Trial Marriage Husband : I Am CEO's Plaything

Meanwhile, Oscar's gray BMW hadn't moved and was still parked not far from Lisa's boarding house. There were no suspicious signs, especially that Rangga had already left there.

Oscar then breathed a sigh of relief, Lisa turned out just fine. No other man bothered her so far. The man shuffled back into his seat, sighing heavily.

From the rearview mirror, his beautiful blue eyes met Dani, who was on standby in the driver's seat. Dani noticed Oscar's gesture that hinted at something. The man with the grim face turned to the left while glancing at his shoulder.

"Mr. Oscar, I'm waiting for your orders," Dani said, breaking the silence in the car.

"We're going to my mother's house. I have unfinished business with her," Oscar ordered firmly. His eyes became sharp as usual.

During the trip back to Jakarta, the shadow of his kidnapped son haunted his mind. He had done various means, but he still couldn't find out who was behind it. Oscar still suspected that Greta, his biological mother, was involved in this case.

Somehow, he had a very strong feeling that said Greta had something to do with Clara's plot to trap him so that he would marry her.

Oscar really couldn't help thinking this way. Both his biological mother and his former lover conspired against him. But before making conclusions based on mere assumptions, he must gather a lot of concrete evidence.

And he could only find it once he confronted his birth mother.

But there was one thing Oscar had not been able to understand until recently. If his mother hated Clara for being a gold digger, why would she force him to marry her now?

This mystery wouldn't let him sleep at peace. After all, he could only solve this problem once he managed to reveal the truth. 

He was willing to do anything for Lisa and their son, William.

The trip from Bekasi to Jakarta almost took two hours that night. Arriving in front of the Petersson's residence where Greta stayed while she was in Indonesia, two security guards immediately rushed to open the magnificent gate and let Oscar's car enter.

Shortly after the golden haired man got out of the car, an assistant came to greet him kindly.

"Mr. Oscar, you are home!"

"Is my mother still awake?" Oscar asked briefly and sharply. His two blue eyes stared at the housekeeper who was much shorter than him, making his impression look very intimidating.

"Not yet, sir. Mrs. Petersson is still awake. She is on the terrace playing chess with Hasan," the household assistant replied politely. The woman then lowered her head and made a way.

Without further ado, Oscar headed straight for the back porch at an accelerated pace. It had been years since he last visited this house before he bought his own in Indonesia.

The house he visited was Peter Petersson's house when he first moved to Indonesia. Together with Oscar, the middle aged man stayed there for quite long. Every now and then, Greta Petersson would visit the house when she stopped by Indonesia.

A few weeks ago, Greta appeared to be visiting Indonesia for business. Oscar didn't know anything because his relationship with his biological mother was not good.

When the golden-haired man arrived at the doorway that separated the terrace from the family room, Hasan, the housekeeper who always accompanied Greta to play chess, suddenly stopped, looking a bit stunned to see the man's figure standing in front of the doorway.

Hasan lowered his head while looking at Oscar who looked displeased. Seeing Hasan's expression, Greta immediately turned her head.

Hasan then asked permission to resign from the presence of his two employers, giving Oscar and Greta the time to talk.

"Are you still playing?" Oscar asked in Swedish.

"Oscar, don't come here when it's already late. Didn't I tell you that before?" Greta replied flatly. She got up from her seat crossing her arms.

"Mom, why did you have the heart to do this to me?" Oscar asked sharply. He stepped closer and glared at the beautiful middle-aged woman.

Greta snorted, she glanced to the right then looked back at Oscar with a condescending gaze. "What do you mean by that?"

"Don't pretend you don't know! I know you're the one who sent people to kidnap William so that I would marry Clara, right!? Where did you hide my son!?" Oscar's voice was so loud and urgent that it echoed into the living room.

"Oscar, what are you talking about? Are you drunk again? You better go back to your house and sleep! We can talk about this matter tomorrow morning. I'm so tired right now!" Greta replied, trying to change the topic.

Hearing her trying to escape, Oscar's cold gaze was suddenly filled with burning flames. "Mom, don't play dumb! You think I didn't know who was behind William's kidnapping!? He is your own grandson for god sake!"

"Oscar! Don't talk carelessly! I'm his grandmother, how could I do something bad to him!?" Greta replied, insisting on covering up her mistake.

"If it's true that you didn't work with Clara to do it all, why are you still calm when I ask questions like this!? It's as if you already knew that William was kidnapped!"

The middle-aged woman fell silent. She no longer had any chance to escape from her son.

"Mom, give William back to me. I will marry Clara even if I don't love her!" Oscar snarled, his voice booming.

Greta sighed. The tall, slender woman stroked her chest as she blinked. Then she looked back at her son and said, "Oh Oscar, what the hell is lacking from Clara that you don't love her? I know she's bad, but she's still way better than Lisa who doesn't even have a clear family background! Why don't you give yourself a chance to love Clara back just like when you were studying in Stockholm!"

"You deliberately threatened me by using William to get me to marry Clara, right? Five years ago, you always tried your hardest to separate Clara from me, only because you saw her as ungrateful and greedy. Do you know how hurt my heart was at that time? Now you're trying to force me to marry her. Did something mess with your head?" Oscar said, his tone was merciless.

"I don't care what you think about Clara. Anyway you must immediately marry her!" Greta replied briefly and clearly. Her face showed absolutely no expression.

"Are you still my mother? Your way of talking is very different from usual! Even your attitude is different now! What did Clara do to make you afraid of her? How much money did she bribe you with?" Oscar snapped again.

"Enough! It's none of your business, Oscar. What's important is that everything is for your own good. Leave Lisa and get married to Clara right away. I have to admit that Clara only wanted power and wealth from our family. But that was in the past! Now she's a respectable woman, unlike that bum Lisa! Clara deserves to have the Petersson surname more than that cheap bitch!"

Oscar couldn't accept the painful words that Greta spewed. He was deeply hurt to hear her biological mother say something like that.

"I don't understand you. What did Clara do to you that made you turn this way!?" Oscar asked again, unable to believe the reality he was facing.

Greta just turned her face and didn't say a single word. She lifted her chin arrogantly while blinking slowly. 

She couldn't tell her son the truth that she couldn't accept his marriage with Clara either. Alas, her main reason for conspiring with Clara was simple— she did not want Clara to leak her sex tape with handsome young men to the mass media. 

If she didn't keep her promise to Clara and her scandal got out, the Petersson family's reputation would be destroyed.

Greta inevitably had to rack her brains to go against her only son. Their relationship had never been good to begin with, that's why she didn't want to make it worse and find the solution to close the matter. 

"Oscar, please.... I am your real mother. Just listen to me once!"