Chapter 3 Her Husband?
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*BENNETT*
I was about to start eating when my phone started ringing.
I smiled seeing it was a call from Charlotte.
“And my fiancé got married today.Should I congratulate him?”She began,sarcastically.
“Oh come on,babe.We already went over this.”
“Is she someone I should be worried about?”
“We trust each other,Charlotte.That’s all that matters.You do not need to worry about anything.”
“Put it on speaker,I want to talk to her.”Grandma said,excitedly.
As I did just that,Mason let out.
“It’s been months,Charlotte.I miss you.”
“Awwn.I miss you too.Tell me about the girl,is she beautiful?”
I shut my eyes,briefly.
Again with this.
“She is not and I will make sure she stays ugly.”Grandma replied.
Yeah,my grandma has always been like this.She talks down and look down on people from low society.
“Has she eaten?”I asked my grandmother who shook her head.
I blinked,incredulously.”She’s not completely a slave in here.If we do not treat her right,how do we expect her to cooperate in front of Mr Da Silva.”
“Fine,someone would send food to her regularly but she isn’t permitted to eat at this dining table.She might be saving your ass for a year but she shouldn’t forget her place.”
“Hellooo…I’m still here.”And that was Charlotte from the other end of the call.
“I’m sorry,baby.”Taking my phone with me,I walked out of the dining room to talk to her,privately.
I really wish she was my wife already.
I hate having to put up with another woman for a year.
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*MALIYAH*
The next day
No one sent me my things.
No one.
I had made lots of requests for my stuff to be sent to me but they were totally ignored.
I’ve been in this house for two days now.I’ve not seen my husband since the night that I only caught a glimpse of his back.
It felt frustrating to just be in this room all day.
"How am I supposed to take a shower without my luggage?" I murmured. I had to walk in the direction of the bathroom where perhaps it was already prepared for me.
The bedroom had two bathrooms but I guessed one for meant for him and the other was for me.
Cheekily,I opened both bathrooms to see which one was bigger.It was obviously his.
I could tell which one was his because one had two bathrobes which definitely belonged to him and the other had not a single bathrobe.
There was not even a soap.
"This is too much..." I only dared to whisper my condemnation.
I had to go into the bathroom that belonged to my "husband" and take a nice bath with his shower gel. But since I didn't have a bathrobe or pajamas, I had to dry my clean clothes with a hair dryer and put on some damp clothes again.
After washing up, I walked to the door of my room again. From yesterday until now, I have not been able to get out of this room! This morning they had the good sense to bring me breakfast, but let me eat it in my room. I'm going to go crazy if I keep this up.
"I should be able to get out, right? It only says to keep me away from him, it doesn't say to keep me imprisoned." I stood up and slowly walked up to the door.
The place is even more gorgeous than I imagined, with every tile shining. Everywhere reeked of money...
I was about to walk outside. Suddenly, a hand grabbed me!
"Ah!" I screamed uncontrollably. Looking up,I saw a man smiling at me.
He had a dirty blonde hair but he was so good looking.
Was he perhaps my husband? I can’t remember him with a dirty blonde hair that night.
But the room was kinda dark that night so I wasn’t too sure what his hair color was.
“And Grandma said you weren’t pretty.Does it she even know what that word mean?”
Grandma?
He must be referring to Madam Valentina.
This has to be my husband,right?
“Come,you’re not allowed to leave your room yet.”He said,softly.
“Are you…em…I don’t know if it’s in my place to ask but I’m just curious.Are you my husband?”
We got back to the room and he nodded with a grin.
“Yes.” I was thinking my mysterious husband would be unapproachable,someone that I would be scared of talking to but right now,he looked so friendly.
“You’re beautiful.”He said to me and moved closer to me.
I blinked,minutely.
What was this sudden change in his facial expression?
“Get on the bed,my wife!”He ordered.
Madam Valentina had said intimacy wasn’t part of this.
I moved away from him,shaking my head in fear.
“No…”
“Don’t be shy.You’ll like this.”He cooed.
"Ah..." As I tried to run past him,he held me back and flung me onto the bed.
No! Not like this!
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