Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Happy wedding 

Theodore's POV

“Your wife seems to be distracted,” I looked at Travis when he suddenly brought that up. 

My eyes quickly shifted at Bria, the woman I just married. She was still in front, staring at the food on our table. I just left for a while to engage with the visitors because Bria is not yet greeting everybody. He heaved a sigh and continued pouring a drink in his glass. 

“She has been like that since earlier,” Troy commented beside Travis. 

“She's in pain,” all of us glanced at Tinker when she mentioned that. She was glancing at Bria in front who hadn't even touched the food. 

I secretly clenched my jaw. Why am I having this feeling? It's hard to see her like that. We only met once. But I will not deny how her tender smile is already glued in my mind. She might not talk, but her eyes were telling it all. 

“Well, why are you bothered? It's not like you married each other because you're in love. You married each other for the benefits of our clans,” Tinker directly told them. She never failed to be straightforward. 

Why is Bria like that? Is she against this marriage? She was the one who was into this. She didn't even go against her parents. 

“Just leave her alone,” I said firmly to my siblings. 

Bria’s POV 

“The red hair suits you,” Freya commented, which captured my eyes when she came towards me. I pulled myself together and looked around me. All of them were having a blast, celebrating this marriage that I never once thought I would be in. 

“Just like Bria,” she added and drank the champagne in her glass. “You're not acting like her, Briana. You can't even flash a small smile and your eyes tell it all that you are mourning.” 

She gave me her dark sharp eyes. “Remember, Briana. You stepped into your twin's life. Look around,” she said as we both waved our gazes at the people around us. “It might not be obvious, but they are all watching you and Theodore. You must be careful if you want to make this work.” 

I shut my eyes as I crumpled my hands on my lap. I took a deep breath and tried to focus again. I have been trying to play as Bria since the beginning of the wedding. But my d*mn mind is somewhere else. I couldn't forget how my twin died. And I couldn't even erase Sebastian in my head. 

“You can't fuck this up or we will be the one who's fucked up,” she muttered when she stood up and was about to leave me there. 

“Pull yourself together. The Williams have keen eyes, especially the man you married.” She reminded me before she drank all the champagne left in her glass. 

I decided to go around and greet the visitors. I cannot stay on the table and just watch them. Freya was right. I have to pull myself together because I cannot fuck up anymore. I am wearing Bria’s life right now and I already threw mine for her sake. 

“So, how many kids should we expect? I'm sure the both of you will produce good Mafia bosses,” the woman that I don't even know said and chuckled with the others. I don't even know any of them. 

“How many should we expect, Bria?” The other woman repeated the question again. How am I supposed to answer that? Bria never told me how many children she wants when she gets married. 

Shit. 

“I-I’m stil—” a hand wrapped on my waist and pulled me closer to him. Theodore quickly captured my eyes and saved my ass for these people as he arrived. 

“We're not rushing. We prefer to spend more time together. Right, Bria?” He asked. I was in awe right now. They were all eyeing me while wearing those extensive smiles. 

“O-Of course,” I replied immediately and faked a smile. 

“Now, if you excuse us, we have to leave. I believe my wife is already tired, aren't you?” That moment, I feel like I got to know some part of Theodore's character. I wonder if Bria also witnessed this side of him. 

I simply nodded and remained smiling to them. His hand on my waist slipped down and our hands were intertwined. We both turned our backs to them—where my fake smile faded. I glanced at him and the smile he was wearing earlier vanished. 

“Do you want to go home?” He asked while we were walking in the crowd. 

I was about to make an answer when I realized what a couple do after the wedding. Fuck. Why is this all happening? I even forget that a honeymoon is part of marriage! I bit my lower lip and my face almost crumpled after realizing that. 

“I need an answer, Bria.” He said firmly and finally looked at me. Our eyes locked together. 

“S-Sure,” I replied, not sure about my decision. Isn't it funny? I will have sex with a complete stranger—to the man that my twin is supposed to marry. 

