All Chapters of The Bride He Wanted Was Never My Sister : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Mira It was a pleasant surprise to see Zoya. Last we'd seen each other was at my final year defence. She had been one of the few art majors to sign a petition on my behalf which actually helped my cause otherwise I would've been flagged for plagiarism.She was my senior at Edinburgh and her art style was a unique form of line art not with pencils but with a burst of colors, which was a sharp contrast to her dark personality and dark outfit, even now the only color aside from black on her is her skin color.She still did her hair in her infamous sleek ponytail, the sheen on her brown hair was very hard to pass.She handed me the bouquet of flowers once we're inside then ordered a man, a body guard I presumed, to keep the gift bag and wait outside for her.“Did you see a ghost?” She asked with folded arms as she walked around my studio. Bad timing. Last time I'd been here I left it a mess and worked from home instead. She was nodding at a piece.I set down the bouquet of flowers. They

Theo Everything seemed so quiet but I knew the silence all too well. It's always dead silent before an explosion happens.People doing what they routinely do, couples having dates at a restaurant, people at the grocery shop, just walking down the street. It's always dead silent until it blows.This was the way my world was. Trouble brews, swells, simmers and then all of a sudden it blows up in your face. I'd learned this the hard way and secured the scar on my jaw and I swore never to be unprepared for the worst.Still, I felt it. I was being targeted and I had no idea what game the person was playing. It isn't Zoya because she only cared about art pieces and siphoning funds using them and Nic wasn't that reckless. I had no idea who was doing this and why. That was the most unsettling part of it all. I didn't know. I, an information monger, had no clue on who was behind this or why but with Mirabella in the picture, everything was at stake.Mirabella is everything.I checked my w

Mira.It was my turn to take him up to bed, with Sergei's help of course.I had never seen Theo anything but composed and on top of his game but tonight had been pivotal, something I had no business seeing and I went ahead and did something I had no business doing. Wife duties.“I'll handle it from here.” I informed Sergei after we jointly put him on the bed.Clearly I was the one who broke a sweat and I found it annoying that Sergei was unaffected.“Are you sure?” He said looking past me and to Theodore laying limp on the bed.I cleared my throat. “I'll be alright.” I said and Sergei nodded, about to leave the room.“Could you…” he turned to me and I folded my hands across my chest. “Could you not tell him I called myself his wife or him my husband?”Sergei smiled, the first one all day. “Roger that.” He said and left.I turned to my husband lying on the bed. It was my turn to undress him and goodness! Was he so heavy?I rolled him over and peeled off his suit and shirt then his pan

Mirabella. Keith Anderson? Keith. Keith… My body reacted before my eyes saw the Keith that just introduced himself. There was no mistaking his voice. Scratchy and laid back in the most corky way possible. My body went still, my blood clogged rigid, into clumps of red blocks. My airways developed spines and fought the very air I struggled to take in. My grip tightened on Theo's hold. From my side I could see him turn towards me, then at the said Keith. I should turn and run from here. I should disappear but I wanted to see for myself. It couldn't be. It was impossible. Was it? It wasn't like I defeated him or ruined him. So it was still very much possible. He had just offered me his hand for a handshake and I caught a glimpse of the scar at the back of his hand where the sleeve of his inner shirt rested. That scar. I gave him that scar on one of the many alterations. I gasped and the sudden intake of air pushed me backwards. Theo's steady hand at my lower back was all tha

TheoAct accordingly?How does one act accordingly?The only thing to do accordingly was to be there for my wife. How on earth could I ever prove that with her, I didn't know how to act accordingly.What she said back at the event was true, but it was only true to her, not to me.There was no way I would standby and watch something go wrong with her and especially not that Keith. Thankfully he would be defending his spilt lip throughout the week.Bella stayed quiet the entire drive home, keeping to her side of the car, expecting the car door on her side to push out and make more space to accommodate her.I pressed my palms to my thighs and curled them into a fist.I could take hate from any other person, even my own father but once it's Mirabella, I feel terrible.She didn't even want to be in the same space as me.Sergei cast me a worried look through the mirror and I shook my head. He'd be pissed if he found out about what happened back at the mansion.We got to our building and I m