Chapter 9: he is nothing like my ex husband

Stella pov

After staying with my parents for a while and reassuring them that I was all right, they let me leave.

I left and went back to Jonathan's mansion. When I returned home, I was told he wasn’t home by a maid who came to welcome me back.

I guess he has business to attend to.

“Will Mr Jonathan be coming back today?” I asked the maid who came to welcome me home.

“No, Mrs Stella ,he told us he will be returning back home tomorrow morning,” she replied respectfully, and I nodded in understanding.

I breathed a sigh of relief because even though I want to talk to him, I don’t think I can do it face to face. At the end of the day, he's a dangerous man. I know he is in the mafia, I just don't know how deep he is in the mafia organisation.

So ,he isn't someone I can mess with.

“Make me dinner, I am hungry You can go” I told her, waving my hand dismissively, and she bowed gently before heading off to the kitchen. I went straight to my room to rest.

I woke up the next morning and got dressed. When I came out to the dining table, there he was, sitting and having his breakfast. I know I came out early, so I wondered when he came back home without my knowledge.

“Good morning Mr Jonathan” I greeted him ,as I pulled out a chair and sat down. His eyes followed my every movement.

“Stop calling me Mr Jonathan , you can call me by my name Jonathan, or find something else to call me. We have to make our marriage believable in the public eyes,” he corrected my greeting, placing his spoon down.

I gulped and nodded in understanding.

“Yes Jonathan ,I will call you by your name from now on” I told him quietly, and he nodded in approval.

The only reason I did not call his name was because he's a dangerous man. Even though I haven't seen him doing anything to anybody yet, I don't want to see it, and I don't want to get on his bad side ,as he is treating me well.

“You asked to see me?” Jonathan asked, and took his glass of water and took two small sips from it

“Yes ,I wanted to see you,” I said as I dropped my fork, my fingers trembling slightly.

“I know this is a contract marriage but I want to walk and get my finances in order. I told him because I did not want my family living like poor beggars.”

“That is done, you can work in one of my companies ,it is a legal company, So you don't have to worry about getting into trouble with the police,” Jonathan told me as he took another sip from his glass of water.

“I want to go out freely without anyone watching me,” I informed him.

He tilted his head to the side, studying me.

“Since we got married have I ever stopped you from visiting your parents,even though you owe me a lot of money you can do as you please” Jonathan told me, taking a spoonful of rice and placing it in his mouth.

“But you sent someone to follow me.”

He shook his head dismissively, chewing slowly while watching me in silence.

“I didn't send someone to follow you but your parents owe me a debt, and you have not repaid it completely. So I need to keep an eye on them so they won't run away” he informed me.

“Don't send men to my parents house anymore ,I am here with you.” I told him, he watched me with calm eyes and I didn't flinch or look away.

After swallowing his food, he picked up his phone from the dining table and made a call.

“Remove the name of my wife's parents from the list of people that need to be monitored.” He told the person.

I sighed in relief.

He ended the call and looked up at me.

“It is done. Is there anything else you need ?” he inquired as he wiped his mouth with a napkin.

“No ,thank you,” I said with a small smile.

He scoffed.

“Didn't I tell you not to thank you ,because I haven't done anything for you. Don't expect too much from me, just because of the little kindness I showed you, because I would disappoint you and it will hurt you,” he said coldly.

He drank his water, grabbed his phone, and walked away from the dining table.

His words made me pause. I wondered if there was something he wanted to do to me. It made me think about when we met ,why he was there and why he saved me?

Though I saw him kill those four kidnappers in cold blood, I never thought to go to the police station to report what happened.

I sighed and shook my head. It doesn’t matter. I just need to think of myself now.

After breakfast, I went upstairs to my room to prepare my documents, since he said he would give me a job. I was still thinking about whether to accept his offer or look for a job myself , that was when my leg slipped on the stairs.

“Ah!” I yelled as I fell backward, closing my eyes, waiting for the impact and pain, but a hand pressed firmly against my back, making me regain my balance

I turned around and saw Jonathan.

“Thank…”

He tsked cutting me off.

“Are you a kid ? Why can't you watch where you're going? You want to fall down the stairs, when there is no water on the floor,” he hissed, clicking his tongue in annoyance, as he walked past me and went upstairs.

I stood there, shocked, watching him reach the top of the stairs.

“Thank you,” I said loudly.

He didn’t reply, but I knew he heard me.

So I just smiled.