I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 76

Niamh burst into tears.

“Waaaaah! Jareth, I don’t want to die! I have children at home!”

“How could I be so unlucky? My first business trip with you, and this happens!”

“I don’t know anything about this job! Why did you make me come with you?”

“If I die, what will happen to my children? Waaaaah!”

“Jareth, if I die, my ghost will haunt you forever!”

“Waaaaah!”

“Phaedra, Aurelia, Keir, Jove… if Mommy dies, what will happen to you?”

“Waaaaah! My babies, Mommy hasn’t even found your daddy yet, and now I’m going to die! I’m so sorry, my babies!”

She was completely hysterical, babbling incoherently, tears and snot streaming down her face and all over Jareth’s suit.

Jareth looked at her with disgust. What had he gotten himself into?

“Miss, is everything alright?” a flight attendant asked gently, appearing at their side. “Do you need any assistance?”

Her voice finally broke through Niamh’s panic.

Niamh opened her eyes and realized the plane was flying smoothly again. A warm ray of sunlight streamed through the window, falling on her face.

It was over?

She blinked, suddenly aware that she was clutching Jareth’s arm for dear life, and that she had covered his sleeve in tears and snot.

“Heh heh,” she giggled nervously, quickly letting go of his arm. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Bragg. I thought… I thought we were done for.”

Jareth yanked his arm away. “Niamh, do you know how much this suit costs?”

“What does it matter? It’s just a suit. It can be washed,” she replied without thinking.

Jareth felt like his lungs were about to explode.

“This suit cost three million dollars!” he roared.

Niamh froze.

Three million? For a suit?

“You are an extravagant bastard, Jareth Bragg,” she thought. “Do you have any idea that my four children and I don’t even have a permanent place to live? We’ve been renting for five years, moving at least ten times.”

The gap between their lives was staggering. A single suit of his could buy a decent-sized apartment in Cliffhaven. And this was the same man who was making her pay fifty thousand dollars for a tiny scratch on his car.