Veil of Deception: The Replacement wife

Get out!

The frustrating man-child. I think to myself.

I hear a phone ringing in one of my jackets. In the drawer.

"Hello?" I whisper.

"Scarlet. I still haven't found your sister, but I'm in the same country she is in right now. I'll update you on a need-to-know basis." My father says:

I clench my jaw in anger.

"Can't you just give the man his money back? This is getting ridiculous, Dad. I don't want to be here." I whisper and shout.

"No, I cannot; he signed it as well as me. The money is gone. It's legally binding that he gets to marry one of my daughters. Your sister, I guess, didn't realize it wouldn't be an open marriage, so she ran off. I will get her back. Just be patient." My dad responds to me with a fixed tone.

I sigh, hang up, and shove the phone back into my jacket. I picked up the pillow and screamed my frustration into it.

This is the stupidest bullsh*t I've ever experienced in my life!!! Ahhhh! I punched the pillow a couple of times. Feeling a little better. I grab a change of clothes and go to the bathroom, locking the door and running myself a bath. I strip out of my clothes and begin to bathe. I close my eyes as I sink my head below the water. For a couple of minutes. Something I've done to relax myself.

I pull myself up, run my hands over my hair and face, and wash my hair. I was softly singing to myself.

I hear a knock and the door jingles.

"Emily, open the door. I need to use the bathroom." He says

Ewe, I think. Can't he use his brain and notice I want to be left the fuck alone?

"I'm busy bathing; use a different bathroom," I say slightly sassy.

I don't hear anything. I guess he's not as dumb as I thought.

The door is opened from the other side. I scream, covering myself with my arms.

"What the hell! Get out!" I scream at him.

He only chuckles at my reaction.

He drops his pants a bit and starts to piss in front of me. I turn my head to the wall, not wanting to see any more of him than is necessary.

He looks at me a bit, not saying anything, before walking out and closing the door behind him, locking it from the other side.

What a fucking weirdo! Let's say I was Emily. He could still give his "wife" some privacy when she wanted it.

I roll my eyes and get dressed, drying myself off and getting redressed. I open the door.

"Atlas!" I shout, hearing his paws hit the floor as he walks to me. I close the door once he comes in and pat the bed for him to sit by me. I put him down and read my book.

After a while, I stop reading my book and just focus my attention on Atlas. It was now dinner time. "Wanna help me make dinner? Do  you?" I ask him.

I giggle at him as he licks me.

I walked down the stairs and went to the kitchen to make food. I see the men in the living room drinking beer and watching football.

I mentally roll my eyes. Men. So predictable.

I walk up to them. "Would you like dinner?" I ask, looking at the wall, not at any of them.

"Sure, baby," Alexander says, still looking at the TV.

"Can you get me another beer?" He asks; he surely cannot be serious.

"You have two feet. Get one yourself; you didn't even say please." I say walking away.

Before my arm is grabbed, "Please," he says smugly.

I roll my eyes and yank my arm away. Not replying and walking to the fridge to get him another beer. I opened it and set it on the table. I walk away, but my ass is smacked. "Keep your hands to yourself," I snap with venom, not appreciating the unwanted touching.

"You are my wife. I've done a lot more than smack your ass." Alexander says it smugly.

I shake my head, annoyed, and walk back into the kitchen to cook.

"Sono sicuro che non sia mia moglie, ha una grossa cicatrice sulla schiena che mia moglie non aveva."

{I'm certain she's not my wife; she has a large scar on her back that my wife didn't have}

I roll my eyes in annoyance. Why they felt the need to speak a language I didn't understand to purposely exclude me upsets me. Atlas was at my feet. I throw him a piece of cooked food. Once it was done,

"Shh, don't tell Zander," I whisper, giggling and petting him in once again.

"Don't tell me what?" He smirks at me, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Nothing, isn't that right, Atlas?" I say, outing my finger back in a shh manner, looking at him.

I made my plate and walked over to the living room. I stand there waiting until a commercial.

"Food is ready whenever you want," I say before quickly walking away, sitting down, and eating.

Alexander grabs my plate from me and carries it to the living room.

"I was eating that." I am annoyed.

"I know, you can eat it with us." He says this as he sits down, eating his food.

I roll my eyes. I walk into the living room, grabbing my plate and sitting beside him, pulling my feet to my chest as I eat. I finish eating, grab the empty plates, and take them into the kitchen to wash them. I feel my arms wrap around my waist and breath against my neck. I moved away. "I don't want you to get sick; please don't touch me," I say

"Come on, babe, you have been home all day, and I've missed you. I'm just showing you how much I've missed you, my wife." He says

I sigh to myself internally and let him continue his torment; after all, he thinks I'm Emily, right? So it would be odd if I didn't let him kiss me.