chapter eighteen

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Dante

"No mama,I told you,you don't have to know who she is."

"Yes,I married her,but that doesn't mean anything. Don't make it your concern."

"Ok,mama,I will bring her over."

I end the call, frustrated and tired.

For some reason,my mother wants to meet my new wife. I just don't understand why.

There is one thing I have come to learn in my life,I may be a strong man,but I can never win an argument with my mother.

And that is why I let it go.

I sent some stylists to help Baylyn  get ready.

I had had other plans for the day but, way to go mam,now I can't .

It's been long since I last tortured my dear wife,I just hope she doesn't get so used to it.

As I walk into the room,I find that the stylists have finished dressing her up.

She looks really beautiful,but I will not admit that to her.

"Something is missing." I say and walk into the closet.

I come back with something I had bought for her for some other day,but came in handy today.

I pull out the small velvet box and pull out a silver chain with a floral diamond pendant.

I pull her in front of the mirror and stand behind her. I slowly pull her hair to the side, making sure  my fingers caress her neck.She shivers,and that is the reaction I want to draw from her.

I put the necklace around her neck and hook it.

I step away from her and she opens her eyes.

" It's really pretty.Thank you."

"Yeah,I know.Now let's go."  I don't give her the satisfaction of accepting her thank you.

As long as we are together,we will be enemies and I intend to keep it that way.

As soon as we are in the car, she asks me where we are going. I take a minute to look at her,not wanting to answer her but I still do.

"We are going  to meet my family."

Her eyes widen and her face turns pale.

She is scared.

I like that.

"But,but....what is the reason for meeting them?This isn't really a normal marriage."

"Yeah. I know. But,you don't get to call the shots, here. I do.So,shut the fuck up,your voice is about to make my ears bleed."

She flinches but keeps quiet.

The rest of the car ride is silent and uncomfortable,atleast for her because I see how she nervously chews on her lip and pinches her nails.

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