Chapter 31 Chapter 0031
•ANEIRA•
After working in the garden for two hours without taking a break, I sat on the bench nearby to catch my breath.
I felt out of breath and a little hungry, but I didn’t want to go inside the house to get food yet. Not when I would bump into Rafael or Amari and get questioned if I had done what they instructed me to do.
Lost in thought about the past, specifically when my dad was alive, and we’d wash dishes together, I noticed someone walking towards me.
I lifted my eyes and looked as Amari got closer. Her brow knitted, and she looked angry. I then stood up when she arrived at my side.
“Amari,” her name came out as a whisper, and she quickly cut me off.
"Don't you dare speak my name with your filthy mouth," she sneered. "Why don't you want to leave my boyfriend alone? Do you think he will throw me out of this house again because of your love potions?"
"Love potions?" I almost laughed, but held it in. “I—” A hot slap landed on my cheek before I could finish my sentence, and I clutched onto it tightly.
I squeezed my eyes closed, fighting off the urge to lash out at her.
“I want you to leave Rafael alone," she snarled. "When he looks at you, I want you to look the other way, and stop trying to seduce him."
“You should've told him not to marry me if you wanted to keep him all to yourself."
“How dare you?" she frowned, leaning closer. "You have no right to answer me with your family history. Rafael is slaving you around until he gets the perfect opportunity to kill you."
"Do me a favor and tell him to hurry," I scoffed. "And maybe then I'll be free from seeing your face."
Amari frowned, looking at me. She then mumbled something under her breath that I couldn't catch before she turned around and left.
For a moment, I wished I had given in to Rafael’s sexual urges so he wouldn’t have brought Amari into the house to make my life hell.
She was a contract away from being Rafael’s wife, and I would be the slave that he had married for vengeance. But I didn’t care if it meant I would be free from Rafael’s snare.
“I’m sorry, Narra. But Amari told me to bring everything here,” Sandra informed me when she brought a laundry basket and bucket.
That bitch wanted to get even.
My chest tightened when I saw the clothes and realized it would take me the entire day to finish washing them. I was given a bucket to hand-wash them.
“Thank you, Sandra.” I smiled at her, getting up from the bench.
I didn’t want her to feel pity for me or even offer to help me when Amari meant to punish only me.
“I can help you wash a few at the laundry room. Amari won’t notice anything. This is a lot for you, especially in your condition.”
“It’s okay. You can return to the house. I’ll wash them.”
Sandra looked at me and sighed. I knew she cared for me and wouldn’t have hesitated to help if Amari hadn’t threatened her against helping me.
My heart broke when she got into the house and shut the door. I thought of why Rafael would do something like this to me after he had cornered me in the kitchen and made me cum while he rubbed my clit.
I sighed as I picked up the bucket and started doing the laundry. Some clothes were clean, so I just rinsed them in the water and put them aside.
When I was done, the sun was already setting, and I was hungry, scared that my knees would give out before I reached the door, but I carried the bucket with clothes inside to dry them.
When I was done and carried the last load to the laundry room, I bumped into Amari, coming out of the kitchen.
“You’ve done well, Narra.” She scoffed as she leaned closer. “I didn’t think you had it in you to hand-wash all my clothes in a single day,” she chuckled, and I stepped back, avoiding the smell of her perfume, which made my stomach twist.
The nausea got worse when she leaned closer, talking nonstop about something I couldn’t comprehend because of the bile rising in my throat.
When it got worse, I covered my mouth and rushed to the bathroom down the hallway. I hadn’t realized I had walked out on her before she could excuse herself.
When I was done, I washed my mouth and came out of the bathroom, but found Amari right where I had left her, and my chest tightened.
“What was that?” She asked, inspecting me closely as I picked up the bucket from the floor.
“I — Ah—” I stammered. “The tuna I had earlier might have caused a stomach bug, but I’ll be fine.”
“A stomach bug?” The question came out with a scoff, and she folded her arms across her chest. “Are you pregnant, Narra Colombo?”
My heart raced, and I wondered if the dress I was wearing looked tight around my stomach.
My mouth felt dry, and I didn’t even know how to answer her, so I looked down.
“What’s going on here?” A bold and husky voice asked behind me, and the front door closed before he strode toward us.
“You should ask Narra, my love. I think she has something to tell us.”
Rafael scowled as he stood beside Amari and looked at me. “What’s going on, Narra? Did you do something wrong?”
“She’s pregnant with her boyfriend’s child, and she didn’t tell you that before she married you. This was her plan to pin the baby on you, love, so you wouldn’t kill her.”