Hidden Flames [The Ludovicas: Second Generation Book Three]

Twelve | Revenge

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KIAN

"Oh no." Irene gasped, covering her mouth with her palm dramatically. "Someone's actually alive."

That was her first reaction when I came back home.

I glared at her as I moved inside the room.

"I was preparing for your funeral. Thank God you are here or else my money would have been wasted unnecessarily."

It was nighttime and unlike that day, she wore a simple pyjama set. No sexy nightgown and I hated the sense of disappointment inside me.

I don't want her. She is not even my type.

"So, did you had fun without me? You must be so grateful to have so much peace there, right?"

I didn't know how to tell her that I had no fucking peace at all, I was busy wondering what she was doing all the damn time.

I sat down on my reading chair, leaning back comfortably and spreading my legs.

I was removing my wrist watch and keeping it on the coffee table when she said bitterly, "I'm sure you met with lots of beautiful women there too. Enjoyed their company..." Then she mumbled, "...maybe enjoyed something else with them too, who knows."

Her accusations irritated me. I couldn't even focus on my work because of her and she thinks...

My head snapped to where she sat on the edge of the bed, eyes narrowing and I curled my index and middle fingers at her in a 'come here' motion.

She chewed on her lips, her fingers curling around the edge of the bed and swallowed hard.

I cocked my head and beckoned her towards me once again when she remained sitting.

At that, she hesitantly got up and walked towards me.

She stepped in between my legs. "What--"

Grabbing her forearm firmly, I jerked her down towards me and she gasped, her hand shooting forward to grab the back of the chair, our faces inches apart.

"You are my wife." I spoke roughly. "Cheating is something I would never resort to no matter the situation. Is that clear?"

Her face was red and she gulped, nodding jerkily.

My thumb involuntarily caressed her arm once. "Words."

"Y-yes."

I released her hand, letting her step back.

She placed her palm over her heart, still blushing as she went inside the bathroom.

Hmm...so I do make her nervous after all. Good. I smirked at that.

Not so bold now.

While she was in the bathroom, I got up and opened my suitcase, pulling out all the things she asked me to bring her.

A souvenir of the Statue of Liberty, a pair of 'I Love NYC' caps.

That fucking shopkeeper forced me to buy a set of those hats, one for her and one for me. He said if I was buying it for my wife, she would like it if I wore matching caps. My head was already aching so I didn't argue with him much.