As soon as they stepped out of the Lamborghini that drove them home she already felt so tired she wanted to go to bed as soon as possible.
"Welcome home my darling wife ."Rafael said to her, taking her hand into his as they walked into the mansion. It took a long time for Ethan to go in and as soon as they got in, the staff who had been waiting for them exploded into cheers and clapping as the congratulations rented the air. While all the staff dispersed, Bernice could swear that Ethan's piercing gaze was still on her. He has been feeling so uncomfortable all this while. He still couldn't believe that she was married to his uncle. "I think I'd rather start going home immediately ." Raphael glanced at his wristwatch. "We just got back from the reception, don't you think it's quite late for you to go back to your apartment?" At the world apartment Bernice raised her eyebrows and she gave Ethan a funny look . If only Rafael knew that he had no place to call his home, that he had gambled away his house two months ago and he had been squatting at her place. Now that he had wronged her she was damn sure he was going to stay in a hotel for the time being. "I would like to go upstairs and change ."Bernice said just to avoid seeing his stupid face. "Okay my love." Rafael said, just to piss him off more she approached Rafael and pecked him on the cheeks. She would swear that at that very instant Ethan was so red that he wanted to explode with anger but it was none of her business. "All right ." Rafael said, smiling at her. By the time she got upstairs to the room ,she slammed the door and almost leaped up in joy. She congratulated herself for taking a very bold and beautiful step. It was one way to get revenge. And Olivia, haven’t heard of her for some time now. Speaking of which… She picked up her phone to give her a call. She wanted them to feel the pain she had felt when she saw them making out the day before. It was at the first ring that Olivia picked up And she didn't even allow her to say something when she screamed into the phone in excitement . "Congratulations bride to be." Olivia said "I read about you a while ago." "Not a bride to be ."she corrected ."I'm already his wife. She had a mental image of Olivia gasping for air from shock." You mean you are already married to Italy's richest man?" "Yes, best friend ." she smiled "And opps, I forgot I wanted to invite you but then I felt that you might try to snatch my husband. " She loved her play of words and she wasn't done with her when she continued. *And I also love to invite you to my home but you don't know how to close your legs, how am I sure that you won't take my husband right before my eyes? Once bitten twice shy you know. " Then Oliver voice came again on the other end "I'm sorry." she said. Before she could continue, Bernice interrupted. "The reason why I'm calling you is not because of my marriage, I just want to let you know that Ethan is now yours, you can have him for all I care and also the man whom you're thinking is wealthy gambled his house 2 months ago ." She threw her head back and laughed. "So for now you both will be staying on the streets." And with that she cut off the phone and threw it on the bed. She quickly got into the bathroom and came out a few minutes later. She picked up some folded clothes on the bed and quickly changed and looked at herself in the mirror. She came down to find out that dinner had already been served. Ethan was staring at his food as he ate slowly ,she knew he didn't want to see her because she was already pissing him off. She sat very close to Rafael as they began to eat. There was a huge silence between all three of them ,she knew he was angry she was married to his uncle but he had to deal with it. "My lovely wife and I will be going on a honeymoon. I would like you to oversee the company in our absence. "Rafael broke the silence. "What !" Ethan heard himself saying. I don't understand ,you mean you both are going on honeymoon?" Both Rafael and Bernice exchange surprise glances. "What sort of question is that? is this the first time you are hearing of the word 'honeymoon' " "Beside." Rafael probed further. "You told me you are in a relationship with a certain girl, how is it going? He asked,chewing his food slowly and reached for a glass of wine and sip, his eyes were still fixed on Ethan who suddenly turned red. Bernice's heart gave a mad jump when she looked down at her food only to look up to see that Ethan was staring at her. "What's going on? " Rafael asked incredulously." Why are both of you staring at each other? " "Oh nothing,just that he looks so heartbroken. " She smirked Ethan's head was spinning and it felt like he wanted to cry. "Oh I see ."Rafael said, smiling mischievously, then he turned to Bernice. "I think I should get you a car as a wedding gift," he said, holding her hand and peering into her eyes in a loving way. She gave a cynical smile and knew what she was about to say will throw him off balance. "But I also need one more thing." “Which is?” "I need someone to take me around the town. " "Tell me and it is done,who do you want ?" There was a great silence before she turned and looked at Ethan. I think your nephew should ,he knows everywhere.He should be my driver."The honeymoon had barely worked for Bernice. Rafael and I had been gone only a week, whisked to the Amalfi Coast, with citrus floating in the air, waves setting against the cliffs playing melodies. That was until his empire called him back home. Who was she to argue with a man who gave her everything and more than she could ask for?They pulled into the mansion, hardly the sun over the horizon. A warm dawn greeted them back in Rome. Bernice hardly slept during the flight, the previous night as the quiver had run all through the night. Rafael's hand found Bernice as they strolled around the long driveway."I have something special for you, my love," Rafael murmured, sudden softness in his voice that shocked her to the core against all expectations.She turned to him with a sleepy smile. "You've already given me so much more than I ever could have asked for, Raf."He laughed softly. "And yet… I did promise you a car, didn't I? And I always keep to my word.Yes you do, Always. Bernice sa
