Daniella's POV
"Oh we were just talking about how Jonathan needed to show me around."
The maid shot me a narrowed look but the moment her eyes landed on Jonathan, her brows relaxed.
"Is it time for dinner?" Jonathan inquired from the maid.
"No sir. Madam Beatrice wants to see you though." The maid declared.
"Alright. Tell her I'll be down in five minutes."
Following Jonathan's declaration, the maid left the scene.
My eyes darted back to Jonathan, "Stay. The. Fuck. Away from me Jonathan."
Jonathan buried his hands in his pants, "You don't get to dictate to me what to do."
"If you don't stay away from me, you'll have my husband to contend with."
Judging from the annoyance written all over his face, I could tell that my words had enough effect on him.
When I arrived at the dining room, every family member seemed to be trooping in at the same time with me.
I took a seat between Abraham and Jonathan's mother. The maids served everyone on the table and like every night, I chose to have the simplest dish I could find on the table.
"Daniella, why don't you have some of this?" Jonathan's mother inquired as she pointed towards the dish everyone was having.
"Um, nothing. I just like this one." I responded before stuffing my mouth with some food.
"Aww. That's not nice. You should really try this." Madam Beatrice insisted.
"Dear, leave it. Y'know she's a simple lady from a small town so she has probably never tasted that before. That's why she can't have it." Jonathan's father taunted me.
The food in my mouth became difficult to swallow. I started feeling uneasy and as I scanned the faces of every family member in the room, I noticed their feigned smiles and frowns.
Abraham suddenly placed his hand on mine, "That's exactly why I love her. She's really not interested in luxury or luxurious food unlike Beatrice." Abraham smiled at Beatrice who was fuming.
And just like that, Abraham handled every indirect taunting that was directed at me.
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I started noticing Jonathan in the shadows of the house. He was always around whenever Abraham got romantic with me.
Jonathan stared at me occasionally but I ignored every glance. He didn't deserve me and now that I was Abraham, I ensured he felt pain as much as he could.
Whenever I caught him glaring, I would hug Abraham while he was working. If Abraham was leaving for work, he would always kiss my temple. Everyone in the house, not just Jonathan, believed our act and assumed we were in love.
I felt complacent anytime Jonathan became furious after seeing me and Abraham together.
And tonight, I intended to hurt him even more by wearing the same dress I had worn when he asked me out while going out with Abraham.
As I walked down the hallway, my sequined red dress dazzled in every corner. I held my small purse tightly in my hand as I walked elegantly.
Just before I got to the stairs, someone pulled me into a room.
"Let me go!" I struggled to break free from the stranger's grip in the dark room.
The lights got turned on and the stranger let go of my arm.
My brows pulled together in annoyance as I glared daggers at the man.
"Are you nuts?! Do you realize I'm going out tonight? You almost ruined my dress!"
"I'm sorry, okay? But I couldn't think of any way to stop you. I really wanted to talk to you."
I crossed my hands over my chest, "Well, I don't want to talk to you! Let me be Jonathan, jeez."
Jonathan stared at me with slumped shoulders and a lowered head, he looked like he was gathering his thoughts.
"Daniella, I know I hurt you but I think I've realized my mistakes. I made the wrong choices but I now know that you're the only woman I love. And it took seeing you so happy with my uncle to realize that."
My breath caught at my throat, were my ears twitching or did I just hear the most absurd thing?
"What-what the hell are you going on about?" I interrogated Jonathan and my phone started ringing.
I looked at the caller's ID, it was Abraham. I was supposed to be down by now but Jonathan kept me here.
My heart started racing at the thought of Abraham showing up here.
"Umm, Jonathan. I have to leave, Abraham's waiting for me."
Just as I finished, my phone started vibrating, Abraham was sending texts saying he'd come get me.
I trembled as I turned my phone away.
'Oh God, Abraham cannot find me here or it's over.'
Jonathan placed his hands on my arm, startling me from my thoughts.
"Daniella, I miss you so much. Please give me a second chance."