Chapter 0004

•RAFAEL•

“Why is she here, Rafael?” Polly asked after pulling me aside during lunch with Narra.

“I married her. She’s my wife. That’s why she’s here.”

“Your wife? Are you crazy? After what her father did to our family, you married her daughter? Why?” She frowned.

“I know what I’m doing, and I have a plan. You must trust me, Polly.”

“God, no. You must get rid of her before I do something to her because I won’t tolerate this. Her father took everything from us. He ruined our lives.”

“Narra Colombo is our key.”

Polly looked at me and scoffed. “You better not sleep with her, or I will kill her while you watch,” she snarled before she walked away.

I shook my head and went to the dining room, and found Narra clearing the table. She stopped and turned around when she heard me approaching behind her.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend your sister. Is she mad at me?” She asked.

“No, she’s okay. Next time I invite you for lunch with her, keep your mouth shut and remember your place.”

She nodded before she took the plates and left the room.

My sister Polly was stubborn and wouldn’t listen to anything I would say about my marriage to Narra. She wouldn’t even understand why I married Narra.

My cell phone rang when I got to my home office. I sat in the chair behind my desk and leaned back.

“Sir, we’ve received the stock from Montelli, and he will expect to see you at his club. Tonight at 8 PM.”

I hung up the call and informed my men to be ready at 8 PM. I didn’t want to be unprepared for the meeting when Montelli might have planned something against me.

***

“Are you going to show me off to your business associates so they will laugh at me?” She asked when the car drove to a stop outside Montelli’s nightclub.

“You’re here because Montelli knows we got married a few days ago, and I want him to meet you.”

“Your sister told me I don’t belong in your home because of what my father did. Is it the money that he owed you?”

I looked at her and scoffed. “Let’s go inside. I hate being late to my meetings.”

I hopped out of the car and opened the door for her. When we walked in, a bouncer directed us to Montelli’s VIP room.

There were strippers, waiters, and drinks inside. Narra asked to use the bathroom while I sat with Montelli and concluded our business.

My bodyguard placed the briefcase of cash on the counter, and Montelli’s men counted the money.

When they were done and confirmed it was all there, Montelli and I stood up from our chairs and shook hands.

“You are a good businessman, Sterling. Hopefully, we will work on more projects together. I am particularly interested in the new logistics business you’ve established. Think about it, and I might chip in a good amount of investment.”

“We will talk, Montelli,” I smirked before I turned around and walked down the stairs to the ground floor, and that’s when I saw her.

“Let me go, Chris. Let me go,” she mumbled as I approached them and grabbed the guy by his shirt.

“You heard her, boy. Leave her alone unless you want me to break your legs,” I threatened him, pissed that he dared to approach her while she was with me.

“You will break my legs?” He laughed. “Did she tell you she was moaning my name two weeks ago? Aneira is mine.”

‘Aneira?’ I thought as I looked at her, confused because Narra’s mother told me that Aneira died a week before Narra and I got married.

“He’s mistaking me for my late sister. I don’t know him, Rafael. Please, let’s leave this place.” She looked at me, and I turned and looked at the guy before I let him go with a warning.

When we got inside the car, I pressed my hand on my thigh, fighting the urge to call Jaxson to sort out the guy at the club.

For his sake, I hoped I would never bump into him ever again, or he would be a dead man.

When we got home, I closed the door behind Narra before I pushed her against the wall and placed my hand on her neck.

“Were you involved with him before?”

“No, Rafael. I don’t — I don’t know him.” She was panting, her forehead sweating as she looked at me in horror.

“He called you Aneira."

“Aneira’s my late twin sister. We looked alike, and the guy thought I was her. He doesn’t know that my sister had died. You must believe me.”

“Fine,” I released my grip on her neck. “You’re my wife, and I don’t want to see another man speaking to you or even looking at you. Do you understand?”

She nodded before she hurried past me and went to her room down the hallway. She was sniffling when she disappeared into the hallway.

***

Later that evening, after dinner, I headed upstairs to my room when I heard a commotion down the hallway.

“You’re clumsy and ugly. My brother can never be your husband, even in your grave. Do you hear me? This whole charade will be over soon when I make him see he can’t be married to the daughter of our enemy.”

“Why do you hate me? What have I done to you and your brother?”

“You shouldn’t be here, bastard!”

“Polly, ahh!” Narra screamed after I heard a slap.

I rushed to them and got shocked when I found Polly cornering Narra, who had her hand on her cheek.

“Polly, what’s going on here?”

“This thing shouldn’t be here, Rafael. When is she leaving?”

I grabbed Narra’s hand and stood in front of her. “Don’t lay your hand on her again, little sister. Do you hear me? Narra is my wife, and I will handle my marriage with her the way I want.”

“I see,” she scoffed. “If she doesn’t raise our parents from the dead, she will join them,” she huffed before she walked away.