I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 147

Honestly, she was an ordinary woman. But for some reason, she possessed an invisible force, a magnetic pull that constantly drew his attention. Whenever he saw her, he felt an overwhelming urge to be close to her.

“No,” Niamh said, her rejection swift and absolute.

A fire had already been smoldering inside Jareth, and her blunt refusal was like gasoline poured on the flames. It roared to life.

“Why not?” he demanded, his voice rising. “Am I not good enough for you?” he roared, louder this time.

“No, that’s not it, Mr. Bragg! It’s me… I’m not good enough for you!” Niamh stammered, terrified by the man he had become. His eyes were dark with passion, veins standing out on his temples as he fought for control.

“I don’t care about that!” he shouted.

He was nearly thirty years old and had never wanted a woman so desperately. And this woman, this one woman, was turning him down.

Everyone called him brilliant, successful, a titan of industry. But in this moment, he felt like a complete failure. He had always believed there was no woman he couldn't conquer, only women who weren't worthy of his attention. And yet, this one had rejected him multiple times in the last three days.

In a sudden movement, Jareth rolled off her and stood up, turning his back to her. “Ms. Lynn, please get out.”

He didn’t like to force a woman.

Niamh scrambled off the bed and bolted out of the room like a startled rabbit.

The moment the door clicked shut behind her, Jareth spun around and slammed his fist into the wall.

Niamh had just returned to her desk when the phone rang. It was Jareth.

“Ms. Lynn, go to Calvin at the main factory and pick up a sample garment.”

“Right away, Mr. Bragg.”

“I’ve said that to more than one woman. In fact, I just said it to my new secretary a little while ago.”

Niamh’s face went pale with fury. Damn him. Rich men are all bastards. And to think, for a moment, she had actually believed him.

“You should have seen her face when I told her I liked her,” Jareth continued, his laughter loud and arrogant. “She looked completely terrified! Hahaha!”

“Jareth, which secretary?” Yara asked, playing her part beautifully. “Rhea? Blaire?”

“The new one.”

“Is she pretty?”

“Not at all,” Jareth answered without hesitation. “She’s short, her face is plain, and her figure is completely unremarkable. Nothing like you, Yara. You have curves in all the right places. A body like yours is pure pleasure.”