Chapter 43 The Romano Twins.
Isla’s POV.
I was thinking that after so many fights and rescues, I’d finally get some rest.
The way Iris had banged on my phone last night gave me a heart attack.
I managed to get home whole.
Damian had promised to help me out again. But this time, it felt like I was dependent on him.
I walked to the dining room, face pale. My stomach was already shrinking from hunger.
Today, I wasn’t in the mood for fights and bantering words with anyone.
My weekend was supposed to be a peaceful one.
Work on files, watch some movies and check on my siblings, as usual.
The dining room was quiet and empty. Good, maybe I could manage to have a peaceful day.
“Ma’am,” Mrs Tory, the butler, called out.
I turned to look at her, “Yes,” I answered.
“What will you like for breakfast today?” She asked.
“Anything will… something light. What did you serve him today?”
“He’s been out for days.”
Oh… I didn’t see that coming. So that explains why he didn’t pester me for days.
“Did he say where he was going to?”
“He didn’t… he only said we should serve according to your request.”
“I’ll go for a toast and a warm milk,” I sighed.
I was about to take my seat when Lucia walked in.
I haven’t seen her since the encounter with my husband at dinner night.
She walked gracefully like she used to, swinging her hips like she owns the house.
I didn’t pay attention to her. I pulled out a seat and sat down.
“Please be fast with the meal, I’m super hungry.”
“Add mine to the list,” she requested.
She sat across from me. I just focused on my phone, pretending like she didn’t exist.
“You look terrible today,” she finally said.
My hand paused on my screen, pressing my phone to my palm.
I ignored her, I didn’t want to make trouble with anyone, my head was already boiling from anger.
The meal was served, one for me, and the other for her.
I dropped my phone, picked up a fork and dug.
My stomach was rumbling as the food went into my stomach.
She dragged a piece of good into her mouth and spat it out.
“Who made this nonsense?”
Nobody said a word. I kept eating.
“I said, who made this rubbish?” She repeated.
The chef slowly walked to the table where we were.
“Is something wrong with the dish, ma’am?”
“It tastes terrible.”
The chef looked at me, then at her.
“You get me something tasty, please.”
The chef left, I still didn’t say anything.
“How do you manage to eat something this tasteless?”
“There’s nothing wrong with the meal.”
I just wanted to finish eating and get back to my room.
“Maybe it’s because you’re used to having something tasteless… or even while your father’s a millionaire, you haven’t had something nice.” She purred.
“If you think it tasteless, why not go in there and do that yourself. Did your father ever know that you cling to men this much?”
She frowned. Hands bending her fork, her teeth smearing.
“You should be glad I seduced your husband, no matter what you do, he’ll still remain mine.”
I covered my mouth with my other hand, but I still couldn’t hold it.
“Why didn’t he marry you then? Oh I forgot, your mother was also a mistress before she became a wife.”
She stood up, face fuming like a boiling pot.
“Oh, I thought you were a tough one.”
“Do you think marrying you means you hold a place in his heart?”
“If you’ve been holding that place, you shouldn’t be hiding under his shadows…” I fired back.
“You think you’re in charge here?” She asked.
I didn’t say anything, I was still struggling with the pancakes on my plate.
“You’re just a wife on paper.”
“And you’re a shameless mistress who depends on men for survival.”
She then turned to the butler. “Why are you still there? Where’s the food I ordered?”
“I’m on it,” the butler answered.
I finished eating and stood up to leave. She blocked my path.
“How does it feel being treated like a tool by your own father?”
Her words made my blood boil. My father was a nightmare to me and my siblings.
“Being treated like a tool is different. But knowing your father begs my husband to make ends meet is…”
I bursted into laughter. She joined me.
“You think you’ve arrived because you’re married to him?”
“No. I don’t depend on a man for anything. That’s what makes us different.”
“What’s your point? Are you calling me a mistress?”
“Isn’t that what you are? You think I’ll fight over a man with you?”
All I just wanted to do was slap or tear her apart.
But she wasn’t worth me laying my hands on.
She closed the distance between us now, crawling her fists together.
“Wasn’t that how your mother died? Clinging to a man who didn’t give a fuck about her,” she purred.
My heart sank. I thought about my mother. The way she laid still on the bed.
She didn’t just slowly die, she faded into the universe.
“And you sibling…” before she could finish her words, my hand landed on your face.
I gave her a satisfying slap.
“Did you just…” I gave her another slap.
“You can say shit about me but don’t you dare talk about my mother and my siblings.”
Her eyes widened, she held her cheek with a hand, and pointed the other one at me.
She could believe what just happened. My chest was rising and falling heavily.
She raised her hands.
“You wouldn’t dare!” A voice came from behind us.
Her hand froze mid air. “Why won’t dare,” she turned to see who it was.
It was Damian. “Have you been here all this while?” I walked to where he was standing.
“Are you okay?” He patted my shoulder.
I have a nod.
“Looks like you haven’t learnt your lesson from the last incident.”
He slowly brought her hand down. Her face was furious.
“You…” She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out.
“You think I don’t know what you’re doing behind my back?”
I turned to him, curious.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I’d like to see how you beg my brother if he knew what you were doing abroad all this while.”
“And I’d be interested to hear it.” My husband walked.