Chapter 5: Zyko the Lucifer

Sydney McCarthney's Point of View

It is difficult to marry and live together with someone you despise. We need to get along well because he's my husband. I also had not expected fixed marriage to be so difficult.

After Zyko and I married, he rarely returned home. I keep thinking that he despises me so much that he doesn't want me to reside in the same house. But what do I do? This is the only one. We must act as husband and wife.

Zyko has been causing me stress in recent days. He hasn't returned home in almost a week, and I'm not sure where he is. He didn't tell me when he left the home and didn't explain what he was doing.

I don't even care if he doesn't want to return home. But I was worried since his granddad constantly asking about his well-being. I'm at a loss for words since I'm completely clueless.

"What kind of face is that?"

My brows automatically raised when I heard his voice from behind. I looked at him in the mirror, I shoot him a death glare.

"Oh you still have the guts to come home?" I asked him with sarcasm on my tone.

I know he sense that.

He frowned. "Of course! This is also my house."

I rolled my eyes and faced him. "Now, you called this your house?" I asked him then chuckles a little bit. "Have you forget that you did not come home for 6 days?"

I can sense bitterness on my tone and I hate it. I shouldn't act like this for fuck sake!

"Stop acting like a caring wife, lady," Zyko just said and enter the bathroom.

I heaved a sigh and then slap my face.

He is right. I shouldn't act like a caring wife.

Yes, of course! I shouldn't.

I merely shook my head as I look myself in the mirror. "Don't worry about him anymore, Sydney. He doesn't even care about you," I whispered to myself.

My lips curved into a sly smile. After combing my hair, I went straight to bed to lie down. I covered my body with the comforter. I started to close my eyes and pretend that I was sleeping. But the truth is that I feel what Zyko will do.

We were in the same room because that's what he wanted. But in the past few days, I seem to have gotten used to sleeping alone.

When I heard the opening and closing of the bathroom door, I pretended to be asleep even more.

I felt him lying next to me. I feel his naked body touching me. "I know you're still awake," he said. I could hear the irritation in his voice.

I turned around and faced him. "Get away from me and I disgust your body," I growled.

"Excuse me! I am healthy person," he defended himself.

I raised my brows on him," Really? How can you say so?"

"I have a monthly check up and I know my body well," He replied with irritation on his tone.

I shrugged my shoulder and turned my back on him. "But I will not believed in you that you are clean. I don't even know where you are in those 6 days. What did you do on that days..."

I didn't hear his voice anymore so I just closed my eyes. But I could feel his gentle gaze on my back but I just ignored it. I just let the darkness wash over me and fell asleep.

They said, as a wife you have a long patience to your husband. Always be humble because that's the job of a good wife. But how I can do that if my husband is an evil?

After he didn't come home for six days he was going to torture me?

Damn him!

"What are you doing there?!" he asked me angrily when he saw that I was not moving.

He ordered me to cook him breakfast because he was going to the University. He woke me up at five in the morning for this.

"Why would I cook for you?"

"Because it's your job," he replied.

A laughed escaped from my lips when I heard those words from him.

Now, he is considering me as his fucking wife? Insane!

"I didn't signed the marraige contract to be one your maid, Zyko. Also, we are just married in a peice of paper," I said and lay down again.

I shut my eyes and fucking ignore him.

His demonic attitude doesn't really choose time. Showed to me every morning. I was just wishing that he wouldn't have come home last night.

My morning would be happy and beautiful. He's really testing me, and my patience. The nerve of him!

I thought he would stop on pestering but I was wrong. He held my arm and pulled me from lying on our bed. He dragged me going out from our room and went to the kitchen. He's too strong that I couldn't fight back.

"If I said, you cooked me food. You will cook!" he said while glaring me.

I glared him back. "How dare you to dragged me here?!" I shouted.

I make a fist while stopping myself to punch his face. I closed my eyes shut because anytime I will burst into anger.

I inhaled and exhaled to make myself calm. And when I'm already calm, I open my eyes and faced him again, I gave him a sly smile before turning my back and went to the fridge.

He want me to cook for his breakfast then I'll let him eat my dish.

All my life I never tried to cook a food because my parents wouldn't let me enter the kitchen. They wouldn't let me touch those kitchen utensils. They always tell me that I am a princess and I was born to be queen.

But Queen doesn't have to be like this. A queen never treated in this way.

I just cooked a bacon, egg and hotdog for his breakfast. I also made him a coffee with a lot of coffee and less sugar so that he would taste his own attitude.

I really hate him! I despise him to death.

When I'm done cooking his food, I served it to the table where he is sitting like an ugly king.

"Enjoy eating your breakfast," I said sarcastically.

He just ignore me and taste the food that I served. He eat it as if he likes those food. But my lips formed a grin when he stated to tatse the coffee I made for him.

He coughed and gave me a sharp look but I just gave him an evil smile in return.

"Are you going to kill me?" he asked.

"No." I chuckled and put the tray on the table. "But I want you to taste your own attitude, it can't be swallow because of it's bad taste."

"How dare you for doing that to me. I am Zyko—"

"And I don't care if you are Zyko the Lucifer..." I cut his words off.

"If you're treating me this way, I will treat you the same way. If you can't respect me as your fucking wife then respect me as a person. I am not your maid here, Zyko... Yes, I am your wife and I should be the one serving you but forcing me and drag me out of our room while I am in my fucking peaceful sleep is not fine!" I was mad at him.

My attention went to the door of the kitchen and I saw Nana Isabelle there, she was looking at our direction with confusion on her face.

I gave her a smile before turning my eyes again to Zyko who is now glaring at me. I didn't see any regrets on his face.

A bitter smile formed on my lips. "Do it again and you will see the devil Sydney. You will never like it."