All Chapters of THE ALPHA DON'S INCOMPETENT SUBSTITUTE WIFE : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CLEOPATRA'S POV intermittent explosive disorder (IED)“What does that mean?" I marveled to myself as I tried reading forward but the grammar on those leaflets were way about my educational level. Quickly I grabbed my cellphone, immediately rushing to chatGtp for assistance. All I wanted to know what was the disorder was all about, does it cause him to yell at people, or to speak rudely to others. I type up the question “What is intermittent explosive disorder (IED)?" I waited patiently, and the answer came in. I swallowed hard before glancing down at the phone in my hand but what I saw made my blood boil. The grammar was way worse than the one I had just avoided. “So much for Artificial intelligence. If I knew that much why would I need assistance for an AI tool to begin with," I grumbled to myself. Isn't it bad enough that I am stuck in a room with a bruise face, and no hope for food, now I have to read as well.“Simplify it to the simplest form," I typed, there was no way I was

CLEOPATRA'S POV I laid on the cold, hard floor, Flickering my eyes open, I opened my eyes to my immaculate white ceiling. My body a hurting from the strong floor. Gosh! why didn't I just sleep on the bed. I rose to upright, my cheek burning from the punch I received last night. My left eye almost close shut from the excessive swelling. I still can't believe everything that happened last night. Lorenzo's outburst, his medical status, and mom's revelation.That was when I heard it, the sound of the door knob turning.“'Caitlin," ‎he called softly. A softness that never meant safety, only meant danger wrapped in silk.I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My throat locked shut. ‎‎The doorknob turned again. This time harder than before. ‎My pulse hammered painfully.‎I didn’t know whether to stand, hide, or run, before realizing I couldn’t do any of those things. Not in this room. Not with this locked door. Not with my bruised body.‎Then suddenly the “Click" sound came.‎The lock turned from t

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

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 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