Chapter 3

Sofia's Pov

I quickly turned on the light and gasped as I noticed she was going to cry.

A loud cry made me flinch as the baby beside me started crying as if on cue the other one on top of me followed, the door burst open, and an angry-looking man with a gun glared at me.

My husband looked like he was on the verge of pulling the trigger and I quickly got out of my stupor, I carried the youngest who looked like a baby.

Oh, the baby who needs to be fed well, and it's passed time for her dinner I think. The other one climbed up the bed crawling towards me.

“What are you doing?” He asked with a frown and I started sputtering nonsense.

“I...I..was sleeping...I..”

“You were sleeping? Have you even seen the kids or bothered to check up on them before going to bed?” He glowered and I gulped cursing myself under my breath.

How did I not think about that?

“I should just get rid of you before you become a problem to me” He corked the gun and I flinched patting the baby as her cries got louder than ever, he was scaring them with the noise but I couldn't tell him now I should bother about myself first.

“I'm so sorry it won't happen again, I will attend to them now” I pleaded frantically he didn't look convinced so I hushed the older one and she calmed down snuggling my thighs.

The baby was obviously hungry and I needed to give food to her as soon as possible, “Just give me a chance I won't let you down, I was just a bit tired after today it won't happen again” I pleaded and he was about to say something when his phone started ringing, he left the room grumbling about an event as he answered the call.

I hurriedly changed her diaper and called for a maid to help me bathe the other one, I prepared food for the baby and she sucked on the feeding bottle as if her life depends on it.

I smiled at her as she purred curling her tiny hands and circling her tiny feet in the air, I rocked her slowly and a strange warm feeling settled on my chest.

The poor baby was hungry and she needed someone to give her food, her mother isn't here and I'm sure she thinks I'm her mother now.

The way they climb my bed made me wonder how many times they've done it, or is that their mother's room?

Is that the reason why they think I'm her?

“It's okay now, I'm sorry for making you cry” I cooed softly, she doesn't speak so crying was the only way she could express her discomfort, I lifted my gaze to find my husband staring at me I didn't even remember his name but I remembered my father calling him Mark.

I can't call him Mark because he is obviously older than me, “Can you please tell me their names?” I found myself asking because I wanted to know, “Her name is Joey and his name is Luis” He replied in a soft fatherly tone, of course he has a soft spot for his kids and he wants them to be taken care of while I despise him for bringing me here I couldn't blame him.

How I wished my father was like him, intimidating and imposing but he cares for his children.

“And their mother?” I asked boldly and I saw a flash of pain in his facial expressions but it was gone as soon as it came.

“Dead, why do you think I married you? Your useless father owned me and when he heard I needed a wife he told me he had a daughter, I didn't know he would give me a minor for a wife” He scoffed and I sighed.

“I'm twenty years old, sir” I blurted out before I could stop myself, “And I'm forty years old, you can do the math yourself” He retorted and I paled instantly.

He is way older than me, what was my useless father thinking?

“What is your name?” He suddenly asked.

“Sofia, sir”

“Sofia, call me Mark,” He said in a flat tone as I nodded goosebumps covering my skin as he stared at me with a blank expression on his face, the baby was fast asleep in my arms.

“Did your father inform you of this?”

“No, he only told me I will be getting married” It was as simple as that, he came home drunk and bruised saying I would be getting married in two days.

“I'm guessing it wasn't that easy” He arched his brows.

“He threatened to send my brother to an orphanage if I didn't comply” I added and he nodded as if he expected that from my father.

“How old is this brother of yours?”

“He is just eleven years old” I replied with hope flickering in my chest, should I say it or just wait for him to say it?

“Good, you are coming with me tomorrow evening, we will be attending a fundraising event so be prepared” He affirmed and walked away leaving me to wonder if I made a mistake telling him about my brother.

What if he held him as leverage over my head if anything should happen to his children, I'm such a fool to think he cares when he was just looking for a weakness.

I took the baby to my room and bathed her then dressed her up, I didn't want to let her out of my side so I placed her beside me.

Her brother was already fast asleep and I learned from the maid that he is only two years old and the baby is seven months old.

I felt the overwhelming urge to treat them right, not because Mark was terrifying but because I wanted to.

Maybe I want to be a mom and these kids lost their mother, just like me and Carl but I will do everything within my power to cover that loss.

Then it occurred to me that the name Mark was familiar.

Like the deadly mafia Mark Carvajal.

Oh my God!

Is he the Mark Carvajal?