The Underestimated Husband's Dominance

Chapter 6

Connor sat in silence for a long time after Harris’s words, still trying to absorb everything. The idea of being worth eight hundred billion dollars felt distant, unreal, just like something that belonged to another man’s story.

Harris, however, was already moving with a sense of urgency. He walked to the desk, pressed a small button, and the door slid open silently. Two security men stepped aside respectfully.

“Young Master,” Harris said, turning back to him, “there’s something very important I must do before we proceed.”

Connor looked up wearily. “What now?”

“I’ll need your phone,” Harris said. “I have to configure a private tracker on it. It’s a security measure. Once we register it with our system, it’ll help me and the protection unit follow your location in case of any emergency.”

Connor frowned a little. “Tracker? You’re serious about this whole danger thing, aren’t you?”

Harris nodded firmly. “Very serious, Young master. You must understand, as the only living heir of the Winchester empire, your life is now in great danger. The Black Lotus is not an ordinary group. They have eyes everywhere, in boardrooms, in the government, even in hospitals. The moment they find out you’re alive and have inherited your father’s empire, they will come for you.”

Connor swallowed hard. “You mean they’ll try to kill me again?”

“I’m afraid so,” Harris said gravely. “One thing with the Black Lotus is that they transfer aggression through bloodlines. They don’t forget or forgive. The moment they know Connor Winchester has returned, you’ll become their next target.”

Connor leaned back, rubbing his forehead. “So I can’t even live freely anymore.”

“Not yet,” Harris said. “For now, you must remain cautious. Pretend you are still the same man the world knows—Connor Drayton, the struggling nobody. Let no one outside this house know the truth. Not until we’ve assessed how close the Black Lotus might be.”

Connor nodded slowly. “Alright. I understand. Keep things quiet for now.”

“Exactly, Young Master,” Harris said. “You must move carefully. Blend in. Keep your head down until I tell you otherwise.”

Just then, Harris pressed another small button on the wall intercom. “Roy, come in.”

A few seconds later, the door opened and a man in his late twenties walked in. He had sharp eyes behind a pair of round glasses, dressed in a plain black shirt tucked into well-fitted trousers. He bowed low the moment he saw Connor.

“Young master,” Roy said respectfully.

Connor shifted uncomfortably. “Please don’t call me that,” he said quickly. “It feels strange.”

Harris smiled faintly. “You’ll get used to it, sir. Roy is one of our most trusted technicians. He handles all our encrypted systems.”

Roy gave a polite nod and extended his hand. “If you could please give me your phone, young master. I’ll install the tracking software immediately.”

Connor reached into his pocket. He checked the other one. Then his jacket. Then the bedside table. His movements slowed as realization dawned on him.

His heart dropped.

“My phone…” he muttered, his face tightening.

Harris looked at him curiously. “Sir?”

Connor exhaled heavily. “I don’t have it. I must’ve left it… in the hospital.”

“In the hospital?” Harris repeated. “You mean the same hospital where your wife and that man were admitted?”

Connor’s jaw clenched. “Yes.”

Harris frowned deeply. “That’s not good, sir. If anyone gains access to that phone, they could trace your last location or read your messages. We must retrieve it immediately.”

Connor nodded, already standing. “I’ll go get it.”

“I’ll send two guards with you,” Harris said quickly. “It’s too risky to go alone.”

Connor turned to him sharply. “You just told me to stay low, remember? If I walk in with bodyguards, I’ll draw attention.”

Harris hesitated. “Yes, but—”

“I’ll be careful,” Connor interrupted. “No one knows who I am yet. Let’s keep it that way.”

Harris finally sighed and gave a reluctant nod. “Very well, sir. But please, be cautious. Don’t engage with anyone you don’t trust. In fact, don’t talk to anyone at all. Just take the phone and leave immediately.”

Connor nodded firmly. “Got it.”

Minutes later, he was dressed again in the same clothes he had on when he left the hospital—the ones that made him look like the same ordinary man everyone thought he was. 

He left through the side exit of the estate, where a small black car dropped him off at the main road. From there, he waved down a cab.

The driver glanced at him through the rear mirror. “Where to?”

“The city hospital,” Connor said quietly.

The ride was silent. As the car rolled through the busy streets, Connor’s thoughts were all over the place—Harris’s warning about the Black Lotus, his father’s death, his mother’s lies.

But most of all, his heart ached when he remembered one name.

Lena.

The woman who once made him believe in love. The same woman who abandoned him in his blood, then stood by another man’s bed begging the doctors to save him.

His chest tightened as the cab turned into the hospital parking lot.

He paid the driver and stepped out quietly. His palms felt sweaty, his heartbeat fast.

He walked down the corridor toward the ward he’d been in, keeping his head low. His plan was simply to grab the phone and leave. No conversations or drama.

But as he approached the door, he froze.

Through the glass window of the ward, he saw them.

Lena sat beside Benjamin Carver’s bed. Benjamin was awake now, pale but breathing steadily. His right arm was bandaged, his chest hooked to several tubes. Lena leaned close, her hand on his cheek. Then, right before Connor’s disbelieving eyes, she kissed him.

Not a quick kiss of relief, an intimate, slow kiss filled with emotion.

Connor’s breath caught in his throat. He felt like someone had punched him right in the chest. His world stopped moving.

He stood there, motionless, staring through the glass.

All the pain he’d buried in his heart surged up again—the humiliation, the betrayal, the loneliness. The same woman who had abandoned him bleeding in that same hospital now sat kissing another man like he never existed.

His eyes burned, but he didn’t move. He just stood there quietly, watching the woman he once loved so deeply sell what was left of his heart without remorse.

He forced himself to breathe. “You don’t matter to her anymore,” he whispered under his breath. “Just take your phone and leave.”

With that, he pushed the door open slowly.

The small sound made Lena lift her head. When her eyes met his, she froze for half a second.. but instead of guilt or shame, her face twisted into mockery.

“Well, well, look who’s back,” she said coldly, standing up.

Connor didn’t answer. He just walked past her toward the bedside drawer where he’d kept his phone.

But Lena wasn’t done. She gave a sarcastic laugh, clapping her hands slowly. “So, you finally decided to crawl back here, huh?” she said coldly. “I knew you couldn’t survive out there for long putting into consideration what you will eat and drink.”

Connor stopped mid-step, but didn’t look at her.

She continued, her voice sharp like knives. “You must have realized you have nowhere else to go. No job, no house, no family, nothing. So you came running back to donate more blood, right?” She smirked.

Connor turned to face her slowly, his eyes were calm but cold. “I didn’t come here for you.”

“Oh, please,” Lena scoffed. “Don’t act tough now. You came because you realized you’re nothing without me. You always come back. You’re too useless to survive on your own.”