Alina
"Dad?" I saw him sitting with one leg propped over his other, like he owned the house.
"Mia," he stood up once I entered the living room. "Sit." I followed and joined him, taking a place opposite from his position.
"Theodore isn't here if you came to meet him."
"I'm not here to see him. I'm here to see you." Why would he want to see me? He never really paid any visits to my room when we lived in the same house. Now he has traveled all the way up here, to see me. What does he want now?
"How are you both getting along?" Why did he care?
"Um. I'm not sure. I never talked to him." Why did he think that I would get along with the man who I literally met for like a total of fifteen minutes, exclusive of the time spent at our own wedding?
"Well, I have to inform you that we cannot have that." What had gotten into him all of a sudden? "You need to make sure he takes a liking to you. It would be even better if you were carrying his heir by the next month or so." Was he seriously saying that? I frowned, looking at him. Where was he even going with all of this?
"Gain his trust. That's what you have to do, since you are his wife now. Make the most of the time you see him around yourself."
"Why does it even matter?"
"Don't ask questions. Do as you are told!" He scolded me like I was a ten-year-old. Not interested, is what I wanted to tell him. But why get in a debate with this man when you can simply choose to ignore his existence? Giving him a single nod, I agreed. Honestly, I just wanted to do something to get him out of here. He was spoiling my peace. Again.
"Good. Remember my words, Alina. It would not only benefit me, but you the most. I am only looking out for my daughter, knowing the kind of man he is." Huh! What a hypocrite! He just said, this was all for his benefit.
"Well if you really care about me, and are actually looking out for me, then why did you get me married to him anyways?" I fired at him. This was the first time I dared to question his actions. Maybe because I wasn't living under the same roof as him. And I knew that he couldn't do anything here to me. There were servants and guards all around the property. And we could surely not ignore the cameras that were installed in every corner of the house.
I saw his fist clench. "You dare question me, Alina? Do I have to remind you of who you are?" He gritted out forcefully.
"I know who I am, dad. And I also know who I'd want to be." Not your daughter, I wanted to add, but couldn't.
"Then you better drill my words in your thick head, Alina. I'm warning you. Do not mess anything up."
"I wouldn't have to, dad. You do it by yourself, for the most part."
"Haven't you grown an attitude the moment you stepped foot out of my house? Trust me Alina, if I can get you married to him, then I can get you divorced from him sooner than you think. So it's better if you follow what I say. Or it wouldn't end well." He was trying to do it again. Dominate me to cut my voice. Honestly, who cares what he says? Haven't I done enough by marrying the most obnoxious person on this earth for his sake? His company is out of debt, he's gotten rid of me. What more does he even want now?
"I will do whatever you want." I just wanted him to leave.
"That's what I thought." That was all he wanted to hear, before marching his way out of the house. Shaking my head, I got up and retired to my room.
Only continuing my creative fantasies could get me out of the sour mood my oh-so-great dad had put me in. With that, I opened my laptop and started tapping the keys, accelerating the production of dopamine in my body. Writing was therapy for me. The only thing that could bring me temporarily away from my little dispirited life, and the terrible people existing in it. Only God knows how I manage to put up with them.
I didn't realize for how long I delved into my fantasy world, until my neck started to hurt. "Oh damn," I groaned and yawned, bending it from side to side to loosen up a little. Huffing out a sigh, I shut the flap of my laptop, before getting off of the compact table and making my way to the kitchen. It was almost 4 pm. Damn, I really lost track of time.
I entered the kitchen to see two chefs and Martha discussing something.
"What's cookin'?" I asked, picking an apple from the fruit basket on the kitchen slab.
"Oh, Miss Alina. I thought you were resting. We were just deciding on what to make for dinner. Would you like something specific to eat today?" I thought over it but had a different idea.
"How about I cook? I really feel like being creative today," I stated, with excitement. That was all I could do here, anyway. The rest of the time I would be writing. Or sitting bored.
"Um, are you sure, Miss Alina? I mean, our chefs can cook any type of cuisine you'd like."
"I am aware," I moved towards the refrigerator to search for some vegetables. "But not today. You guys can help me chop these up." I smiled, handing them the veggies I picked out. They really didn't have a choice but to obey me. I didn't give them any.
"Sure," Martha said a little hesitantly. I decided to make Tarragon steak with sauteed veggies and fries as the side. I was really in the mood for that.
Once I was done, I handed the plating over to the chefs. Exactly at that time, I heard some commotion and movement in the living room, announcing that Theodore was back.
"I'll freshen up. Why don't you take care of the plating and serve your sweetest Mr.Maxwell, and then bring some up for me in my room." I was about to turn to leave, when I heard Martha speak.
"Miss Alina?" I turned around to look at her. "Would you like to join us here, in the kitchen for dinner? That is after we serve Mr Maxwell? The staff usually have dinner together after serving Mr.Maxwell." A smile bloomed on my face as I realized the incident from the morning. Aww, they liked me already. Was I finally making friends?
"Sure," I couldn't help but smile genuinely.
