His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

84 Confession

"You mean that h.ooker?" Daley raised an eyebrow.

I'm not happy that Daley used such a vulgar word to describe Mia. Soon he thrust himself into my v.agina. It was as if I had been lifted up on horseback, and Daley took the opportunity to pull me down close to him.

As I leaned over his naked upper body, he rolled over and pinned me under him. Now our positions are reversed. He was propped up on his elbows, his eyes fixed on me.

"What do you want to know?" He asked, the overhead light shining on him.

"Why did you and Frade fall out? What do you know about Mia?"

"Why do you care about Mia?" He asked.

"Because she is my sister," I answered truthfully.

His eyes glazed over. I had to tell him, in the shortest possible words, how I found out that Mia was my sister. He listened and thought, then he said in a mocking tone.

"Fate has a way of playing tricks on people."

"If you want us to have a chance to get married, I want you to be honest with me." I wanted to get up, but his body was like a solid wall around me. And his d.ick against my partially dried p.ussy. Maybe we're better off sitting face to face than we are right now.

"We're going to get married," he corrected me. "Just ask what you want to know. I won't hide what I know from you."

"Like this?" I glanced down at his chest.

"Yeah, that's it," Daley said, deliberately pushing against my v.agina. My c.litoral area was held up by his d.ick like a sudden electric shock. I refrained from moaning. He seemed more excited than usual tonight.

"Tell me everything about Mia." I tried to suppress the burning desire he had for me.

"She's Frade's favorite woman, and that's why Frade and I fell out," he said of Mia with disgust and disdain. Then he rolled over beside me, his golden eyes looking up at the ceiling, and began to tell me their story in a kind of reminiscence.

"Frade and I are half brothers. We come from the same father, but two mothers. We grew up together. Although my feelings for him were not too deep, we never really had any conflicts. Everything changed when that woman, Mia, showed up. It is said that Frade met the woman in a nightclub. She was just a dancer then. She lied to Frade that the Moors were after her, so Frade hid her in the house. Frade loved this woman so much, and he would do anything for her," Daley said, "Frade thinks Mia is the purest white rose in the world, but to me she's just a cheap p.rostitute."

"I wonder if you have some sort of prejudice against Mia." I have always had strong sympathy for Mia because of the injustice she suffered as a child. The harsh language that Daley uses about Mia makes me feel even more protective of her.

"I want you to try to be respectful of her when you mention my sister. After all, she's dead," I reminded him.

"You have no idea what Mia did," Daley scoffed, "She used Frade's absence to sneak into his study and steal family business secrets. After I found out, she tried to seduce me in exchange for my forgiveness. I warned her to get out before Frade came back. She told Frade I was the one who wanted to r.ape her. Frade and I had a big fight. Then I found out that this woman had ties to the Moors. To see if she was a mole sent by the Moors, I took advantage of Frade's absence to have her taken away and left her on the Moors' property. The Moors used her to threaten Frade. They asked Frade to trade Mia for a Las Vegas hotel. But the hotel was a family business, and Frade couldn't decide for himself. So he decided to buy the hotel with his own money in exchange for Mia. When I heard the news, I tried to stop it. I told him it was just a game played by the Moors and Mia. Frade didn't believe it. I had to tell the elders in my family about it, and they got very angry. They think Frade must have been fooled by Mia, especially my grandmother. The elders agreed that the Moors needed to be taught a lesson, so they sent me to carry out a plan to attack the Moors. I led a raid on a diamond factory owned by the Moore family. But what I didn't expect was that the head of the Moore family would kill Mia out of spite. After learning of Mia's death, Frade went crazy. He beat me up, scratched me in the face with a knife and left me like a dog on Pudding Island. Then he became the ruler of the family. And I was stuck on pudding, and I changed my name to Daley. If he hadn't been so sick and dying this time, I would have been abandoned by my family on Pudding Island forever. Forever."

I listened to what he said quietly. I was wondering if he was telling the truth. I can't believe Mia would be a p.rostitute. Why would he and Frade's view of Mia have such a big contrast? Who the hell is lying? Or are they all telling the truth?

Mia, who is she? It seems that a lot of things relate to her, but the dead can not speak, otherwise I would definitely go to her tombstone to ask her.

Tombstone, right. I never heard Frade mention where Mia was buried. Will Daley know about it?

"Do you know where Mia was buried after she died?" I asked.

"I don't know," Daley said, sitting up as he pulled out a cigarette.

"I heard the Moore family sent Frade the video of her death. No one's seen her body, not even Frade." Daley sneered, "If Frade got her body, he would have given her a custom-made crystal coffin and preserved her body in embalming fluid. I can imagine Frade looking at that dead woman every day. It's ridiculous that he should go mad over a woman."

He really loved Mia. Did he ever love me? I know I shouldn't have random thoughts, because the answer must be no.

"My turn," Daley said. He will never let himself be taken advantage of.

"Go ahead," I said, imitating his tone, and reached for his cigarette.

"How do you know Frade?" Daley asked.

I took a deep breath of smoke after it slowly slipped into my lungs. I told him my story. Of course, I hid the part about my rebirth because I knew he wouldn't believe it. I told him how my father had arranged my life, how my sister and my husband had betrayed me and left me with nothing. I'm in league with Frade for revenge. I purposely described my relationship with Frade as a partnership rather than a relationship.

Daley's brow still furrowed as he listened to my story. I sensed a spark of anger in his eyes as he heard Ron and Gina betray me. He had the same look as when we were attacked in pudding. The flash of anger, the quiet act of revenge, that's Daley's style.

The phone call broke the silence and Daley took the call and said, "Come on, let's go somewhere."

"Where are we going?" I watched him get up to get dressed.

"I got you a cat!" Daley turned to me, his silver mask reflecting a cold, silvery light.