“Are you leaving?” My mother asked when we were about to leave. Theodore paid his respect to my mother and eyed me for a moment. 

“I'll go inside first,” he uttered and finally let go of my hand. 

“You're doing well,” she commented, wearing that strange smile. I can tell that she was not happy—she’s probably not. My twin just died and we are here, attending her supposed wedding. 

“I might be your stubborn daughter, Mom…but please, don't worry about me. I got this. I always got this,” I assured her and held her hands. 

“I understand why you are doing this. Bri—Bria,” she closed her eyes firmly. “I know you love living alone. I know that you're genuinely happy with Sebastian…” she then held my hands back. “Just tell me if you can't do it anymore and the Barbaras will rescue you, no matter what.” 

I appreciate that. But I already gave up everything in my life as Briana. I will only give up if I find out who was behind the death of my twin. 

“Thanks, Mom. But I will endure this until I catch the culprit,” I faked a smile in front of her just to lessen her worries. 

“I love you,” she mumbled and embraced me tightly. It's been a while since she became like this to me. 

“I love you too,” I whispered back. 

I gave all my best not to let any of my tears slip from my eyes when I went inside the car and simply waved my hand to my mother outside. I pinned my eyes outside the window and ignored Theodore beside me. My heart is so heavy right now. 

“Are you okay?” He asked. I was not expecting that from him. When I looked at him, he was just staring outside the window as well. His baritone voice softened a bit. 

“Yeah,” I replied. Even if I'm not, it's not like I can tell him. I can never trust any of the Williams. 

The huge black gate greeted us when it automatically opened as soon as we arrived at his place. There was an extensive pathway where it was surrounded by the flowers beside it. At the end of it is the mansion. 

Fuck. His mansion is bigger than mine. How can it be? I'm sure I'm a billionaire like him. Should I extend my house? 

“Do you live alone here?” I asked while lingering my eyes in every corner of the house when he helped me get out of the car. 

“Yeah, and the maids. Your things are already in our room,” he captured my eyes due to that. 

“Huh? In our room?” My eyes widened. I can feel my cheeks burning. 

“Yes. Do you expect us to sleep in a different room?” He asked and chuckled before he headed inside while removing his coat and tie. 

I was left outside, gulping and clenching my cold hands. I followed him to our room. When he opened the door and we both came in, I quickly smelled how manly it was. There is a king size bed in the middle. A couch on the side. A vanity mirror on the left side, where everything I need is surely there. 

“That's your walk-in closet and this is mine,” he said. So, the right one is mine. 

“Okay,” I replied blankly. “I'm taking a shower.” 

He simply nodded and headed out. I was so thankful when he did that. So, I quickly took a bath and prepared to sleep. I hope the honeymoon doesn't cross his mind for god's sake. 

“You took a bath?” I asked when he came back and his hair was already soaked. He already changed his clothes earlier. 

“Yes,” he replied and headed to the bed. 

It was a moment of silence between us. It feels so awkward. 

“I know you're not fine,” he mentioned, which made me stop. 

I couldn't answer. “Something's strange. When I first met you, you were smiling so much. I even hated you,” he chuckled. 

“W-Why?” I stuttered. 

“Because all you do is to agree to whatever your parents tell you. You didn't even do anything to stop this marr—”

“Are you saying that you don't want to marry me?” I asked sharply. 

He smirked. “Come on, Bria. We both don't want this,” he uttered. 

My blood just started to boil. I suddenly want to punch him. 

“Then, that's enough reason for us not to be in the same room.” I said and gave him a sarcastic smile. 

“Bria, it's not wh—”

“What? We're doing this marriage because they told us to. Am I right, Theodore Williams?” I raised my brows at him and he couldn't say anything. 

“Happy wedding,” I greeted him before I left that fucking room. 

He's pushing me to reveal my true demon color. 

What a great first night with my husband.