006. "You thought I was being harsh? This is the beginning of your troubles."

Tyler's POV

As much as I had gotten what I had really wanted and Becky had already been made my wife, I had a very big dilemma; getting her to love me. I could visibly see the coldness in her eyes and the look of disdain she addressed me with anytime I tried to make a romantic move towards her. I was on top of the moon and I suddenly felt being dragged to the dark depths of hell.

The coldness and the hatred was so much that we slept in different rooms on our wedding night. I wanted to win her heart so badly, but I didn't know how to go about it. I devised some romantic plans to help her swing to my side. I decided to carry out my plan the next day.

As early as six, I stepped out of bed and headed to the kitchen downstairs. I could hear the clattering of plates and utensils as Alicia, the chef, was busy.

"Alicia, you're relieved of your duty today." It was if she was jolted back to life from a long trance by a megavolt of electricity. She spun around and almost lost balance in the process.

"Sir, relieved? I do my work diligently and accordingly, I've never made a culinary mistake. I'm really sorry for whatever I might have done, don't relieve me of my job sir."

It took me close to two minutes to understand her fear and confusion and I finally realized it was my choice of words that had caused the feeling for the poor girl.

"I didn't mean you were fired. I just meant that you have been given an holiday for this morning. I wanna make breakfast for my wife myself" I said, with a smile breaking out of the corner of my lips.

She still looked utterly confused. I understood her confusion "Alicia, why don't you go into the mansion's compound, look for the security guards and tell them you wanna go round for a routine check of security equipment in the mansion. It's an order!"

in spite of her confusion, she took off her apron and proceeded towards the direction of the security outpost to carry out my order. I strapped the apron, picked up the recipe book and decided to make breakfast for my baby.

After scanning through the contents of the recipe book, I decided to go for apple pie, which wouldn't take long and less stress to prepare. I got down to mixing the ingredients and and leaving it in the oven to bake.

I decided to go check on my angel in the guest room she was sleeping and wake her up in the most romantic manner but what I got was the biggest shock of my life.

When I got close to give her a peck on her cheek, I was greeted with an heavy slap that made me lose control. I didn't feel much hurt from the physical weight of the high octance slap but from the emotional neurones that had been ruptured when the slap connected to his brain. Next he heard was shrieking and screaming.

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Becky's POV

I couldn't sleep the whole night. My mind was all thinking about Ephraim and how he would react if he heard I got married to another man just to claim properties. I wished I could see my dead father right now and ask him a series of questions. I rolled over to the other side of the bed when I heard the knob of the door turn.

I half opened my eye and realized it was the devilish demon gardener that had intruded my privacy and come into my room. I then decided to feign sleep to make him go away but I felt him come closer. Before I knew it, I could feel his hot breath against my cheeks.

Knowing that he wanted to give me a peck, I reacted instantly. I gave him a slap which was nothing compared to the plans I had for him. He stared at me in shock and disbelief.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I could feel the anger rising in me and my blood boiling. I was about to throw a feat off rage.

"Who gave you the right to lay your filthy, postricken hands on me?" I asked him with coldness in my eyes. I was ready to peel off his skin with hatred.

"If you don't get out of my presence right now, I would call the police and accuse you of assault and battery."

"But, what have I done to deserve all this?" He asked still rubbing his cheeks. His part of the cheek was already red.

"All I've done was to show you love and care, trying my best to make you happy in our new found relationship." he said, a pleading look on his face.

"You can take your love and feed it to the dogs...or better still, give it to the maid; she is more your style" I retorted, my voice dripping with venom.

A smile broke out on his face and he talked again. "We're in this together, whether you like it or not, we have to make this work out, we're stuck with each other forever"

"I'd rather jump into the lagoon and get eaten by crocodiles than to accept you into my life forever. You'll always be the poor gardener that I've always known."

The words stung him like scorpion's venom. "Now, that was way too harsh"

"Oh, lover boy, was that too harsh on you, intruding my life isn't hard for you right? Enchanting my father is too easy right? Threatening to twist my very own existence isn't hard, right?"

I realized that I was even wasting my time talking to him. I got up and headed towards the bathroom to just freshen up and get out of the suffocating house. Then I faced him again. "You thought I was being harsh? This is the beginning of your troubles."