Veil of Deception: The Replacement wife

Meet me halfway

We approached the table, and Tony and Harry sat down to eat.

Alexander makes me a plate and hands it to me, kissing me on the top of the head.

I walk to the table, hanging my head in shame as I place my full plate and fork down on the table and sit down.

Pain radiates from the area as my bottom makes contact with the chair.

"So Scarlet, are you not feeling well?" Tony asks me with amusement.

"Tony, leave her alone." Alexander comes to my aid.

Sitting down beside me. He eats.

I pick at my food, overwhelmed by emotions.

Why me?

"Scarlet, eat," Alexander says suddenly that his plate is almost empty.

I sigh deeply to myself, slowly eating the food. He gets up, holding his plate in his hand.

He leans down his mouth by my ear.
"Good girl," he whispers.

I continued to eat, and finally, half the plate was empty. I get up to throw it away.
"Scarlet." He says this as he stands beside me, leaning against the island.

I gulped my spit in nervousness.
"Yes?" I look at him questioningly, stopping in my tracks.

He glances at my plate and then back at me.

"I'm full," I tell him softly.

He sighs, rubbing his hand through his hair, trying to ease his frustration. "Fine." He says finally.

I throw the food in the trash. Looking at him.

"I'm going to go read in the bedroom," I said I did not want to be in his presence.

His men look at him as if wanting for him to say something as I walk away.

"Atlas!" I call out just as the grainy, gentle beast strolls to me.

"Scarlet, you will read out here." He tells me in a fixed tone.

"No," I say, walking away, patting my leg for Atlas to follow.

He does, and I pet his head as he follows me. I open and close the door behind me.

Sighing

He thinks he can just tell me what to do, and it makes me so mad!

Can't he just pick someone else to bother?

I plop down on the bed and grab my book. Patting the bed for Atlas to join.

A few minutes later, the door is opened.

Alexander's face shows frustration and anger. Making quick strides toward me, he ripped the book from my hand and marked it with my bookmark.

I guess he's nice enough to mark my place.
I think mentally, rolling my eyes.

"Can I help you?" I am annoyed.
He doesn't respond; he just grabs my arm, yanking me up. To meet his face.

"Here's how this is going to work, princess. You are going to walk downstairs, sit on the couch with me, and read your book. You didn't eat all your breakfast. You are being a child. You got played; deal with it. Now come downstairs before I make you Scarlet."

He says this as he grabs my chin, forcing me to meet his piercing gaze.

"I'm not your friend, Alexander. Leave me alone!" I shout with the little bit of confidence I have left.

"You are right, Scarlet, you aren't my friend. You are my wife. Now, do you want to act like a wife does to her husband? Or do you want to go downstairs like a good girl and read your book?" He asked, arching his brow smugly.

Which fuels me with rage.

I glared at him for a minute, jerking my head away from his hand. Ripping the book from his hand and opening the bedroom door.

I walk down the stairs and see Tony and Harry smirking at me.

Which just makes me more angry.

I sit downstairs on the furthest wand of the couch, away from their stupid faces. Grabbing a blanket and sitting on the couch.

They all knew the whole time!

I opened up my book and started reading again, pausing when I felt a presence sitting by me.

My body is already against the wall of the couch.

I try my hardest to ignore him.

I kept my eyes focused on the words in front of me.

I felt his hand heat the middle of my thigh under the blanket.


I look at his hand and move it away with my own.

When he places it back, it is slightly more harsh than before.

I huff and roll my eyes, moving my hand to remove his hand once again.

He tightens his grip.

A small whimper is felt.

"Don't try to move my hand." He says this to me in a stern voice.

I look back down at my book.

After a while, his grip loses its tight, slightly painful hold.

His focus is on the TV.

Thankfully, or so I thought, his hand slowly creeps up my thigh slightly little by little.

I get fed up and try to push his hand away once again.

He just grips my thigh tight again.

"Relax Scarlet I'm not doing anything, just placing my hand on my wife's thigh. Is that a problem?" He asks me smugly.

Whatever smug asshole.

He had good looks going for him. I think lightly, chuckling to myself.

Looking down at my thigh.

He softened his grip and softly rubbed the area as if to soothe the now tender skin.

"I wouldn't have done that had you just stopped pushing me away. I'm just touching your thigh, nothing more. I'm willing to wait until you're ready to be intimate with me, but you still have to meet me halfway, Scarlet." He tells me, looking at me, that his facial expression is unreadable.

"Fine, but no more secrets," I tell him seriously.

"Eel, then if we are being transparent, there's something you should know." He tells me his face is serious.

"Okay?" I am confused.

"Despite what I tell you right now, no matter how you react, it doesn't change that you are my wife. I will not let you go." He tells me seriously.

"Like I already figured that much out, Alexander," I say annoyed.

Just then, his phone rings.