The Unholy Bride: In God's Name, I Kill

Chapter 12 : A Visit

The breakfast was served with Mason and me locked in an unblinking stare, as if one blink might reveal some hidden truth. His imposing figure and calm demeanor usually made him intimidating, but right now, the intensity in his eyes—like he was ready to drag me out of there and silence me—was oddly amusing, knowing how much he was trying to maintain control. And to make matters worse for him, I kept casting glances at Enzo, flashing a sly grin that made him shift uncomfortably in his seat. It put me in such a good mood that, when my husband finally spoke to me, I didn't feel the urge to rip his tongue out.

"Do you want to go along with me to the company?" my husband asked.

I turned to him, lifting my gaze up to meet his eyes with my brows a little furrowed. "Why?"

It was odd because he never let me step in his company even when we started dating months ago, when he was freshly released from prison.

He shrugged, taking a sip of his orange juice. "I just figured you'd get bored being left alone here. Don't you get bored when you're by yourself?"

No, because I entertain myself by digging into your family's secrets—I wanted to say that, but I kept my mouth shut because he'd kill me if he ever found out. I had planned to sneak into his mother's room and retrieve her diary once they left for work, but it might raise suspicion if I insisted on staying alone in the mansion. So, I just replied with, "Yeah, sure."

After breakfast, we all left the mansion to start our day. Roman and I drove Scarlette to school, looking every bit like the picture-perfect family. As we passed by, people couldn't help but stare at us with a mix of envy and fascination, especially when my husband parked his Rolls-Royce outside the school.

"Babye, Dada and Mawy," the little girl said, waving her hand as she struggled to keep her balance from carrying her backpack.

"Bye, baby. Enjoy your day," Roman responded, waving his hand as well. We watched his daughter walk into the school with a group of her friends, all of whom have the same condition as her. They were so cute, their tiny steps and laughter filling the air as they made their way inside.

After making sure they were safe, we left for my husband's office. He owns a multi-million-dollar software company that creates a variety of gadgets, some of which find their way onto the black market—things like microchip cameras, explosives, and listening devices. That was why I was so careful—because I thought he might have planted some in the mansion. Fortunately, he didn't because he trusted me too much, and his sister might lose her mind, especially since she has a secret she'll go to her grave to protect. I inwardly smiled from my thoughts. I can't wait to come face to face with Mason later, just to see him run out of color.

My husband opened the car door for me and gently wrapped his arms around my waist as I stepped out. I walked beside him until we reached the lobby of his luxurious company, where the employees were too intimidated to get in our way, which I understood because I'd be too if I were them.

"Mr. Steel, you have a meeting," informed by a woman who was the first one to approach us. She was dressed in a tight, revealing office outfit with four buttons on her blouse unbuttoned, showing off her cleavage. I inwardly rolled my eyes, feeling no surprise at the thought that she and my husband might be fucking behind my back.

Roman nodded at the woman before turning his attention to me. "Wait for me in my office," he said, giving a subtle signal to his secretary. The woman motioned for me to follow, leading me to the elevator and up to the 27th floor—an exclusive level reserved for VIPs, where the entire floor was dedicated to my husband's office.

Once the elevator doors opened, my lips couldn't help but do the same, drawn to the view that stretched before me—the entire skyline of the city, unfolding through the towering glass walls like a masterpiece. Oh, god... my husband's money wasn't in my priority list, but I might take it as well.

"Mrs. Steel, just call me if you need anything," the secretary told me with a small smile on her lips before she returned to the elevator and left me alone.

Still amazed, I made my way toward my husband's swivel chair with my eyes wandering, the reason why I found out that his office was packed with surveillance cameras, which means I couldn't investigate what he might be hiding here. Despite that, I couldn't resist and opened the drawer of his massive desk, hoping to uncover something—anything—that might reveal what he was hiding. But by some stroke of luck, I found nothing—except for stacks of hundred-dollar bills and a handful of useless papers. So in the end, I found myself doodling on a piece of paper, passing the time until my husband showed up sooner than I had expected.

I quickly stood up to greet him and asked, "Is the meeting done?"

It was clear from the furrow in his brows that he was in a bad mood. But thankfully, he didn't take it out on me. Instead, he gently pulled me into his lap when he sat down on the black leather couch.

"I canceled it," he said, answering my question from earlier.

I tilted my head in confusion as I soothed his arm because I knew he was so hardworking. In fact, aside from being a rapist, he was a workaholic jerk, so what made him cancel his meeting?

"Why?" I finally asked.

"Noa didn't show up, and he's not fucking answering his phone," he said, making me freeze in place. My hand stopped mid-motion, no longer caressing his arm while my heart leapt into my throat.

My husband continued to rant about his stupid friend, but my mind drifted as the name echoed in my thoughts, reverberating through every corner of my mind. It was just last night when I killed him, so how come I easily forget about him?

I smiled when my husband turned his gaze to me. "Maybe you should call him again, or pay a visit to his house? He might just be sick."

I secretly rolled my eyes. Sick, my ass. No, he's fucking rotting in my closet.