His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

9 It Must Be A Trick

“I hope you don't mind me using your bathroom,” Gina said as she sauntered down the stairs towards me.

“Of course, I don't mind! I hope you didn't use more of my belongs!” I sneered at her, while she pretended to widen her eyes naively.

“What? What are you talking about, my sister?”

I ignored her and went into the kitchen to get a cold soda. I need water!

“Why did you come home so late?” Ron's voice was distinctly angry.

“Why are you together?” I said and took a big gulp of cold soda water. It was so cold!

Ron was stunned for a few seconds. He stole a glance at Gina, who was drying her hair. He thought I hadn't noticed his little gestures. He said with a straight face, “There was a terrible fight in our city and I saw Gina on the way home. So, I drove her home. At least our house was safe. If you have time to look at your phone, I'm sure all the missed calls are from me!”

“Sorry, my phone is out of battery!” I took out my phone and shook it in front of him.

I don't want to respond to his bluff now. Since he wants to play the game, I'm happy to play along. Let's see who can act better.

“Ron asked me to stay the night!” Gina pouted. “Eva, you don't mind, do you?”

“Of course, I don't mind!” I said coldly.

You and my husband had s.ex in my bed. Would this betrayal change if I rejected you?

“Ever since you were a little girl, you've been robbing me of everything from Babbie dolls to clothes and jewellery. Anything you like, Gina, you take away from me! Maybe you don't take things because you like them, you just like taking things from me!”

I put the glass bottle of soda on the table heavily, and the sound of the crash was clear and loud.

Ron frowned, but Gina looked in Ron's direction and began to cry.

“I'm sorry! I shouldn't have used your bathroom so freely! I think I should go!” Her voice was pitiful enough to make any man fall for her, and her long legs under her bathrobe were both white and seductive.

“Eva, can't you be nice to your sister?” Ron couldn't resist defending her.

“What a fuss you are! This is how we get along as sisters. She used to fight me, but today she chose to cry,” I said with a smile, “When Gina doesn't get what she wants, she even bites me! She's my little sister! I know her best!”

Gina's cries became more pronounced, but Ron's eyes were confused because of my words. When Gina saw the look in Ron's eyes, she knew that crying wasn't going to work today.

I think the conflict in the city should be Ron's main concern. He doesn't have much free time to deal with the quarrel between us sisters.

Women's problems are trivial in the eyes of men, who care more about their careers and money than any woman they've ever slept with.

After 7 years of marriage, I have seen through marriage and men!

“Give me a whisky,” said Ron, pulling off his tie, which suggested that he was feeling a little antsy tonight.

Instead of handing him a drink, I lolled against the edge of the table and nibbled at the sparkling water in my hand.

Soon I heard ice falling onto a glass. Gina handed my husband a whisky like a hostess. She knows what he likes.

Good! But I must pretend not to see what is happening in front of me. I have patience.

“In the back alley of a bar, we had a run-in with the Logan family. Someone fired, and then a terrible battle broke out between us. Most of the dead were my men, and only two were Logan!” Ron downed his glass in one gulp.

“Why did you fight?” Gina asked before I could speak.

I sneered. What a stupid question. Conflicts between the Moore and the Logan are common. What really upsets Ron is not how many people have died in the conflict, but that this is not the time for any conflict at all!

“Who knows! Maybe it's a woman or something! F.uck it, whatever it is!” Ron snapped. “There can't be any conflict now, especially not until the merger is over!”

“Why?” Gina asked, not knowing whether she should shut up.

“Why, you ask me why,” Ron said, taking out his anger on Gina. “I think you should go upstairs to bed now. My wife and I need some privacy!”

Gina froze. She was going to start crying again.

“I don't want to repeat it,” Ron said.

I put my arms around my chest and looked at what was happening like an onlooker. Sometimes, I really admire my acting skills and endurance.

Gina silently turned away and ran barefoot up the stairs. This time she didn't make a sound. I couldn't even hear the door slam.

“Eva, you know the Plutocrat Federation doesn't allow any family conflict until the merger is over, right?” Ron turned to me.

“Of course, I do! After all the business you and I have been involved in, I won't forget the rules!” I said.

The Plutocrat Federation is made up of representatives of the six families who work together to deal with business conflicts. The rules they make are strict, and every family must obey them.

Families that don't follow the rules will be kicked out of the Federation and become lone wolves who have lost their pack. Not only does he have to face attacks of his own kind, but he also worries about attacks from other races -- government departments.

“Worst of all, there are eyewitnesses who say our men fired first! Whoever fires first will be found guilty! F.ucking Frade! It must be a trick,” said Ron, pounding his fist on the table.

Frade, when the name comes to mind here. My heart gave a sudden beat.

His fingertips and the scent of his kiss still haunt my memory, and it makes my stomach tighten.

“Eva, do you hear what I'm saying?” Said Ron impatiently. “What the hell are we going to do about this?”

I came back to my senses and thought about it.

“I think you should get some rest now. If the Federation thinks it's our fault, they'll send you a notice. But there's nothing right now, is there?”

“If we had been notified, it would have been too late. We would have been kicked out of the bidding and merger. You know I had to win this business,” Ron said dejectedly, “I can't lose to the Logan Family! No way!”

Before Ron took over Moore, they had lost too much business. Ron, the new head of the Moore family, wants to change, but his competitive spirit makes him cranky. I have been around him to calm his emotions, and faced every problem with him. We were husband and wife, and were also partners.

But now, we're not!