The leather beneath the chair in which Bernice sat was smooth and cool, much like the life one will slip into so easily. She eased back a bit, letting the soft hum of engines murmur with her mind as she let the world slide by her window, blurring into green, blue, and gray striations. Her reflection stared back at her, a woman in charge now, covered in the type of luxury she had never imagined. Now the mansion, the clothes, the jewels were hers. None of it could turn her mind away from the real reason that she married Rafael—revenge.And the smile stayed on her lips. It didn't waver as she sipped that champagne Rafael had poured for her, filled with admiration and maybe love in his eyes. Ironically, this man had everything: money, power, looks. And he was now totally at her mercy. He didn't know; he had become but a pawn in her game, the tool to punish those who wronged her.When it pulled up in front of the boutique, Bernice turned to find Rafael typing furiously on his phone—no doub
The heat appeared to cling to Bernice, even here inside the mansion. It was hard to rid herself of the tension that had built up during the drive with her. Every minute crawled like hours, with her innocence grating on my nerves like sandpaper, and each further mistake jabbed at his patience. By the time they ran into Olivia, he was hanging on by a thread; the edges starting to fray at the seams with every passing second.Ethan stormed down the hallway, hardly noticing the servants who scurried out of his way. His head was such a jumbled tangle of anger and frustration. He needed space, a moment to breathe, a moment to clear his head. But that moment never arrived."Ethan.His feet stopped at the sound of her voice. He turned slowly, every muscle of his body tightening as his gaze met Olivia's. She was standing at the main door entrance, a portrait in calmness, a small smile playing on her lips as if she hadn't just thrown a grenade into my day. He had wanted to avoid her, just wante
"Round two, Ethan," Bernice giggled, smacking the chair as she buckled her seatbelt. Late sun rays dived through the car windows into a huge affectionate embrace.His fingers clamped harder around the rim of the steering wheel, and his clenched jaw gripped even tighter. He had been trying all morning to evade this, but for Bernice, another driving class was a must. Until he finally snapped, he said, "Can't you see, Bernice? It is time you ask for another instructor; this is not funny anymore, and I am tired of your games."Bernice waved the complaint off and smiled. "Never, Ethan, you're doing just fine. Besides, I just love these small moments we spend together."Ethan heaved a sigh of frustration, and his fingers started drumming up and down the wheel. "You cherish these moments, huh? Maybe you just like driving me nuts.""Maybe," Bernice teased, a twinkle in the eyes. "But it's your job, isn't it? To teach me stuff.""To teach you?" he growled, "or to endure this torture?" and Bern
"Ethan, you're delusional."Rafael's tone was scornful as he rolled his eyes away, rocking back in his chair with a glass of whiskey clutched between fingers. Ethan sat across from him. Animosity stretched across the table from him. The room was black and the fire dancing in the fireplace threw undulating shadows across the walls."It's not a delusion," Ethan persisted, his voice measured but razor-edged. "I've seen the way she looks at him, the way they interact. Bernice isn't loyal to you, Rafael. She's using you."Rafael's jaw flexed, but he didn't speak right away. He swirled the whiskey around his glass. His narrowed eyes considered Ethan's words. "And you're telling me this out of the kindness of your heart?"His body tipped forward, his eyes locked onto Ethan's. "I'm telling you this because you deserve to know the truth. You don't care about Bernice, but you care about your reputation. You really want to be that fool whom everybody is laughing at behind closed doors?"His eyes
"Thanks for the ride, Liam," Bernice said, finally outside the car and offering him a gracious, warm smile."Anytime, Bernice," Liam told her, his eyes loitering a bit on her for one last moment before he nodded. "Take care of yourself, okay?”She nodded and waved after him as he pulled away. It had been nice, just a quiet dinner with Liam and talking about life. She did feel a little lighter, but strange unease had settled in her chest as she made her way up the drive to the house she shared with Rafael.A cold draft hit Bernice in the face as she pushed open the front door. The only sound in the house was that of the refrigerator. She stepped inside, then stopped to listen to the thudding of her heart, waiting for Rafael's voice to call her name, but there was nothing."Rafael?" she called, peering across the semifull/dim living room. She could make out his outline sitting on the couch, staring at a blank television screen. "Rafael, I'm back."He didn't move, didn't even turn in the
"Where is Rafael?" Bernice demanded, tones quivering with anger and desperation, as she finally turned to face him. Indeed, she had not even bothered blotting the tears still staining her cheeks. "I'm not signing anything until I see him."Ethan's face remained ice, unconvinced by the rebellious act. There he stood, aloof, gazing at her, as he had a few minutes earlier-with his hand clutched to the divorce papers. "Bernice, this is no subject for discussion. Rafael does not wish to see you; he has decided.".Bernice shook her head, unreceptive. "Then he can come and tell me that himself," she returned. "I deserve to hear it from him. If he wants me out of this house, then he'll have to look me square in the eye and tell me why."Ethan squared his jaw, ticking his face in frustration for a second. "You're making everything way harder than it has to be," he threatened, coming nearer in a low, dangerous tone.Bernice didn't twitch. "No," she said firmly, tightly securing her face with he
"What are you still doing here?" Rafael asked, finally pent-up irritation to boil over as he moved into the living room; he had been hoping that by now Bernice would have packed up her things and made her exit quietly. Here she was, though, right in the middle of his living room, still defiant and unbowed.The sight of her rejuvenated his anger all anew. He could look at her, and all that stared back was betrayal—acting out what she had been doing all this while. And worse still, he saw how blind he was to it all."I cannot do this." Bernice's voice quivered as her eyes stuck to the divorce papers lying before her, splayed on the desk. Her fingers trembled to try and hold the pen steady in her hand, which felt like it weighed a ton.She sat down in her room, surrounded by heavy silence, her thoughts racing. All would be renounced: her marriage to Rafael, her plan of revenge, above all—her dignity. She almost heard mocking laughter from Ethan and saw a smug look on Olivia's face while