Chapter 8

~Aubrey

“On second thoughts, never mind, it isn't important.”

“Victoria are you sure?” Marilyn asks from the other end and I pinch the space between my brows. What was I thinking wanting to tell her the truth? What did I even want to tell her anyways?

Oh, I'm actually your best friend Aubrey in Victoria's body?

The fuck?

Marilyn is important to me right now, she's going to be very helpful now and in the future, I can't afford to loose her because she thinks I've gone crazy after spending some hours in jail.

I sighed. “Yeah I'm sure, it's nothing important.”

Marilyn hums from the other end. “If you so. I'll leave you to rest now, call me if you need anything, alright?”

“Alright.” I replied and she finally disconnects the call, silence enveloping me once again. I slip the phone back into my pocket and run my fingers though my hair. “Dear universe, I hope I don't die in Alexander's hands tomorrow.”

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Alexander’s pov

I walk into the study room, closing the door shut behind me. My fingers rub the crease between my brows in frustration before I sit down on the swivel chair.

“Jarred.” I call out and Jarred answers from the other end of the phone.

“Yes Mr Blackwood?”

“What hospital was Victoria's pregnancy test done in?”

“The Langley's Hospital sir.”

“The owner is a renowned doctor?”

“I haven't done any official researches but I believe so, he's quite popular in his field.”

“Book an appointment with him tomorrow.”

“Alright.” Jarred responds and I cut the call, tossing the phone to a corner. The night air blew in through the window, ruffling up some papers and tossing some to the ground, but I cared less.

My eyes zone into a distance, my left hand on my jaw. “Oh Victoria, you better not be lying, because I wouldn't even be able to stop myself from doing something despicable to you.”

The Next Morning.

~Aubrey

I am happily laying down on the bed, lost in an island of dreams when suddenly an alarm makes me jolt. I sluggishly open my eyes and see that it had come from Victoria's phone.

Was she that of an early riser?

“Get washed, I don't have all day.”

I jolt again but this time in fear upon hearing the voice from the door and I turn to see Alexander in a neatly ironed suite, leaning against the frame.

“You pervert! Have you been watching me all along?!”

Alexander: “...”

I had no idea when the words stumbled out ofmy mouth but before I'm able to say anything else, I see Alexander stride towards me before gripping me by my neck.

“Do I look like I pervert to you?” His voice was low and filled with strained anger.

But I wasn't going to let him intimidate me. I immediately bite down on his palm as hard as I could but I'm surprised to see that he didn't flinch nor did his expression change, but after a while, he lets go of my neck and wipes away my saliva on his hand on my head.

“You–!”

“Get ready.” He said and walked out of the room and I hiss disdainfully in return before finally slipping out of the quilt. Walking into the bathroom, the first thing I am met with is my reflection and my eyes immediately buldge out once my gaze dropped to my chest.

One of my breast was currently plunged out of my night top!

Goodness, it must be that horrid sleeping position I have! Even in my past, why couldn't I ever have a goodnight sleep without this happening?

My cheeks suddenly flushed red in embarrassment knowing that Alexander must had seen it when he had grabbed my neck. But he didn't react nor did his gaze ever falter down.

Victoria was his wife anyways, was he already used to seeing her naked?

Or was the quilt covering it up?

I had no idea and it made my cheeks light up bright red in embarrassment again, but I didn't dwell too much on it and instead freshened up. Walking out the bathroom with a towel draped around my body, I stride towards the wardrobe just to be met with yellow floral gowns similar to that I had worn yesterday.

I crease my brows. Did Alexander forbid Victoria from wearing another shade of clothes or did she just have bad taste?

It'll most likely be the latter, Alexander does not appear to be someone who'd be interested with what and what you do not wear.

“I'll have to change her wardrobe..” I speak to myself before slipping into one of the gowns, packing my hair into a high messy bun, and finished up my look with a little pink gloss.

I gazed in the mirror. Victoria's face was very pretty, skin as white as milk and as clear as glass. My finger trailed across the edges of her face. Mine was as pretty as this, but the Winstons forbade me from either applying makeup or taking proper care of myself.

“As the daughter-in-law of the family, your main focus should be the family not yourself!”

They'd always say and naive me would always do as told with just one soothing sentence from Kenneth. “They're only training you to be a good daughter-in-law, my love.”

I sigh and shake my head. That was all in the past now. I’ll show them all who Aubrey was, but before that could happen, I'd have to become a socialite, make myself known amongst well known and wealthy people in the country, and the person who'll help me achieve that is Alexander.

“Alexander!” Remembering him, I hastily rush out of the bedroom and quickly descended the staircase but there was no trace of him in the living room. I search around but there was still no trace of him anyway.

“Mrs Blackwood?”

I hear Jarred call from behind and I immediately turn to face him. “Where's Mr Blackwood?”

“Mr Blackwood is waiting for you outside.”

I nod and quickly rush out, and finally spot Alexander leaning by the car.

“Mr Blackwood.” I call out and he turns to face.

“I’m ready no–”

“Why are you wearing this?” His voice abruptly cuts into my sentence and I crease my brows. Does he have a problem with the dress? Yes, it's a V-neck gown, but it's not that revealing..

But before I'm able to respond, Alexander's deep yet menacing voice makes the hairs on my neck stand. “I asked a question, why are you in this dress?!”