CHAPTER 2

SAMARAH’S POV

“Your gown is hideous. It’s way too casual.”

“Your suit is hideous. It doesn’t even suit you.”

“What is up with your hair color? Why is it brown? Don't you know weddings are formal events? Why didn't you dye it black?”

“Why do you complain so much anyway? Don't you know gay guys are supposed to marry other guys? Why the hell am I even here?”

That shut him up real quick. We had been bickering non-stop ever since the ceremony ended. We headed straight to their mansion so I could be introduced to his family today.

“What is wrong with you two?! Mom is literally right in front of us! She might hear you!” 

Auntie Yassy hissed at us. We were walking into the house now. His grandma led the way, followed by his parents, his aunt and uncle, and then us. The younger cousins brought up the rear. 

Seriously, just walking inside felt like a whole d*mn parade.

“Ma'am, he's been insulting me this whole time,” I whined, putting on my best pitiful act. I even threw in a pout to make it extra effective. Hehehe!

“Rowan, I'm telling you, you're only making things harder for yourself with that high-and-mighty attitude of yours!”

Smack!

“Ouch!” 

The moment his aunt whacked him with her folding fan and turned away, I flashed him a smug smirk and secretly gave him the finger. 

“You spawn of Satan,” he muttered under his breath.

“Ma'am, look, he just called me a spawn of Satan.” 

His aunt whipped her head around and glared at him again. I leaned in and whispered, 

“I get a bonus everytime he picks a fight, right?”

“Yes, just for the love of God, shut up.” 

Before we knew it, we were already in the living room. 

“And call me Auntie, will you? People are going to catch on.”

“What are you guys whispering about over there?” 

His dying grandma asked with a warm smile. 

“Come sit over here, dear.” 

She gestured to the sofa right next to her, and we quickly complied.

I struggled hard, dragging and pulling my gown while my absolute gem of a husband didn't lift a single finger to help me. The entire family sat there, just watching me struggle until I finally managed to sit down.

“Sorry about that, the gown is just really long.” I smiled at them and settled in. 

I was facing his mom and his youngest sibling, while his grandma was on my right and he was on my left.

“Good evening,” 

I greeted his mom, but she just sneered at me. Excuse me? What’s with the attitude, sis?

“How are you doing, dear?” his grandma asked, taking my hand.

“I'm good! How about you? Are you doing okay? Is it true you're dying soon?”

They all gasped. Rowan started aggressively elbowing my arm. 

“Hey! Stop it, that hurts!”

“Insolent! Where on earth did you dig up this girl, Rowan?!” his mother shrieked, instantly slamming her hands down and standing up.

“Don't talk to my Mom that way,” his dad interjected. 

The guy looked exactly like Princess Merida’s dad, absolutely massive build with a mountain of thick facial hair.

“It's fine, calm down, everyone. Hahaha! You are quite something, dear. How old are you?” 

Grandma was still being incredibly sweet to me, so I flashed her a big smile.

“Twenty-nine, Grandma.”

“Oh, so you're younger than Rowan. Where did you two meet? We honestly never expected him to have a girlfriend. That boy has been avoiding women his entire life!”

I shot a panicked look at Auntie Yassy and Rowan. What the hell was I supposed to say?

“Dear?” Grandma called, pulling my attention back.

“U-uh, well, you see... we've actually been classmates since elementary and high school. Then during college, he used to always hang out at the coffee shop where I worked. That's how we ended up in a relationship.”

“That is so lame,” Rowan muttered beside me. 

I immediately jabbed my elbow into his ribs.

“Back when he was in college? At your workplace?” 

Is Rowan’s mom deaf? I should ask her later. 

“Meaning, you didn't go to college?”

I offered a small, tight smile and shook my head. “I didn't get to finish.”

His parents exchanged a heavy, meaningful look. 

“What was your major?” His mom's eyes started scanning me from head to toe, completely judging me.

“N-nursing.” I could literally feel them judging my entire existence.

“Ah, the typical major for people desperate to escape poverty. I see.” She nodded to herself. 

Yep, now I know exactly where this closeted prince inherited his toxic, garbage personality.

“That’s enough interrogation. You two should go get some rest. Dear, I already had the master’s bedroom prepared for you and Rowan. That will be your room from now on, alright?”

“What?! Aww!” 

I violently stomped on his foot and gave Grandma a radiant smile.

“Thank you so much, Grandma! Don't you worry, I'll give you a great-grandchild right away. How many do you want?”

Rowan and I walked hand-in-hand toward the bedroom. It was glaringly obvious that his parents hated my guts, but Grandma clearly ruled this household. So of course, I was going to suck up to the big boss. A girl’s gotta play it smart!

“Do you think you can handle three sets of twins?”