When we finally arrived at the mansion, I was surprised to see Thomas and Damien waiting outside.
I thought Damien had already left, since I remembered him saying that he would be going out of town this afternoon.
“Uhh…hey, I thought you said you were heading out”
Damien didn’t answer me right away.
Instead, his gaze dropped to my coffee-stained clothes.
Before I could open my mouth to say anything, Mr.
Bubba stepped closer to him and whispered something, probably about me running into Audrey and Isabella at the café earlier.
He tightened his jaw and spoke in a low voice.
“Thomas, tell my secretary to rearrange my schedule for today.” Then, after a short pause, he added, “Tell her my wife is sick, so I won’t be leaving the house for a while.”
Sick?
Who was sick?
I was perfectly fine!
Hell the only thing that could probably make me sick was the sorry I felt from having my clothes destroyed.
Damien finally turned his eyes on me.
Even though he looked angry, his voice wasn’t harsh when he spoke.
“Eliana, change your clothes and come to my study afterward.”
I gave him a small nod, and quickly moved to do as he asked.
After changing into something more comfortable, I made my way to his study.
“You can sit on the couch,” Damien said as he rolled his wheelchair over to the sofa.
On the table in front of me sat a nice steaming cup of hot coffee.
“You should have called me immediately if something bad happened while you were alone, that’s what I gave you my number for.” Damien said.
I tilted my head to the side avoiding eye contact with him and feigning innocence.
“But nothing happened.
I just accidentally ran into my sister,” I lied.
I knew it was wrong to lie, but I needed to gain his sympathy, I couldn’t go against the Whitmore family by myself after all, getting killed the second time unfortunately wasn’t on my bucket list.
So maybe …
a little lie wouldn’t hurt.
“Don’t lie,” he suddenly said. This chapter was taken from novelping.com without permission.
Damien placed a tablet on the table and pressed play.
The screen lit up with a clip of Audrey shoving me at the café.
My eyes widened when I saw the video already had over 300,000 views on Instagram.
What the hell?!
Who even took the video?
And how the fuck is it already over 300,000 views?!
Then I saw the caption, and everything made sense.
Apparently, while Audrey was busy bullying me, a mini celebrity had been live at the café.
She had only been there to review the food, apparently she was doing a challenge of finding the best spots, but instead, she ended up capturing a real-life family drama.
More than that, she recognized Audrey’s face and told her viewers that Audrey was a rising actress who always acted like an innocent girl in front of cameras.
In no time, thousands of her fans had screen-recorded the live and spread the clip everywhere with the headline: “A rising actress caught bullying her own sister in public.”
I pressed my lips into a thin line, struggling to hold back my laughter as I watched Audrey’s downfall.
But I couldn’t let myself laugh yet.
I had to stay calm, because there was no guarantee this would be the end of her.
After all, she still had the card of “Eliana is my father’s illegitimate child” in her hand, and no matter how wrong the abuse was, there would surely be some people who sided with Audrey.
Because once again, I was just Arthur Whitmore’s illegitimate daughter.
That single fact alone was more than enough to turn sympathy into scorn.
People loved a scandal, but they also enjoyed tearing down people whenever they got the chance, and in their eyes, I would always be the outsider, the unwanted child of a homewrecker.
“This is nothing,” I said, trying to draw out more of his sympathy.
“Besides, how could I possibly call you over such a small matter like this?”
“Eliana.” Damien took a deep breath, shutting his eyes close for a moment before speaking again.
“You’re my wife.
If you need anything or if you’re in trouble, you should call me right away.”
I caught the way his throat stiffened when he called me his wife.
For a second, he looked shaken, but he quickly pulled himself together, probably thinking I was too vulnerable right now.
Honestly, I felt pretty satisfied seeing so many people insult Audrey after what I did earlier.
Yeah, I know it wouldn’t last long, but hey, while it lasted, I was definitely going to enjoy it to the fullest!
“Do you understand, Eliana?” Damien asked when I still hadn’t responded to him.
I gave him a small nod, finally looking him in the eyes.
“Yes, husband, I understand you very well.” This story is hosted at g.com.
Damien went completely still.
His hands still resting on his wheelchair, froze in place.
His shoulders stiffened, and for a moment he didn’t even blink.
After a while, he suddenly spoke.
“What did you just say?,”
“Husband?” I repeated lightly, tilting my head.
Then I grinned and started chanting, “Husband.
Husband.
Husband.
Husband.
Husb—”
“Alright, stop it.” Damien quickly lifted a hand to cover half his face and turned away from me, his ears burning red.
“Just stop.”
Holy Crap…
did he really just get flustered?
Just because I called him husband?
Pffft!
I wanted burst out laughing, what the hell!
He was so cute.
My husband was so cute I could literally die!
…
My husband?
The second that thought slipped through my head, my whole face went hot.
I buried my face deep into my hands, trying to hide the blush spreading across my face.
I tried to calm myself down, but the harder I fought it, the worse it got.
My cheeks burned, and I could practically feel steam coming out of my ears.
What the hell was wrong with me?!