His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

170 She Wants to Be Famous

I saw my sisters Mia and Frade return after half an hour. Mia sported a low-cut bodice, a short skirt, and big sunglasses that nearly obscured her entire face. She walks alongside Frade, rubbing herself against him, but she can't keep up with him.

"I can't accept that she has the same face as you," Liv said, sitting next to me in a voice I could only hear. "She dresses like a p.rostitute."

"She's my sister." I looked at the two people who had come in, "Though I didn't want to admit it."

I observed as they entered the living room through the front door. When Mia noticed me, she removed her bizarre spectacles. Her perfectly made-up face broke into a phoney smile.

"Hello, my sister. Long time no see." Mia left her sunglasses on the sofa as if this was her home.

I heard Liv snort at her, but Mia didn't care that Liv wasn't nice to her. Mia glanced at Frade, who was taking off his coat, and she said it to him deliberately.

"Are you feeling hot, Frade?"

"No. It just has your scent on it. I hate it!" Frade said disdainfully, throwing his coat in the trash.

Liv laughed while Mia glared at her with a gloomy face.

I can imagine Mia wanting to jump into Frade's arms as soon as she saw him. But Frade is no fool.

"Where's Mark?" Liv asked.

"He was helping us get rid of a bunch of crazy reporters," Frade said, glancing at his watch. "I think he should be back by now."

"Why did you guys meet these reporters?" Liv asked, crossing her arms. She looked at Mia with hostility. "How do reporters know this address?"

"Those crazy reporters chased me from the TV station to the hotel," Mia shrugs. "I don't know what attracted them to me."

"You went on live television and published your and Mickle's genetic test. I think it's not just the reporters, but the whole country, who are interested in you." I looked at Mia coldly, "Why don't you go on the Kardashian's show?"

I believe Mia is as capable of creating conversation as the Kardashians.

"Did you bring me here to argue with me?" Mia glared at me.

"Didn't you offer to negotiate with me?" I asked.

Mia looked at Frade with pleading eyes, but Frade ignored her. He stood at the bar with a clear glass in one hand and drank silently.

"Don't waste our time. What are you here for?" Liv took the initiative to attack. "If you just want to fight, I can throw you out right now."

Mia helplessly looked around and found no one to help after her tone softened. Then she fixed her eyes on me.

"I need to talk to you alone." Mia looked at me. "Just sister to sister."

"Is that necessary?" Frade asked coldly. "Can't you talk here?"

"I only talk to my sisters," Mia said firmly.

"All right," I said. "We'll talk upstairs."

In the bedroom upstairs, it was just me and Mia. Mia, however, was in no hurry to tell me her plans. She stood in the centre of the room and looked around curiously.

"You've always been so lucky." Mia looked at me enviously. "You don't have to work hard, and you don't have to live in a dirty basement with poor people."

"You should tell that to the press," I said, "You have consumed all my sympathy for you. No matter how miserable your life was, I will never pity you again. Because you asked for it."

"Do I have a choice?" Mia fumed. "Why me and not you?"

"What do you want?" I didn't want to waste any more time arguing with her. If she didn't answer my questions, I would kick her out without a second thought.

"You took our mother's inheritance and disappeared," I said, "If I remember correctly, you sent the video of Jeff f.ucking you to Liv before you disappeared. But Liv is not an idiot. She knows why you did it. Besides, our friendship is stronger than you think."

"I wasn't expecting that," says Mia.

"I haven't settled the score with you yet." I sneered. "Either you tell me what you're doing all this for, or I'll have your body buried in the garden. Which one do you want?"

When Mia heard this, she turned pale and I saw her lips quiver a little. Then she sat down on the sofa and after two seconds she said to me.

"I just want Mickle to admit that I'm his daughter."

"How did you get that genetic test?" I couldn't believe that Mickle would go along with her for a genetic test unless she had done something special.

"After you broke the news about Mickle to the press, I pretended to be a janitor and went into Mickle's house," Mia confessed, "I snuck into Mickle's bedroom and got his hair as a specimen, which I then took to an authoritative testing agency. I knew if I went straight to Mickle with this genetic test, he would never admit I was his daughter. So I wanted to publish it in the media because he couldn't escape it in public."

"You did this to get him to admit that you're his daughter? You think he'll accept you?"

"Isn't that what you think?" Mia asked. "You're the one who let the media hype Mickle having an illegitimate daughter. You want to be the president's daughter, too, don't you?"

"Mia, you idiot," I said angrily, "Do you think I'm as vain as you are?"

"Oh, come on, Eva," Mia scoffed. "Everyone knows Mickle is going to be the next president. Don't you want the title of the President's Daughter?"

"I don't give a damn about being the president's daughter."

"Then why did you tell the press about your relationship with Mickle?" Mia retorted. "Why didn't you take the secret to your grave?"

"Because I had to." I stood up and stared at her. "Mickle tried to kill me."

"No. That's impossible." Mia froze.

"He sent men after Daley and me," I said. "But now that he knows about you, you'll be one of his targets."

"Why is that?" Mia said, slumped on the couch. "That's impossible!"

This moron. She had no idea that our presence was the only thing standing in Mickle's way.

She would have regretted her decision if she had known what was on that recording.