The New Mistress

“YOU SAID WHAT?!” Soonie yelled, finding this utterly ridiculous! What on earth was she thinking?!

"It's crazy, I know but I was just so mad! I wanted a reaction out of him!” Naomi replied, feeling stupid all over again.

The duo were on their way back to Naomi's apartment, seated in the backseat while Alex,, Naomi's driver, took the wheels.

“I don't understand you, Naomi! You went to his office to get a divorce. You had the papers in your bag! I made sure to put it in your bag, and I came here with you for emotional support, and now you're moving into his house? After all these years? Do I need to remind you what an asshole he's been?” Soonie asked, her hands shaking with rage that barely contained.

“I know. I remember. I wish you were there with me to see how nonchalant he was!” Naomi leaned back in her seat and sighed.

“You see? He doesn't even care about you! You need to stop doing this to yourself. He doesn't deserve you, and I promise you that so many people would kill to have you.”

Naomi was quiet.

She knew that still, she wanted him and she hated him at the same time!

“So, you're moving in with him. Is that it?” Soonie asked, fist clenched in irritation.

When will Naomi stop these delusional thoughts of hers? Why is she keeping herself from having so much more?

“Yes.”

Sooni exhaled, her expression softened a bit on seeing the look in Naomi’s eyes.

“Hey, I'm here for you okay? No matter what your decision is, I'm here for you.” Sooni assured her with a smile.

Naomi nodded. “I know. Thank you.”

Soonie nodded. If there's one person who knows Naomi, it would be her.

“Anytime. And if he ever gives you a hard time, call me, and I'll make him pay in blood.”

Naomi chuckled and nodded. She couldn't be more grateful to have Soonie by her side.

They arrived at her apartment and soon started packing up her things in a suitcase. In less than two hours, Naomi was ready to leave, moving the very last of her box to the ground floor where Patrick was waiting for her.

“That's the last of it,” Noami told Patrick who nodded in understanding as the driver packed her box in the booth.

“So, what is going to happen to your apartment?” Soonie asked.

“I don't know. I'll figure it out I guess. Thank you Soonie.”

“Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?” Soonie said in concern.

“I'll be fine. I'll call you when I'm settled okay?” Naomi hugged Soonie and waved her goodbye before stepping into the car with Patrick. She knew her friend was worried sick and she was not a fan of Damon.

At all.

The car zooms out of the parking lot, heading towards East Gate Estate, the grandest of all estates in the city. She heard Damon owned over fifty hectares in that estate but it wasn't that much of a surprise to her. He is rich, she expected way more than that if she was being honest.

“Are you sure about this, Mrs Naomi? Mr Damon is not an easy person to live with, and he might be difficult to please, too.”

“I know what I signed up for. And I'm not easy either, you don't have to worry about me.”

Patrick sighed, he had no clue what was going through her head. Why did she decide to move in with the young master now? And what happened to getting a divorce? Did she have a change of heart?

If so, why?

The drive to the mansion was a rather quiet one, and moments later, she arrived at the mansion's gate, which had heavy security. All armed and ready.

Patrick rolled down his window and the moment his face was registered, the doors were opened instantly. Naomi watched as they drove through the tiled driveway which was adorned with green grass on the sides. It had an outer world feeling, almost intimidating if she could say the least.

Finally, the mansion came into view twenty minutes later, and it was way more beautiful than she had seen on the gossip blogs!

It was a two-storeyed white mansion with security, of course, and a lot of maids at the entrance, waiting for their arrival. They were all wearing matching uniforms with their heads slightly bowed too.

It's been a while since she's received such treatment.

Since her father's death that is.

Having to deal with the grief all alone, she fired everyone and moved to a small apartment. She couldn't stay in the family house anymore.

Everything reminded her of her father and it only made her weak with grief and anger.

She was sick and tired of family members who were never there for her father coming around the house and demanding a share of his property. They were all just greedy bastards who couldn't care less about her father's death.

And all through this…her so-called husband was nowhere to be found.

Naomi took a deep breath, refusing to allow all of her anger and frustration out just yet. She's here to be his worst nightmare, that is her revenge.

The car came to a stop and Naomi's door was pulled open by one of the guards. She stepped out of the car, taking in her new home in silence.

It was beautiful. There's no debate about that. With floor-to-ceiling glass windows and automated doors.

“I told the maids to prepare your room. I hope it's to your taste.” Patrick said.

Naomi turned towards the middle-aged man in confusion.

“My room? I won't be staying with Damon? In his room?”

Patrick's eyes widened in surprise, he clearly didn't think it would be possible.

“I thought..”

“I'll be staying with Damon in his room. I hope that much is clear.”

“I..I'll have to inform the young master about this.” Patrick offered.

“Go ahead. And tell him I will not stay in a different room like a guest.” Naomi walked into the house without sparing Patrick another glance.

Patrick watched her leave, a subtle smile on his face. From the timid young girl he knew back then to this…fearless young woman. He couldn't be any more proud of her father for raising her right.

“Sir, where do we take the bags?” One of the guards asked.

“To the young master's room. And be as quick as you can so the young mistress can rest from her trip.”

“Yes sir.”

Patrick pulled his phone out of his suit jacket; Damon was not going to like this at all.