Chapter 6: “Terrorizing Frieda Enriquez”

FRIEDA’S POV 

Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, my husband proved to me he had just started playing his cruel game, and he wasn’t stopping anytime soon. 

The smirk on both their faces struck me like an arrow—like a planned out script for a new movie titled “Terrorizing Frieda Enriquez.” 

I haven’t seen my sister in ten years. 

TEN WHOLE YEARS since I managed to escape her haunting, creeping shadow and become my own person. 

“Everyone, I introduce you to Serena. She will be living with us now, and making sure the house stays in order while I get better. So I want everyone to welcome and treat her well,” he said. His voice, bold and commanding.

“Oh, Mikeyyy!” She rushed forward and pecked him on the cheek. I remained frozen, as if in trance, half-expecting to wake from the nightmare that was in front of me. 

“Thanks for inviting me. Oh, dear, you poor thing! I hopped in the jet and came in as soon as you called. I’m so sorry. Everything is going to be fine.” 

“Nice to meet you all. I’m so much fun. Oooo…I’m excited!” She cackled. 

The way she rushed, threw herself at him and rubbed his shoulders and the way he welcomed her, smiling, knowing fully well who she was made me sick to my stomach. 

So all this while my husband was this close to my sister and I didn’t know?

He was close to something so sour and poisonous, that I had cut off years ago. Who knows what nonsense she’s filled his head with to instigate more toxic behavior from him. 

Although the room seems to like her energy at first, it shifts to an awkward vibe. The devil can’t hide behind a mask for long. 

“Wow! The house is gorgeous! It took a while for me to get here cause my driver got lost at the damn entrance! 

“You should’ve told me you had a whole city here. Gosh! I would’ve come in with a chopper or something.” She rolled her eyes playfully and chuckled. 

“My bad. I forgot how much of a drama queen you are. Don’t worry, next time I’ll deliver a custom-made chopper with your name on it, and a red carpet reading, ‘Welcome Queen Serena’.” He responded. I raised an eyebrow. 

Who is this? Cause it’s definitely not the strict husband I married that always takes everything seriously and has no sense of humor. 

“HAHAAHA! MIKEYYY!” She cackled—forced, irritating and intentional.

Everything about her is fake and has an ulterior motive. I just don’t know what it is yet. 

 “Should teach a course to the boys on how to treat a woman so bad she can’t stay away.” Her smirk deepened as she bit her lip, her eyes locked on him in a way meant to humiliate me.

He twirled her around from his chair. He gave her a sexy gaze, dangerous, hungry and wanting. He kept entertaining her nonsense, not just in front of me but in front of everyone. 

The energy in the room got really weird. He wanted everyone to see us as the perfect couple, but here he was, openly flirting with my sister who got surgery to look like me. 

The irony. Geez. 

His plan to terrorize me started working cause I began boiling with rage.

The way he admired her you would think they’ve been married for a long time. And what pissed me off more, was not even the fact that he had a mistress, it’s the fact that it was my evil sister and they weren’t even trying to hide it. 

Like I meant nothing. Had no feelings of my own. Just a pawn in their sick little game. 

“Get out of here, you sick, insane, harlot!” I snapped before I could stop myself.

As I stood up for myself, I felt good. Like very fucking good. The atmosphere in the room turned cold and silent. 

I glared at the witch herself, my eyes burning with rage, my heartbeat pumping fast. She finally caught up to my presence, scanning me with the sly focus of a fox with a nasty grimace. Her eyes struck me cold: a mix of disdain, anger and envy. 

Michael sat there, fierce. He loved that he could flip my switch. He looked like a dangerous puppet master that just finished the starters and was hungry for the main course. 

Even though I felt great in the moment, I couldn’t help but feel my anxiety rise. My hands started shaking and got sweaty.

“Everyone, leave us. I would like to have a chat with my wife and Serena.” The puppet master broke his silence, commanding his army. 

“Frey, darling, I haven’t even been here for a sec and you’re already having an outburst. Girl, take a chill pill. I’m here for vacation. I didn’t come here to fight you, sweetheart, not when you look unwell.” The witch spoke, her mouth rushed like a tap, void of any empathy. 

I gave her a vicious glare, my eyeballs darting over her like a predator sizing up its prey, then turned to my captor: “What are you doing? Why is she here? She can’t be here. This is completely absurd!” 

Tension in the room grew fast and I exploded: “I hate you! You treacherous, bitch! Get out of my life!” 

I took off my shoe and threw it at her, but she dodged. “Frieda! How dare you?!” She burst into flames and came at me like a wild lion. 

Michael was blown away. His eyes shot open, not just in shock, but amusement at the chaos unfolding. 

His parents should have named him manipulation. 

“You identity thieving psycho! Leave me alone! Why can’t you let me be?! You will never ever be me! Get out of my matrimonial home!” I continued firing. 

“You lowlife, good for nothing brat. Don’t let any of these deceive you!” Her hands swept across the room, emphasizing every lavish detail. 

“You are a nobody! And the only reason you have any value at all is because of Michael over here!” She sneered. 

“So don’t you dare disrespect the finger that feeds you, you ungrateful moron!” She slapped me across the face. The sharp sting flared against my cheek, and before I could think, I pulled her hair. She shoved me hard, and I fell to the floor. 

“You are not on my level, Frieda! You will never come close to my league!” 

“Mikeyy do something, she’s insane!” She spun around and planted herself behind him, pulling out her phone to record me. 

“Touch me again and you’re going to the rehabilitation center. Clearly, you’ve lost it. Mikeyy, are you really going to let her assault me in your house?” 

“That’s enough, Frieda! This is our matrimonial home, yes. But I am the one in charge. You will obey me and submit to my authority. Your sister will be living here, and you will not attack her again. This is final.” Michael broke his silence, his words a declaration that my peace had been shattered. 

I broke down on the floor in tears. My mind raced a thousand miles a second. The room tilted. Everything blurred. 

The last thing I saw was that bitter smirk planted on the witch's lips, beside her new partner in crime, seated like a king, comfortable as they feasted on my destruction. 

That was it. My eyes shut.