บททั้งหมดของ The Bride He Wanted Was Never My Sister : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Mira“What the hell is wrong with you?” I said once we're inside his apartment. Bennie bowed and stole away into the kitchen. Theo is unfazed, peeling off his jacket. “What are you talking about?” He had that smug look. I wasn't surprised he was having fun.I stepped towards him and faced him, his face towered over. “Stop doing that.”He held my gaze for a moment. “Look, Mira, let's have dinner. I've had such a long day.”“I'm not sitting to eat with you like my life isn't on the verge of ruins.” I rubbed my temple and chuckled. “Everyone seems to be fine with this. Even my sister is married.”I gasped with a slap to my mouth.It slipped out before I could stop it and I immediately wished I bit my tongue.Theo cracked a smile and slid beside me, dumping his coat on the dining seat.I spun around, my face contorted in shock. “You knew?”“Of course I knew.” He coughed out and downed a bottle of water. “And I know a lot more things that you do so sit down and have a meal with me. Like

TheoSergi was in my office as soon as I stepped in, bent over my desk. He was brooding and he wasn't the kind to brood, often he was too happy for my liking.“You missed me that much?” I asked, hoping to lighten up the mood.“I don't miss people. We have a problem.”I nodded. “Tell me about it.”He turned on the tv and pointed at it. The screen showed a journalist in front of Ivan’s home, the yellow caution tape behind the blonde woman caught my eye first. It meant that his death was not cleaned up. Whoever did this wanted to set us up. Ivan was a statesman but also Nikolai’s consigliere.“Mr. Ivan was found dead in his residence, his tongue and nails pulled out, his safe was unlocked. The Bratva think we did it.” He raked his fingers through his hair.The air was knocked out of me, I wasn't allowed to show it or react in a way that escalated it. I propped my elbows on my desk. “Did you get to his residence?”

Mira.It was past 11pm but the usual eerie feeling that overcame me, fueled my body with urgency to be back home safely no later than 9pm was nowhere to be found and I hated to admit but it had to be with this man being here with me. We had transitioned from my work desk to the floor and I was wearing his suit jacket. I felt like a cocooned caterpillar. There he was, his controlled hair had given up being perfect and left him with that reckless abandon look that surfers in movies had or those sexy, really hot life guards that you'd pray to drown so they could give you a mouth to mouth. Not like I wanted that.We had agreed on moving in, it was all part of the conduct clause, public appearance and all plus Theo and his family made quite the impression to the press so I had to look and play the part. Come tomorrow, the moving people will officially move me in. We were able to negotiate a middle ground, separate bedrooms but compulsory one bed situation three times a week, together with

MiraNow that I wasn't in fight or flight mode and would be willfully using away my freedom I had time to relax in Theo’s house. I had given myself a tour of his house with Benny's help of course which made my tour less enjoyable. I much rather preferred non assisted tours, the kind where you just discovered. Benny was a very nice man, but I didn't need him telling me what to see and what not to see or where to go and where not to, so I used wifely powers to dismiss him early for the day with the excuse that I'll have dinner ready for my husband which translates to a peanut butter and jam sandwich. I'd gone over the two floors of his penthouse and settled in a room beside his, I particularly loved his piano room and mini library collection. Theo's house could easily pass as a small collection museum. he had a rooftop flower and herb garden which I suspected he hired. gardener to tend. Some rooms were locked which piqued my interest. I got tired from the tour after a full hour of expl

TheoI had just wheeled an elderly man into his ward and put him to bed. He had gotten enough sun and was already half asleep on his wheelchair, his head bobbing to the scrunch of gravel underneath the wheels of his chair. He preferred to be called Colonel Williams. The man had seen my wedding ring and tears filled his eyes as he talked about the sweetness of being married, how he loved his wife so dearly before cancer took her away.I wondered if I and Mira would love this deeply. I felt that way but did she?“Cancer ruined our plan to die together, sitting in our matching rocking chairs and matching nighties till we slept.” He choked out. “We were supposed to be side by side.” He had said into the air.I bent so we could be on eye level. I brushed my thumb over his wrinkled hand. “When you do fall asleep, she'll be right beside you.” I assured him. I would make that happen.Thanks to Sergi’s commitment to the city elderly people's home, I was also a volunteer just like him and it ha