Theodore I was fucking exhausted. My blood boiled thinking I was still not the sole owner of the company I had invested my blood and sweat in. Just thinking that it would take three more fucking months was enough to send me over the edge all over again. I took deep breaths after firing a few orders to the gate staff. I really need to calm myself down before I kill someone. "Mr, Maxwell," one of the guards bowed down before me as I slumped on the couch in the living room. "I just wanted to inform you that Mr. Roosevelt visited earlier." What the fucking was that lousy rat doing here? Did I not make it clear that I didn't want his presence in my place? Was it not enough that I already had one of his offspring strolling in my house like she is the fucking queen here? "Why?" My mood was already sour, I didn't need that fucker to make it worse. But curious is what my mind is. And the urge to keep my eyes open and know everything happening in my vicinity was hard to ignore. "He came t
Alina The next day, I was surprised to see Millie in my room, shaking me brutally out of my sleep. "Wake up Alina! It's 2pm!" I heard her piercing voice as I rolled on my bed. "What the heck?" I groaned quietly, before clamping a pillow on top of my ears to cover them and block her shrilling voice. "Come on, Alina! It's the first time I came to meet you after your wedding, and this is how you welcome me?" "Well you should have called and given me a warning then," I mumbled to myself in my groggy voice, before sitting up on the bed. "What did you say?" She asked, holding her waist. "Nothing," I moved the comforter to get out of my bed before heading to the bathroom to freshen up. After quickly brushing my teeth and washing my face, I headed out to see her sprawled on the couch in my room, like she owned it. "I've got to say, this is one freaking comfortable couch. I could spend the rest of my life lying on it." I rolled my eyes at her comment. "But Alina?" God, when wil
TheodoreDamn! This coffee. Why the fuck does she make it so good? It was so hard for me to contain my expression in front of her. Of course, I don't want to give her the idea that I like it. I can never give her satisfaction.I heard a knock on the door and Anders came into my office.“Why is Martha slacking off?” I fired immediately and he looked confused at me. Eyeing the coffee in my hand and then my face, he finally decided to say something.“Did she not make the coffee well?” He asked, scratching his head.“No. Actually she didn't make it at all. She is not present here in the first place.”“Oh,” oh? That's all he has to say?“Why wasn't I informed?”“I'm not sure, Mr. Maxwell. I didn't kn
Alina “How's your mother?” I started the conversation as Martha and I were having lunch. “She is doing better, Miss Alina. Thank you for asking.” I nodded. I was about to continue the conversation when I heard footsteps in the house. Who was here at this time? My question was answered when Theodore appeared in the kitchen’s doorway, followed by Anders holding a bag. What was he doing here so early? Like always, he had his hands tucked in his dresspants and the same hard, stoic expression plastered on his face. He looked at me before his eyes fell on Martha. “Why wasn't I informed of you leaving before work hours?” I heard Theodore's hard voice, making Martha tremble and look down. “I did inform before leaving, Mr Maxwell,” she said timidly, looking at her feet. This obnoxious man was scaring her for no reason when I clearly told him that it was a family emergency. “Yeah? Who exactly?” He took a step forth to intimidate her further. Was he seriously doing this? For what reaso
Alina Silence enveloped us as I got into the luxurious Limousine. I swear, this guy was just so extra. We would have reached just fine in any small car to our venue. But now that I think about it, he wouldn't have a normal Toyota standing in his garage anyway. I had an idea it would be full of BMWs, Audis, Ferraris and Lambos. Is there any brand I'm missing? If yes, then add it to the list. I heaved a sigh, looking out of the window as the driver drove in silence. I felt Theodore’s gaze pinning me at intervals, since he was sitting beside me on the same seat, just with a little gap. But did I look back at him to let him know I was aware? No. I don't want to make things more awkward than they already are. Which still reminds me of my unanswered question. Why the heck did I have to go with him anyway? Guess I'll never know. The drive ended and I had no clue of my surroundings, of where we were currently. I was about to open the door, when I felt a hand grabbing my wrist and stoppi
Alina My cheeks were hurting from all the smiling I had done for the night and decided to take a break. Gosh, this woman could hardly get tired, and unfortunately for Thoedore's sake, I had to put up with her. I had finally learned that the party was to acknowledge their 30th wedding anniversary, so I congratulated her. She introduced me to a number of her friends, including the wives of some important business men and influential people I gave no two shits about. Finally, she introduced me to her son, Nathan. So that was the person Mr.Summers had mentioned earlier. He was one fine man with an alluring personality, but by the way he was smirking all the time, and trying to flirt with me, even after knowing I was a freaking married woman, there was no doubt he was a playboy. Soft music started paying and the irritating man opened his mouth to speak. “Care to have this dance?” Fuck. I really wished Mrs. Summers had not left me alone with him! “No actually. I can't really dance. A
Theodore This freaking woman! First she had to look like an enchantress in that dress, capturing every single man's attention in the hall in no time. And then she has the fucking audacity to go to a corner with my biggest enemy? Yes she looked fucking gorgeous in the gown! So much that I momentarily forgot to even respond or remember that I was angry at her at the time of leaving. She left me breathless! But that didn't mean I would let her ruin my plans for the night. I needed this deal with Mr.Summers. It was my final step to beat Nathan in his own fucking games. And all I needed was for my wife to not mess it up. It wasn't that I was jealous of the attention other men were giving. It was for the sake of my reputation! The media loves to talk and to create scandals for no reason. I couldn't bear to find one; my wife and my biggest rival. It would be a mess. Why the hell did she have to leave the hall all alone and come to this secluded area in the first place? If not Nathan, t
Alina I knew Theodore was an angry bull. But I didn't realize he would go to this extent. It was childish, but still I couldn't just stand and stare knowing his hand was bleeding. It was freaking dripping with blood. His knuckles were completely busted. I'm surprised he didn't even flinch as I applied the antiseptic to his skin. Instead, all this while, I just felt his hot gaze, pinning holes in my head. That had my stomach churning in nervousness. Knowing that you are being watched, every move you make is being thoroughly observed would send anybody's nerves on wrack. Especially if it included standing close to a raging bull like Theodore Maxwell. This man had serious anger issues. By now, I'm pretty sure he was deprived of mother's care and attention. Not to be judgemental or anything, but that's just my way of coping with people who are walking volcanoes. Yep, mommy surely didn't love him enough to turn him into a good boy. That's why his pants are always on fire. I suppressed a g