Chapter 27 Drowning
Kian
My frustration grew harder, clashing with the anger that coursed through me as I tried to yank the water out of my water–irresistant phone. I couldn’t count the number of times that I had hissed. What was supposed to be a simple task of gaining evidence of Verena’s affair with my uncle, turned into a disaster as I fell into the ocean and almost drowned.
I could have sworn that as I struggled to grasp for breath, I had seen my uncle’s reflection on the water.
My eyes had widened in shock, seeing the way he kissed her like he was starving—
Fuck!
I didn’t even want to talk about the hand placement.
I tossed the phone on the dining table, the image of my uncle kissing my wife replaying in my head. “How could he do that to me, that is my wife!” My jaw clenched, my eyes darting to the phone that was now ruined.
I didn’t even get to save the video. I didn’t even want to think about the things that might have gone down in the yacht.
Zita’s annoying saccharine voice broke my train of thoughts and hearing that voice sent pain splitting through my skull.
“And here is your favorite. Tiramisu Cake” She sounded so excited like she had accomplished something grand.
I resisted the urge to shake my head as my eyes moved from the cake to her face that beamed with a smile. “I spent three hours learning how to bake it and—“
Before she could finish, I cut in. “I am not hungry?”
The smile on her face faded, worrying replacing the expression in her eyes. “Would you have it later then, I could keep it in the fridge”
I had never been this infuriated my whole life. I thought I had told the chefs to restrict her from ever entering the kitchen.
“Don’t bother keeping it. Trash it”
Her shoulders slouched. “Why? It isn’t your favorite anymore?”
“I am on a no-sugar diet,” I lied through my teeth.
“I don’t understand, you just drank a full can of soda—” Her eyes darted to the empty can next to my other phone before fixing her gaze back on me. “When did you decide to go on a no-sugar diet?”
I stared at her dead in the eye. “A second after you mentioned that you baked me tiramisu cake”
I hoped she got the hint and left me alone. I wasn’t in the mood to even cater to her dramatic needs right now.
A wistful smile appeared on her face. “I see that you are not in a good mood”
Good! Perfect! At least, she got the hint.
She turned to leave with the cake, just to spin on her heel and set the cake back on the table. “Kian…” Her voice was low.
“What?”
“I saw the new divorce papers that were drafted and overheard you saying that Mikaelson Williams is now Verena’s lawyer. If she is suing for adultery, she would be getting half of your assets. Don’t worry too much about it. When news of our marriage hits the public, the stocks of our parent’s companies would naturally go up and you can reclaim half of the things that you lost to her” She sealed her words with a smile like she had just said something worth appraisal.
I stared at her with a blank expression on my face, trying to reign the anger that was threatening to burst out of me.
I sucked in a deep breath before my gaze flicked back to Zita. “Who said that we are getting married? And what makes you think that I want to divorce Verena?”
A frown replaced the expression on her face and she stared at me for a second before she huffed out a laugh. “Well, you would have to get divorced—” She paused, holding the full weight of my gaze. “—because I am a month pregnant,”
All I did was stare until her words fully registered in my head and my eyes darted to her stomach before they slid back to her face. “Congratulations to you and the father”
She whipped her head back to me, anger flaring in her eyes. “Kian, explain what the fuck you mean by congratulations to me and the father?”
I threw some grapes into my mouth before small laughs of disbelief escaped me. “I mean, you are an onlyfans model…”
She cut in. “Was” she corrected.
“Doesn’t matter. Considering your history, how sure are you that I am the father of the child”
She scoffed in disbelief, running a hand through her hair. “I am not a sex-worker, Kian. The only reason I was ever an onlyfans model was because I wanted to rebel against my parents”
I shrugged. “Onlyfans Model, Sex Worker. Same thing”
She almost screamed, tears brimming in her eyes. “It isn’t the same thing and why are you acting like this? You knew my past before we started fucking and you told me you wanted me to have your baby”
I held a finger up. “You keep mixing things up, Zita. The plan wasn’t to impregnate you for us to raise the child together, the plan was for you to give the baby to Verena and I. Putting that aside, I was thinking of making you a baby-mom but you have been overbearing these days and you are not just fit to be the mother of my child”
Zita opened her mouth to speak but no words came out, only the tears that kept cascading down her cheeks.
I shook my head. “I don’t like it when you cry,”
“But you keep making me cry all the time—” She yelled. “Why do you treat me this bad? I have done everything to please you and…”
I cut in, staring up at her. “And that is the problem, Zee. You know what I hate the most, chasing after me. Whenever I look at you, I am reminded of myself as a child. I see myself in you and that shit pisses me off!”
“Want to know why I liked you the first time? It was because you looked so hard to reach but right now, you are so pathetic…”
I loved my women with attitude.
Women who chased me or showed me affection was never my thing. I preferred to do the chasing while the woman had to stick to giving me cold-shoulders.
Before our parents forced an arranged marriage on Verena and I, I had known her before then, always trying to strike a conversation between us but she would ignore me—maybe she didn’t even see me.
In the early years of our marriage, that attitude was still there until she started turning into that version I dreaded.
At-least, I could stand Verena because even in the silence, she minded her business and left me alone but with Zita…
I just couldn’t.
Zita sucked in a deep breath, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. “I would go to bed, get a good sleep and we would talk about this tomorrow morning. I believe this isn’t you and I can change you, Kian. I will”
I laughed then shook my head. “I would be booking your return ticket to London. And we can talk about when you intend to get rid of the pregnancy since you insist that it is mine as I am not ready to father a child with you”
She stared at me stunned and in the next minute, she was screaming, throwing things at me while crying.
Zita broke a lot of things that I had no option than to call the security guards who in turn threw her and her things out of my house.
Good riddance!