LOGINCLEOPATRA'S POV I dashed into the kitchen with insuppressible rage, my limbs trembling from the bitter well of anger that just developed in my heart. I hate him, how dare that Lorenzo threat me like trash. Forcing me to cook for his mistress. Is he some kind of an idiot. No problem, since he wants to humiliate me. I will do same. Let's see who would lose this game. “Luna you're back already. Did the alpha not like his coffee," Dante doubted the moment his eyes fell upon me. His breathing was rampant, trembling as though he faint any moment now. “You wish. He didn't even taste it. Last time I do anything nice for that dude," I grumbled, walked past him to the kitchen cabinet and grabbed a well folded pink apron. Throwing it firmly over my mimi blue night dress. “What?" He doubted, nonplussed by my out outburst “Never mind" I dismissed immediately. Dante might be friendly to me but I know the truth... he was loyal Lorenzo. "I step aside so I could cook." He moved away, but st
CLEOPATRA’S POVWe stood in a deafening silence. Neither of us willing to break it.The air between us was razor-sharp, threatening to cut through our very own soul.The hucker clung to Lorenzo’s side like a parasite wearing lipstick, while he continued glaring at me like I was the problem.“Caitlin are you really going to disrespect your husband like this infront of a stranger?" Lorenzo questioned through gritting teeth, his brows furrowed.I swallowed hard, my heart threatening to leap out of my chest.“Lorenzo, it's fine. I should have just avoided her completely," The witch faked innocence.I rolled my eyes, could she be more fake.Lorenzo turned to her, his jawbone clinged tightly. “Even so, you are my guest and should be threatened with respect."Then he turned to me, his gaze sharp like a blade. “Caitlin apologize immediately, or you will see a side of me you have never seen before," He threatened, his tone venomous.This wasn’t going anywhere good.I breathed in, forcing mys
CLEOPATRA’S POVI barely slept that night.Even after Lorenzo slammed the door in my face, the moment I crawled back into my room the moans started again, muffled, but still there, still clawing at my ears, still slicing through my pride.“Ahh..Daddy...”I buried my head under two pillows, then three. I tossed. I turned. I punched the bed. I even threatened the ceiling at one point. Nothing worked. Their shamelessness had no mercy, not even on a soul desperately trying not to lose her mind.When the sun finally crawled into the sky, I felt like I’d been chewed, swallowed, and spat back out by a very emotional lion.Still, I forced myself out of bed, brushed my hair, washed my face, and marched into the kitchen. If Lorenzo wanted to act like a barbarian, I would show him what class and composure truly looked like.I brewed the strongest coffee imaginable with Dante's help of course, though I wasn't sure it was very good. The smell alone could resurrect the dead, or probably kill someon
CLEOPATRA'S POV I laid in my bed, turning endlessly as the annoying moans from the visitors room. “Ahh Daddy! Harder!" Her erotic moans flooded the air. Her tone was breathy, hinting at ecstasy. My body trembled with rage. I grabbed my pillow blocking my ears with it, but still the moans persisted. I grumbled, punching the bed angrily as I rose to a sitting position, anger welling up in my chest.“Gosh! just shut up," I yelled to myself, trying to compose myself, yet my anger only kept creeping to the surface.“Cleo you can do this. Just think of it as a noisy fish, which is going to be simmered in oil anytime, marinated with fine lemon juice and all the chilly you can eat," I told myself, closing my eyes as I imagined the beautiful scene, my mom starting to water from hunger. I use my mind's eye to visualize a big, juice fish well plated on a glamorous bowl, with catch up, hot sauce and mustard. I imagined myself seating before that table. I broke up a slice of that juice fish,
CLEOPATRA’S POV Vivian and Sam leaned close, their faces suddenly serious. The playful energy from earlier disappeared, replaced with the same fierce loyalty they had always shown me.“Cleo, listen,” Vivian began, folding her arms. “You love him. Okay. Fine. I know I am a bit of a money freak but Cleo baby love without respect is slavery.”Sam nodded quickly. “Exactly! and we as your friends can't just stand back and watch you die in a loveless marriage."“I assure you. I wouldn't die, so don't worry about it. I am a tough woman, you already know that," I assured, caressing the backs of their palms.Vivian broke into a small smile, as she turned to Sam.“We knew you were going to say that.So we came up with something.” She tapped the table twice, like she was calling for attention. “Three tests.”I blinked. “Three… what?”“Tests,” Vivian repeated. “If he passes them, then maybe he deserves the old you’s forgiveness. If he fails…” She shrugged with a wicked smile. “Then, babe, you m
CLEOPATRA'S POV I waited patiently at the dinning for Lorenzo to arrive, and sure enough he did that 30 minutes later, dressed in a half unbuttoned silk shirt, a red fitting tuxedo thrown over it. His hair, slightly damned was combed back, left to fall freely with reckless abandon. He smelled of Lavender and mint. In his right hand, was a sparkling black briefcase.He was just about to walk out of the living room, when I spotted him. “Lorenzo, breakfast is served," I informed with a gigantic smile, refusing to believe all his harsh words from earlier. Earlier, I had been so hurt, and wanted to request for a divorce immediately, but after a moment of deep thought, I realized. That was impossible... The great Lorenzo Quavas wouldn't marry someone just to force his claim on her.I mean thinking about it now. He would have easily stated his claim on me, and taken me ask his mistress without all this hassle. He would have easily forced himself on me at this point if he was truly more







