Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Xaviera Evans gradually stopped smiling.

Before she could speak, the housekeeper couldn’t hold it back anymore: “Madam, what you’re doing is utterly unreasonable. You want Mrs. Mamet to move out of the master bedroom and have Miss Coriell live with Mr. Mamet. Mrs. Mamet and Mr. Mamet are legally married.” After saying this, he glanced at Vita Coriell, continuing: “It’s outrageous to invite oneself in like this…”

Having heard the word ‘wife’, Mrs. Mamet slammed down her coffee cup: “Wife? Does she qualify? The housekeeper seems to be confused. Lost sight of who’s the real master after leaving the old mansion, hasn’t he? And Xaviera, if you had a shred of decency, you’d understand that you and Vita are worlds apart. There’s absolutely no comparison.”

“The third floor is not fit for you. I generously offered you a room to live in at the Lowen Clubhouse, but you can absolutely not live in the master bedroom. You, of all people, should be living in the servant’s quarters. Don’t you fear shortening your lifespan when you step in and out of the master’s bedroom?”

Having said this, she lifted her chin arrogantly and pointed towards the direction of the servant’s quarters: “Now, I give you the chance to choose: would you willingly move out of the master bedroom, or do I have to throw you out?”

Xaviera narrowed her eyes, was she threatening her?

Vita bit her lip: “Mrs. Jenny, please don’t say that about Miss Evans, she is, after all, the lady of the Evans family…the lady that was found from the countryside.”

“What?! From the countryside? No wonder she’s so ill-mannered!” Mrs. Mamet covered her nose as if Xaviera carried germs: “Don’t mention the Miss from the countryside, not even legitimate daughters of the Evans family can compare to a single hair of yours, Vita. The best they can do is to serve you.”

“Listen to me, Xaviera, Vita is magnanimous not to hold it against you, so I advise you to treat Vita nicely. Maybe she might spare you when she ultimately marries Caleb.”

Vita lowered her gaze, silent.

Xaviera finally understood why Vita had returned to the villa. All she needed to do was shed a few tears, and many would stand up for her. This was true for Mr and Mrs. Coriell, and even for Mrs. Mamet. All she needed to do was hide behind these people, quietly wait for them to remove all obstacles, and then cleanly marry Caleb.

“Mrs. Jenny…” Vita tugged at Mrs. Mamet’s sleeve: “Let it be, Mrs. Jenny, you shouldn’t make it too tough for Xaviera, Caleb wouldn’t be happy if he hears about this.”

Looking remorseful, Vita said, “I’m sorry, Miss Evans. Mrs. Jenny did not mean any harm. She just speaks her mind. I really like Mrs. Jenny’s candidness. It’s refreshing to interact with her, unlike others who beat around the bush.”

Xaviera: ‘

Speaking one’s mind and verbal abuse are two entirely different things.

Mrs. Mamet patted Vita’s hand affectionately: “You are the most understanding, Vita. I’ve already set my heart on having you as my daughter-in-law in this lifetime and anyone else shouldn’t even bother thinking about it.” Having said this, Mrs. Mamet looked at Xaviera with a cold sneer: “Xaviera, you do not wish to move because you want the money. Your kind, who come from the countryside, have probably never seen the Mamet family’s wealth or lived in such a luxurious mansion, so you’re clinging onto Caleb, shamelessly acting as his mistress.”

“Since it’s about money, I would rather not waste any more words. Five million dollars for you to leave Caleb and get out of this house.”

So, she finally decided to use money as a weapon?

However, she was only offering five million dollars, it seemed that Mrs. Mamet

was not as wealtny as tne rumors suggestecl. ‘l’ne otter was too IOW, xavlera found it a bit boring. The one thing she wasn’t lacking was money; a simple task could bring tens of millions of dollars to her account. Mrs. Mamet had the audacity to humiliate her with money, of all things.

Xaviera began to feel a perverse sense of amusement and suddenly thought of a good way to retaliate, but someone beat her to the punch.

A man’s voice came from upstairs; his tone was calm but held an undeniable authority. Caleb Mamet’s cherry blossom gaze was icy cold, lips tugged in a slight smirk, devoid of any emotion: “An unwelcome mistress? A wife that, under the law, received the marriage certificate by marrying me openly in civil affairs, is suddenly a mistress when it comes to Mrs. Mamet?”

Once again, he stood by Xaviera, in opposition to himself. Mrs. Mamet’s face twisted in anger.

But Caleb wasn’t done speaking. He turned to Vita, his tone even more sinister: “And you … you know exactly who I went to the civil affairs bureau to marry.”

Vita Coriell’s face turned pale as a sheet..