All Chapters of Taming the Mayor's Wrath: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The moment I opened my blurry and heavy eyes, I was greeted by a pale white ceiling and surroundings that were somewhat serene. ‘Where am I?’ The first question popped up in my head as I slowly wandered my eyes around.It did not last a few more seconds. All I could do was shut my eyes once more to relieve the pain. My eyes hurt from the intense light coming from the ceiling. Adjustments were still being made. My body felt heavy, and I was barely moving, but I knew that I was still alive.When I attempted to open it once more, I saw a small boy who appeared to be between four and five years old. He is standing next to my bed. Holding one of my hands and gradually pulling my fingernails, one by one. He is obviously bored, and he finds amusement in this. Who is he? For a moment, I'll keep watching him. From my view, I could tell that his eyes were filled with sadness. He threw some glances at my needle-studded hand. His round eyes glance up at me when I slowly press his little palm to

My mouth parted in half as I kept an eye on him leaving the room. His long declarations made my sanity more perplexed. He didn't even bother to look back to catch a glimpse of my reaction. Who does he think he is? Can't he see that I don't remember anything? I am not lying! I'm not convinced if he was telling the truth or if he was just accusing me to make me feel bad.The irascibility! Since the time he left the room, he did not return in the evening. Only my parents came back with food. Our son, Luke is also gone.“If you were wondering about your husband and son, they have already returned home. Luke's throwing some tantrum was brought on by the fact that he was exhausted and starving. You can see them again tomorrow. Take some rest. Lucas told us to convey those words to you.”I remained silent. They have not received my response even though I peek at them. I did nothing but focus my concentration on them. I can't help but question whether they are my parents or not. In additi

"Lucas!" I called his name once more, the urgency in my voice echoing through the room.He emanates a strong smell of alcohol, causing me to hold my breath as I crouch down to tap his shoulder. My hope was that this would bring him back to consciousness, but alas, he remained in a deep slumber. His hand raised and gestured for me to leave, a clear indication of his unwillingness to be disturbed. With a loud thud, his hand falls back onto the floor, as if it were nothing more than a flimsy piece of paper. I let out a sigh, realizing that I had no choice but to help him up."Lucas, please, you need to wake up," I stated in a firmer and louder tone.Despite my efforts, he continued to remain unresponsive, his body too heavy for me to lift. Adding to my dilemma, he refused to simply allow me to carry him, instead he wanted to walk around the room. "Lucas," I mumbled once again. I couldn't help but question why he didn't go to work, after all, he was the Mayor. Why would he choose to dri

Before Luke could respond to my question, and just before I questioned the maids about how they treated me, I noticed Lucas approaching the kitchen door. I could see his wet hair from a long distance. His pungent scent permeates the inner recesses of my nostrils, indicating that he has just taken a shower. There is also a sweet-smelling after-shower gel product that I am unfamiliar with. Everything seemed like something I was experiencing for the first time. I am still trying to figure out how he did it in such a short amount of time. My attention was drawn to the light sky-blue polo shirt he was wearing, which made him appear more attractive. His dark suit is draped over his left arm, hanging there. He is holding a leather bag about the size of a laptop in his right hand. Ready to go, most likely to his office and start working. After all, he is the Mayor, so he should always be swamped. A bodyguard appeared out of nowhere and rushed toward him, grabbing the leather bag from him. Aft

I decided to stay silent and not respond to what Lucas said. It should come as no surprise that I will lose in our debate. His way of thinking is incompatible with the point of view from which I would like to communicate with him. He also demonstrates emotional strength, and the law should be based on his words. I discreetly ate some food. I refrained from looking at Lucas again because I knew it would bring me to tears. I feel humiliated and unwanted. "Mommy, do you think we could play after our meal?" Luke asked me in the middle of our breakfast; I assumed he was still watching cartoons. "No, Luke. This is your first day back at school." Lucas had already responded to his questions before I could say anything. I pursed my lips. Even though I would like to agree with Luke's request. I now understand that the way Lucas expressed his thoughts on everything suggests that he, as his father, plays a fairly authoritative role in his life. Lucas is the type of man who says what he means,