The Obsession of Revenge

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Yada stood on the side of the bed. His gaze was fixed on Allard who was calmly lying on top of his bed. The apartment consists of three rooms. But why did Allard choose to lie in his bed. Yada did not want to serve him, he turned around and was about to leave.

“Sleep with me tonight.”

The man's baritone voice made Yada jump in shock. He had only taken a few steps towards the door of the room, and the man very quickly stopped his steps.

“Why should I sleep with you?”

“Because you're my wife.”

“We are not married!” Yada.

“We're getting married soon! Sleep with me tonight and get used to it.”

If only he had the strength to fight the man, Yada would have asked the person of greater stature than Allard to throw the man into the deep ocean. The man was always acting arbitrarily, nothing had changed from him even after his regret a few days ago.

But what the man said had a point, too. Yada is about to marry her, and inevitably she has to get used to being with the man. Although Yada hated her so much, she would become Washington's great mistress and take care of the man's needs. This was the path he had to face in order to arrive at his act of revenge.

Without any hesitation, Yada began to climb onto the bed and lay her body right beside Allard. Allard's eyes were fixed on Yada who was lying next to him and turned her back.

Yielding.

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Yada broke his face and opened his eyes. His gaze was blankly staring at the ceiling of the room. Slowly his hands moved to open the blanket that covered his body. He quietly got out of bed. Yada did not want to wake Allard who was asleep by his side.

“Do you need to act like that?”

Allard's words made Yada gasp. He turned to the source of the voice. The man was already tidy with his work stellan. He was sitting on a single sofa with a MacBook on his lap, reading some incoming work emails.

“You're up?” Yada straightened his body and tidied up his tangled hair.

“You fell asleep very fast. I thought you wouldn't be able to sleep in one bed with me.” Allard scoffs.

Yada clucked lazily hearing Allard who scorned him. But what the man said had a point as well. Yada thought so before. He thought because he was in one bed with Allard, he would not be able to fall asleep. But who would have thought if his sleep was so sound that Yada did not realize if Allard woke up first.

The man closed the MacBook yes and looked at Yada who was pondering intensely. Allard stared at every inch of the beautiful woman's body. His thin body now looks more contained than before. His face was also shining and fresh. He's better than ever.

“Make me breakfast.” Allard got up from his seat, stood up and put on his watch.

“What do you want to eat?”

There was no immediate answer from Allard. The man just stared at Yada intensely as he continued to step towards her. He brought his face closer to Yada's face, the woman immediately stepped back to avoid him, but Allard's burly arm held Yada's back faster.

Allard drew his face closer to Yada, then the man whispered, “American breakfast.” He smiled and then stepped out of the room. Leaving Yada alone with a racing heart.

Is he playing me?

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Yada spent thirty minutes in the shower. He went downstairs and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Yada can't go cooking if her own body is still dirty. It will affect the food he makes.

Yada walked over to Allard who was ready to cook. The man even washed all the landings he used. Allard was opening the apron he was wearing when Yada was standing right behind him.

“I only take a shower for a few minutes, then I'll make breakfast for you. Why do you bother making it yourself?”

Allard stared at him intensely. She was cursing in her heart when Yada said she had taken a shower for only a few minutes. She spends all her time just in the bathroom. Allard even spent all his email reading while waiting for the woman.

“Sit down and eat your breakfast.”

Yada just nodded his head in resignation, hoping that the man would not get angry and punish him again in the basement. The thing that Yada always worried about was Allard back to be Allard in the past.

The two sat down and ate their breakfast together. The atmosphere was silent and very gripping for Yada. Although he tried to fit in, but the shadow of Allard's cruelty always haunted his mind.

“What do you think David would do if he knew our wedding plans?” ask Allard suddenly. He was still chewing his food.

Yada stopped her eating. “I don't know, but obviously he'll be mad big.”

“Why does he care so much about you, whereas he knows you're not his real sister?”

“We grew up in one house, and David has no sister other than me. Maybe that's why he cares so much for me.”

“He likes you?”

Yada was silent for a moment before she finally replied, “Yes, she always says if she likes me. He said it since we were kids.”

Allard was grieving lazily listening to the harmony among the fake sisters. Suddenly his mood for breakfast was gone.

Allard put down his cutlery and drank the juice he made. He stood up carrying his plate and Yada's plate of food. The woman was only confused to see Allard put the two dishes into the dishwasher. He had not finished eating his breakfast.

“Why you-”

“Prepare, I'll take you away to choose the goods for our wedding.”

“You're not busy?”

“No.”

***

Allard took him to a pretty famous boutique. The boutique had prepared the wedding of several artists and state officials. All of the wedding supplies they provide include dresses, rings, and food.

The beautiful woman was looking through the contents of the catalogue. Allard asked her to pick a venue for their wedding later. Yada lazy. Wasn't the place to get married Laura chose, and Yada agreed? Why would Allard ask him to do the same thing over and over again?

Allard sat down beside Yada. He looked at the woman with an intense look. Yada just flipped through the catalog, and seemed to dislike any place.

Allard's arm movement quickly took the catalog from Yada's hand and threw it on the table.

“Sam! Don't you have any place other than the one in this stupid book? My future wife doesn't like it!”

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