MY HUSBAND’S BROTHER

BLOOD RELATION CONTEST

Maizah is standing in the middle of the room, trying to figure out why Fatima laughed at her.

However, in Fatima's defense, she wasn't laughing at Maizah, but at Rebecca, even though she couldn't see her.

Fatima had just found out about her nephew's wedding this morning, just like everyone else in the house, when Rebecca came shouting for one of the maids to go and check if that 'farm girl' was still in the house.

When one of the maids asked who she was talking about, that's when the news about Amare's wife came as a shock to everyone.

The maids were frozen in shock and couldn't move from their spot. Zahrah decided to check if it was true, but instead of finding a farm girl, she saw a beautiful woman with a captivating smile. If she weren't wearing a nightdress, she would have thought she woke up a long time ago. She looked refreshed and glowing for someone who had just woken up.

When Rebecca said "farm girl," Zahrah thought she would meet someone with messy hair who hadn't washed in years, with garden boots and dirt all over her clothes, but it was just the opposite.

One thing noticed is that Maizah isn't like them at all; she's down to earth, and Rebecca will have difficulty controlling her like one of her employees. Rebecca mistreats everyone.

Fatima doesn't even understand what her brother sees in her, but it's too late for that; the only thing Fatima can do is torture her every time she sees her.

"Why are you scowling at Salvatore Mundi?" Amare asks, startling Maizah.

She turns around to face Amare. "Huh, I'm not scowling at anyone." She replies, waving her hand to show him there's no one besides her

"But you were scowling at the portrait," Amre replies, gesturing at the portrait with a man looking like one of Christian Jesus's portraits.

Wait, isn't that Jesus? Why did he call him Salvatore Mundi? Does Jesus have a last name?

"I'm sorry," Maizah replies, not knowing what else to say. It's only a portrait. It's a fantastic piece, but it's not like it sees her scowl.

"Don't scowl at it. You're going to ruin his mood." Says Amare, leaving Maizah bewildered once again.

"What is wrong with people in this family!" Maizah whispers to herself, but unfortunately for her, Amare hears her.

He takes a few steps back, standing before Maizah. "What did you just say?" He asks as if he's going to end her if she repeats what she just said, and to his luck, his glare is working because Maizah is starting to feel nervous.

She looks away from him. ."Nothing," she mutters.

Amare continues glaring at Maizah. "So you're telling me? I'm hearing voices?" he asks.

Maizah looks at him with bored eyes ."No, I don't know what you hear."

"So am I crazy then because I heard you speaking?"

Yes. Maizah smiles and then answers, "No."

"Then what did you just say?"

"I said you have a lovely family. I met them today. Except for your cousins, I haven't seen them yet."

"Who told you to get out of the room?"

"Was I supposed to stay in there the whole day?"

"YES! You know what? I don't care what you do but never compare me to them.

Oh, it's because of his little ego. "I'm sorry. You are nothing like your family. I have never seen someone so perfect like you." Maizah replies, boosting that little ego of his.

Amare chuckles, clearly enjoying Maizah's compliment. "Oh, do tell me, how am I perfect?"

Great, he's fishing another compliment. Maizah inwardly groans as she keeps a beautiful smile on her face.

Besides thinking about the time she snooped in Amare's closet and found 30 suits in his closet that all looked the same or the fact that he has lipstick smudges once again on his face, there's nothing worth complimenting him about.

"Wow, you really have a stunning feature! I can't help but admire your flawless skin; it's wonderful. Also, that red looks amazing on you. You're rocking it!" She says, giving him another one of her million-dollar smiles.

Amare rolls his eyes, a smile threatening to form on his face. "Pfftt, You don't think I know that. I don't need anyone like you to tell me that. Also, I'm not wearing anything red." He replies, acting unaffected as he leaves Maizah looking at him like he has grown two heads.

That sure is red lipstick, and he's the one who asked for a compliment; what does he mean when he says he doesn't need anyone like Maizah to tell him?

It seems like he's in a good mood. Maizah can utilize this opportunity to befriend him, as she often feels like an outsider in this household, except for Zahrah, who seems to like her.

She haphazardly walks towards the way Amare disappeared, but when she is about to open the door. She realizes he could be changing his clothes or taking a shower, so she sits down on the floor, not wanting to repeat yesterday's mistake.

After spending around 30 minutes or more in the bathroom, Amare finally finishes his business. Meanwhile, Maizah has grown so tired that she almost falls asleep on the floor. However, as soon as she hears the bathroom door opening, she is startled and quickly gets back on her feet.

"What's with you?" Amare asks with a raised brow.

Maizah furrows both her brows. "Huh?" She asks, unsure what went wrong in the bathroom because he seemed fine earlier, but now he looks annoyed.

"You're also deaf. What's your problem?"Amare asks again; okay, he's definitely annoyed, but Maizah is not letting that stop her from her plan.

"I would like us to be friends. Also, I don't have any problem, so what do you say?" She asks, craning her neck to maintain eye contact.

After ten to fifteen seconds of a staring contest, Amare looks away from her while she's still grinning from ear to ear, looking at him.

It's not like she is asking him to love her; no, she's already loved by her aunt too much, and that's enough for her; the only thing she asks is for him to get along with her.

What's taking him so long to answer?

Amare, on the other side, is not buying her innocent act at all; he knows not to trust anyone associated with his family. He thinks, what if his mother knows he's up to something and uses Maizah to spy on him and report to her? That can be true. She has already agreed to marry him. What did his mother promise her?

Amare glances at Maizah and then looks away again. "No, No. I don't like you; you were married to my brother; I certainly don't like him either." He answers, shaking his head.

Maizah's grin quickly turns upside down. She did not see that coming; she thought at least he would try to make an effort.

" You're scowling too much. If you didn't want to be here, you shouldn't have agreed to marry me in the first place. I'm tired of looking at your face," Amare says, walking downstairs. Maizahh follows behind him.

She frowns in annoyance and gives him a fake smile. Maizah has figured he shall not take his insults to heart. He's also hurting; it's horrible losing a loved one, and people deal in different ways, and he just doesn't want to show it. That's probably why he says he doesn't like him.

Also, if Maizah wants to adjust to her new life, she will never be able to enjoy life with him. Marriage is not a 10-hour drive but the rest of their lives. So if she's going to keep running and crying when he insults her, then she won't even make it in a year, so the only idea she comes up with is to help him heal first and stop crying.

"You know, I am well aware of the pain and loss of losing a beloved family member, as my mother, father, and sister have all died, and I have never felt at any time that infidelity will help through that loss, but lucky for me I have my aunt. So if you need someone to talk to, I'm here for you, okay?". Maizah tells Amare, offering him a genuine smile to show him that he's not alone, but he doesn't even look at her.

She may not be in love with him or have any relations with Amare, but she feels like offering her support to let him know that she will always be there for him as a 'friend.'

Amare glances at her and momentarily thinks, then says, "Congratulations, you have won the deceased blood relation contest."

*DROP DEAD SILENCE*

She comes to a halt, and her breath stops in her throat, completely taken aback. Amare's words have left her speechless despite her overwhelming emotions.

She can't help but feel a smile forming on her face. It's not a genuine expression of her inner feelings but rather an idiotic grin that she can't seem to shake off. All she wants to do is cry, to let out all the emotions - the sorrow, pain, anger, shock - that are overwhelming her. But she can't seem to find the strength to do so.

To hell with not taking his insults to heart. His words are cutting straight to the core, so how can she deal with something like that?