That he would protect her and their unborn child. That alone comforted Emily and so, she did exactly as she had been told.

He had also alerted her that whatever they would do, it must be in secrecy.

Just as his wife had left, Brad picked his phone and began to make a few phone calls. Harry had already provided him with detailed information of the company, and so he had begun to make some connections. His wife's bidding was to be the only one the company would accept, no matter what.

Then slowly, he will begin his revenge on the Wilson family who had treated him all bad those years ago.

Once his wife is the family's CEO, they would learn to respect them once and for all!

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Monday morning came and Brad was all dressed up in his best suit, courtesy of his wife making the selection. He had mentioned to her that Friday when he got home about a job, stating that the salary was alright, even heavy.

They had rejoiced over the happy moment, and Brad had promised to be a better husband and father.

Emily was a part time student at a university in Maeville, and other times when she wasn't a student, she wrote. She wrote fantasy novels and romance, though she hadn't certainly begun to earn much yet, but it had been just enough to sustain her family for the time being. At least Brad got a job now and a good one at that.

Just as he had been preparing to head out, there was a knock on the door. Both of them stared at each other with an utmost surprise. 

"It's fucking 7am in the morning, who could that be?" Muttered Emily on her way to the door. Soon as she got to the entrance, she was quite shocked to have found the weird set of people before her. "Mom? Conor, dad? What are you all doing here?"

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Ava was the first to reply. "What are we doing here? You think we wouldn't find out about your little secret bidding?" She said with a glare that was poisonous enough to kill if staring could do just that. "How could you not tell us?"

Ava was on a long red dress that revealed just her nice curves and temperamental body posture. She had her hair styled into a bun that sat neatly at the nape of her neck, and in that moment, Emily's brain began to ponder on the moment her mother had had time to dress and make her hair and apply her makeup...

"Are you even listening to me?" Yelled Ava, shaking Emily off her fantasy.

"Oh, uh... Please come in." Emily found herself saying the exact opposite of what she had wanted to say.

Curse you, Emily!

"I mean that maybe you should come back another time?--"

"Come back another time? Ha!" Scoffed Ava as she pushed herself into the house, and then Emily had suddenly wished she had taken back her words. Though her mother wouldn't even listen to her.

Conor and Noah too both stepped in.

Conor was lingering close to Emily now, and he whispered softly into her ears, "you're dead, sister."

Emily rolled her eyes in disbelief. "Oh thanks, big bro!" Then she walked away from his presence. Conor only shrugged.

Brad was watching now with close eyes. He waited patiently for them to all sit quietly—though they just wouldn't keep their bloody mouths shut—and that was when he decided to speak up.

"Hello and I thank everyone of the Wilson family for being present here at this moment,"

Ava hissed. "Are you for real? What is this supposed to be, huh? My daughter had just placed a bid on the most expensive and literally the biggest company in New York, and you want to thank us all for being here!?" A hot wave of anger began to simmer inside of her.

Brad was calm, and he found himself very surprised at the feeling. Why he was that much relaxed and confident, he couldn't tell." I wish to announce to you all that it hadn't been the fault of Emily at all." He said and they all stared at him like he had been insane.

"So you told her to place the bid?" Conor asked.

"Yea, did you?" Noah added instantly, trying not to sound weak in the presence of his wife.

Ava on the other hand said nothing at all, and only watched, waiting to see where it'll all end.

"Yes. I did. And it is for a cause, a very good one that you all would like to hear." He said, and they all listened. "I have a dare to make, and so I wish to have your attention in this."

"A dar--"

"Please do not interrupt me, Mr Noah." Brad frowned, shutting the old man up before he could even say anything. Nobody else spoke again. "Emily will place that bid, and she will win. And once she does, she is pronounced the family CEO, and you," he stopped, pointing to Ava, "nor you," then he was pointing to Conor and Noah, "nor anyone else in the Wilson household will ever bother us again."

Ava frowned. "And if she loses?"

Brad took each moment staring into the face of them each. "If she loses, which means I lose too, then I will gladly see to it that she marries Jed Griffith because I would be the best man. And then, I'll leave her and never return to this household again."

There was an eerie silence but it wasn't for too long. They could have yelled out in agreement immediately, but they had to wait for Ava's signals first.

Ava finally smirked. "We have a deal, Brady baby."