"Make yourself at home Andrea, or should I say, daughter in-law" Mrs Eduardo said and laughed so loudly, making her son look at her , wondering if she had run mad with the way she was laughing because he got married." Of course mother" Andrea said, smiling and bowing to the woman, reciprocating the new name she had to call her." Aigoooooo" she coed loudly, holding her mouth while smiling like a teenage girl blushing at the flirting skills of a younger lover." I've arranged everything you'd need, if you are to need anything else, don't forget to call my attention or that of the maids" she said to her again, noticing her son who was leaving to the room, tired from hearing the cringe he felt from listening to their conversations."And oh my son" she said and brought her lips close to her ears, wanting to whisper something to her."He was born a strong kid, I hope you're strong and ready, I don't know how strong he'd do you down there" she whispered and immediately held her lips again,

"What are you wearing?" Niklas demanded from her as she came out of the dressing room, walking into the grand room that served as both the parlour and the bedroom.She looked at the pink night wear she wore and stared at him, finding out that he was wearing the exact same designs, but in the blue colour."Mother!!!" He said beneath his breath and walked up where she was."Who gave it to you?" He asked and she immediately told him where she had found it in.He began walking towards the dressing room and she followed, fearing that she might have annoyed him in a way a submissive wife was not to.He opened his wardrobe and screamed in horror, half of his clothes had been replaced.He turned and opened hers and screamed his mother's name again, as he saw that the clothes that were in her wardrobe were all the female designs for the new clothes and suits that were in his wardrobe.Even his night wear had been changed and he had worn it thinking it was his cleaner that had replaced his old

Andrea stirred from her sleep, disoriented for a moment by the unfamiliar surroundings. She remembered the events of the previous day and sighed deeply. Determined to make a good impression as a submissive wife she was keen on becoming, she decided to cook breakfast for the family, since there was nothing more she could contribute to aid her husband's ambitions-- like she had been told. She quietly slipped out of bed and out of the room, careful enough not to wake Niklas, and made her way to the expansive kitchen she had identified, from the clanking of pots she had overheard from the workers who were obviously planning to make breakfast for the family. Andrea had always prided herself on her cooking skills, but this kitchen was unlike anything she had ever seen. Stainless steel appliances gleamed, and every utensil imaginable was neatly arranged inside the cupboards. It were as if the kitchen was a store that sold cooking and kitchen wares. "Madam, what brings you here?" One of

"Ohhh mother,you won't imagine the lady that had acid thrown at her face. Apparently she was having an affair with the commissione's husband and when she found out the second class husband she had fallen in love with and married was having affair, She went after the lady and threw acid on her face" Beatrice said. "it wasn't on her face she threw the acid on.If you want to gossip, atleast do so with correct facts" Xyrielle dissed at her mother, pissed off by the mere sound of her voice. "You disrespectful urchin" Beatrice said, clenching her teeth at her."Enough!!" Mrs. Eduardo said and the dining became silent again."You tried, but try harder next time" Mr Eduardo muttered before he stood up to leave for work.His remark had left the people who were in the dining with him surprised. He wasn't one that complimented someone's cooking, he wasn't one to throw in good remarks. As he walked out, along with Claudia and Beatrice that followed suit, Andrea picked up something.Xyrielle d

The boardroom was opulently decorated, exuding power and wealth. The long, polished table was surrounded by board members, their expressions a mix of curiosity and anticipation. At the head of the table stood Mr. Eduardo, the retiring CEO, with a stern expression written all over his face, an air of finality around him as well. Beside him was Niklas his son, dressed in a sharp suit that was ironed and tailored to fit his chiseled bodh. He looked confident very confident as he stood beside his father even though his heart burned against him. His expression was calm, but his eyes gleamed with ambition. Sitting a few seats away is was Claudia, Niklas's aunt, formidable and with a body that was betraying her aging, her face was a mask of barely concealed disdain. Her son sat by her side. He had gently returned home the other day because he had had some issues to take care of at the office. He always stayed back numerous days without returning home taking care of things at the o