“You ought to know how to treat your wife , Carter,” the kingpin said, glaring at him.
He was staring down at the floor not meeting his father’s eyes.
I could see a little trembling but I don’t know if it was just an imagination.
At that moment a feeling of amazement came over me, “so Carter is so afraid of his father that he wouldn’t even try to defend himself?” I wondered.
“I am really sorry sir, I will make sure to protect her at all cost,” Carter said, still gazing at the floor.
“You better or our deal is off, and Abigail?”
“Yes Sir” I answered.
“There is someone I want you to meet tomorrow, don’t worry I will make sure that you won’t stress your legs much” said the Kingpin.
“Okay Sir,” I replied, wondering who that might be, someone like him knows millions of people.
“Have a nice day then” after saying that he left the room swirling the wine in his glass.
Once he left, Carter walked away without glancing at me.
Since I don’t have a room here, I sat down on the couch waiting for a maid to come.
Then I heard footsteps descending the stairs and I turned to see Rodrigo climbing down.
He reached the last one and motioned for me to follow him.
I did and he led me up the stairs to my own room which according to him was already arranged before I went to meet the Kingpin.
“Thank you” I said to him when he wanted to leave.
“My pleasure” he replied then closed the door and left.
I glanced around the room taking in every detail, it was painted a deep blue and light pink.
The dressing table was empty with nothing on it, that’s okay, I am not a fashion girl.
Then my eyes landed on the bed, it was big and had blue blankets on it.
I walked to it and flopped onto it, “damn, it was so soft.
this got to be the softest bed I have ever slept on”.
Since this is where I see myself now, I think I should make the very best of it til the contract expires.
After that I came out and was startled to see Carter sitting in the bed.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, holding the towel tightly to my chest.
Without looking up at me, he asked, “how is your leg?”
“I am fine”
“Good, come downstairs for breakfast” he said and left the room.
“Strange, I thought he wanted to talk to me” I thought.
Shrugging my shoulders, I went to the wardrobe and opened it.
There were a few clothes there so I selected the one that was comfortable for me and went downstairs.
Carter was seated at the dining table eating his food when a maid led me into the room.
I was directed to the chair beside him so I sat down and was served food.
I took the cutlery and started eating while stealing glances at Carter.
He has been quiet since his father punched him on the stomach after we came back from the gym.
“Does the food taste like me?” He asked suddenly.
“Huh?” I didn’t know what he was saying.
“Does the food taste horrible and bad like me?” He asked again.
“No it doesn’t” I replied.
“Then focus on it and stop staring at me!” He snapped.
A glance at my water glass tells the story of what I had planned to do but because of my manners I decided not to.
Carter then dropped the cutlery on his plate and stood up.
“We will be having dinner with my father tonight so behave” he said and started walking away.
“What do you mean by behaviour?”
The word came out before I could stop it but there is nothing I could do; it was already out.
Carter’s POV
I turned around glaring at the girl on the table, she dared to question me.
I walked back to the table where she was and peered into her face.
“Can you repeat what you just said, Abigail?” You are reading on g.com, the official source.
“Sorry please, I didn’t know when I said it, please” she pleaded, fear evident in her eyes.
I was happy because of the fear so I left her alone and went out of the dining room.
Immediately I was outside, Rodrigo informed me that the Kingpin was calling me.
“Did you hear anything from him?” I asked because it has not been up to one hour since he left here.
“No, he just called and told me that,” Rodrigo replied.
“Okay,” I moved towards the front door but after taking a few steps I saw that Rodrigo was following me.
“Don’t follow me,” I told him.
“Okay Boss” he replied and stopped.
I then continued and then left the house, I entered the car that we drove to the gym.
I started and drove away heading straight to my father’s house.
As I drove, many reasons for the call ran into my head but one was very evident.
He wants to talk about handing over everything to me, both his empire and businesses.
“My plan has really worked out, there was no one that brat, Roman would be taking any shit from me now” I thought.
Finally I arrived at the residence and drove in, immediately the car stopped.
I jumped out and went inside.
Entering the living room, my feet became cold, my eyes darkened as I saw the reason for the call.
Seated beside my father was Grace, my stepmother.
“Awwn, Cartie my baby!” She exclaimed, got out and started walking towards me with outstretched arms.
I glared at her to stop but she ignored it, she came closer and hugged me.
“I heard you are now a husband, did you bring the girl with you?” She asked after pulling back and still holding my hand.
I wanted to snatch my hand out of her grip and push her far away from me.
My father wouldn’t even hesitate to shoot me if I ever did that to his “lovely wife”.