The Billionaire Son-in-law

6. The Beginning Of A New Beginning.

The door creaked open, and just in that moment, her mother rushed out in anger, pushing Lucas out of her way. 

"Get out you filthy rag! Bitter excuse of a son in law..." She muttered on her way outside. 

Ivy was furious. A bit more related to frustration in fact. Her mother never acknowledged her and respected her, and it was a sad fact to Ivy. Which mother doesn't acknowledge her daughter's wishes and even tries to make them come true? 

When she turned—which she didn't even have to—the face of her husband smiled wearily at her. 

"Where have you been?" A tinge of anger mixed with her tone of voice. 

Lucas managed his way over to her, then, displeased by the frown on her face, his hand met with her face to dry the tears away. 

"I'm sorry, I received a news." He said, as casual as he could. But his wife was not moved. 

"I received a call from my mother, she said there was a problem." Still wearing the frown, Ivy managed to say to her husband. They never kept secrets, so she knew better than to hide the truth from him. 

"You know," he began to say, but Ivy didn't let him finish. She was still seated on the wooden chair at the dining table, eyes still flaring with anger. 

"She doesn't understand me. She never has." She said grumpily, and Lucas wondered why she had been trying to transfer the aggression to him. He wasn't her evil mother! 

Now that he thought of it: all the terrible things the Mochi had done to him and his family, all the menacing things Blanche had caused him, it was brightly obvious to him that she was truly evil. 

"I can't believe her sometimes. I just wish that she'd been my step mother, and my biological mother was somehow, somewhere alive." She said with frustration indicated in her voice. Lucas couldn't blame her, although she still had a woman who pronounced herself her mother. 

He didn't have anyone and for years, he had been all alone. Thanks to the heavens, he met Ivy. She was the only woman, only human being who had looked at him as a being, and had been so kind and affectionate towards him. 

"She said the family is in trouble, and the only way to save it is for me to marry an old horrible rich man. Can you imagine! Why must I get married to him? Huh? Is it my fault that the family business is dying?" 

"Well it won't be for long, my love. Because, I have a job now." Lucas said so casually, waiting for his wife to burst out in immense happiness. 

The woman's face consorted to a frown, not hearing her husband clearly. "What do you--" then her sparkling brown eyes shone wide. "A job? You mean it!" 

"Yes! I got a job at long last! After all these years, Ivy." Lucas yelled out loud, unable to contain his joy. "I got a job, Ivy!" 

Instantly, she jumped up to her feet, wrapping her arms around her husband in ecstacy. "Ohh I'm so happy!" Lucas lifted his wife off from the ground, carrying her in the warm embrace. "I'm so happy." From the immerse joy, an unfortunate yet worked its way down to her eyelids, and uncontrollably, the tears of joy began to stream down her eyes. 

After the couple had shared their brief moment, Lucas brought her to the couch, then sat closely beside her and whispered to her. "I know about our child." He caught his wife's eyes widened in shock, but it was a good thing. Suddenly, laughter from both of them filled the room, with neither of them believing the sudden change. They accepted the good news of course, with much passion and confidence. They just couldn't believe their eyes. 

"I'm going to take good care of it, I promise." He said, proudly. Then he decided to add. "You know, it is a really good job with a very heavy pay." 

"Really? Oh I'm so so glad." 

"So there's no need to get all worried, huh?" He said to her, his larger palm covering up her own tiny hands. "It's okay now." 

He was going to save their family now and there was no stopping him. 

✩★✩

The living room where they stayed was a dark blue-green color and was certainly stylish enough to hold its own against the rich chartreuse velvet fabric as well as the layers of quirky prints. Only one side of the walls was painted along with the door and moldings so that a complementary wallpaper could be applied on the opposite side. The interior designer was a genius. 

In the home of the Mochi, money ruled. The furniture was imported, only of the best qualities. Blanche had specifically hired the best of New Jersey interior designers and decorators and they definitely did some impressive work in there. 

Peter had a room upstairs, and so did his older sister, but since Ivy had been married, the room had been temporarily locked. He was in the living room with his mother, engrossed in a serious argument. 

"But really, you don't understand mother. Love could even be considered something as simple as an action someone has done for a cause or somebody. If someone holds the door for somebody else, it could be his or her love to be generous and courteous." 

Blanche scoffed at her son's statement, but Peter wasn't bothered. He only continued. "Love is anything that anyone does which has a profound effect on somebody or something else," Peter could see that his mother was starting to lose interest. They'd been arguing for over thirty minutes now. That was what they did best. 

"They say that a stable relationship often involves planning a future, whatever that looks like: renting together, buying a house, owning cars, having kids, taking lots of vacations. Whatever your path looks like, money is important because where you spend it is going to dictate how you live, and how you achieve your goals together. My own daughter doesn't have a stable relationship then!"

"Mother, I know you quickly went to search for that point online just now." 

"Whatever. But really, You can buy expensive things, travel anywhere around the entire world! Be powerful." 

"Nevertheless, money should never be compared to love because love is endless and money can't buy love." 

Blanche grunted in detest. 

"You definitely don't believe in love, mother. Clearly, that's why you hate Lucas right?" Peter said. 

He was twenty one, only a year younger than Ivy, but he still loved and respected his sister a lot. The only problem was her husband, Lucas. 

"You're right. But remember that we both hate him." She reminded him, and he lowly bowed in agreement. 

Seeing that Peter was getting all in his head—and she hated losing to an argument—Blanche quickly changed topics. 

"Andreas said that there's a company that has placed a bid in the market." 

Peter's playful face suddenly drowned as he grew a more serious look. "Really?" 

"Yes."

"Hmm, well have you told Sister Ivy already? It's been a week now, and it's clear you both haven't settled your differences." 

"She has to marry that man, Peter. He is rich and is going to get us that contract. I'm sure of it." 

"Hmm, well he is rich enough."

"Yes yes! We need him as much as I need my stupid daughter right now." Blanche barked out, furiously biting a finger nail. 

There was a long silence. Then, she broke it with an order. "Leave her this text. I'm going to announce it to the family right now. Anyone who can help the family get this offer will be appointed as the family CEO." 

His eyes brightened with shock, as a loud gasp escaped his mouth. "Are you serious?" 

"Tell her just that. I am damn serious."