Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Theodore's POV

“Why are you calling? Don't you have a wife?” Travis irritatingly said to me over the phone. I was standing on the balcony of our room but my eyes were pinned to the next room where my wife stayed the whole night.

Is she awake or still sleeping?

“I just got married yesterday,” I uttered and sighed.

“Exactly! It should be your honeymoon with her. Why the hell are you messing with me?” Irritation cannot be hidden from his voice.

“You're being obscene. I'm still older than you,” I can't believe I am using that card. It feels good though. I heard how he immediately laughed on the line as if he was gonna lose his mind.

“Who cares? Seriously, what the hell is your problem, huh?” He finally asked after complaining for so long.

I heaved a sigh and remained my eyes on the balcony of her room.

“We fought last night,” I admitted. This is why I hate marriage. I cannot do anything to leave her because for god's sake, we're already tied to each other.

“You fought? Theo, you should be making love wit—”

“Oh, shut up. I just told her that I didn't want this wedding and she's acting a bit strange.” This is giving me a headache. How am I supposed to face her now? I never had any woman in my life to know how to handle this kind of situation in a relationship.

Fvck arranged marriage.

“What? Are you out of your mind? You told us that Bria wanted this. You said all she did was to say yes to her goddamn parents and didn't even think of herself when she married you,” Travis was totally puzzled.

“Well,” I paused for a moment and bit my lower lip. “She’s really strange,” I added.

“What do you mean? Is it because she looked devastated last night?” Oh, yeah, including that one. She looked like she was about to cry at the reception of our wedding.

“It's not just about that. You know, I hated her huge smile that never even faded from her lips when we first met for this marriage. But right now, in our wedding, she couldn't even smile the same way she smiled before. You know what I mean? Her smiles were…sad. I feel like she's not the Bria I first met,” I explained and shut my eyes in distress.

“Dude, do you expect to get to know a person in one day, huh?” He's telling me that I am unbelievable by his tone.

“Never mind. I swear, something's strange. She's a benevolent type of a woman when we first met. But right now, she's so blunt and…she has a short temper.” Travis chuckled on the phone while I couldn't even smile.

“You know what, just get to know her. Don't drag me to your fucking relationship, Theodore.”

“Hey, wai—” I shook my head when he ended the call.

Now, what?

Bria’s POV

“Is he not up yet?” I asked the maid in the kitchen.

Yeah, I'm here in the kitchen watching them cook. I am so bored. How can't I? I'm not used to this kind of life that Bria has. At this time, I am supposed to be in my office, reading a lot of documents or maybe having a meeting. And here I am right now, watching them cook.

“Not yet, Mrs. Williams.” She formally answered.

Mrs. Williams. It's still a nightmare to me. I am fucking married to that jerk. How can he say bluntly that he didn't want this marriage? He just said that he doesn't like my twin at all!

“Is my wife awa—” his lips were left parted after seeing me in the kitchen. I felt like he wanted to take back his words.

“Why are you asking about me? You didn't want this, right?” I smiled sarcastically before I grabbed my coffee and left him with the maids.

“Let's talk, Bria.” My brows raised when he now used his firm baritone voice. But I am not that fragile as he thinks so I continued walking away, pretending that I didn't hear him at all.

“Bria,” he called me again.

I feigned ignorance.

“Bria Williams!” He exclaimed, which made my feet glued on the floor.

“Did you just yell at me?” I asked with an unbelievable smirk.

He took a deep breath and even put his hands on his waist. Well, I think I am successfully losing his temper. What would Bria do if she's alive and seeing this right now? They would probably get along, knowing how soft she is.

“Tell me, do you even want this marriage?” That question made me lose all my words.

I never even once thought that I would marry a different man aside from Sebastian. If there is a man I want to spend my life with, that would be Sebastian. Thinking of him and remembering how he begged me that day still shatters me.

“Hey,” I heaved a sigh when I was being lost in my thoughts.

“Did you want this marriage, Bria?” His voice softened.

“No,” I admitted.

“Then, why are you acting in our first meeting like you are not against this? That was the reason why I hated you. You should have said no to your parents. But you were only saying yes to them,” he chuckled. “And now, I don't even see a shadow of that freakin’ wide smile of yours…it's better though, I hated it. You were too soft.”

I smirked. He just defined Bria. We're totally different and I think Theodore is confused.

“Look,” I uttered, capturing back his exquisite eyes.

“This is the real me,” I said. “I never wanted this—yes. But what can I do? We're living in this damn Mafia world.” If you will ask me if I still despise this world, yes, I still do. So much.

“Excuse me, Mr. and Mrs. Williams, the food is ready.” The maid intervened. She left right after that. They all look like robots.

“Let’s eat and go to the mall after,” my brows crossed.

“Mall?”

“Yeah. Or maybe you want to do our honeymoon?”

“W-What?” I quickly looked away. I just felt my entire face burning.

“M-Mall sounds good,” I said and quickly headed to the dining hall.

As soon as we finished eating our breakfast in complete silence, we headed to the mall. Well, he was talking with somebody on the phone while we were eating. Theodore Williams is definitely a busy person.

“Grab everything you want, I'll pay.” He said while my eyes were roaming around the stalls.

I quickly smirked. “I can pay,” I uttered. He looked at me with those blank eyes of his.

“Just allow me. I'm your husband,” he was looking at me as if I was a pain in the neck.

“If you say so,” I smirked and quickly headed inside. I didn't check the prices and just grabbed everything that satisfies my eyes.

“Ice cream?” My brows raised after shopping and I saw him outside, holding two ice creams in a cone.

“Your mother said you love chocolate flavor when we first met,” he mentioned and showed it to me.

I don't like it. I actually despise that flavor.

“I hate it,” I replied and grabbed the vanilla flavor in his hand.

“Really?” He titled his head, seems to be thinking.

“Vanilla is my favorite,” I decided not to live like Bria. Even if I am using her name, I will live this damn Mafia world as me—as Briana.

“I hate this flavor,” he said blankly, despising the chocolate flavor.

I chuckled. “What can you do? I'm already eating this fl—” my jaw dropped when he tasted my ice cream. I couldn't move. It feels like I became a statue all of a sudden. My face began to burn.

“Vanilla is also my favorite, you stole it.” He smirked seductively— why is he smirking seductively?!

“You can just buy your own!” I exclaimed, still in awe.

“We're married, Bria. Are you still n—”

“Bria?”

Our attention was captured when we heard that voice. Even without looking, I already know who he is. How can I forget his voice that feels like music to my ears?

“S-Sebastian,”

The man that I love the most is right in front of me while I am with the man that I married.