Bound by Vengeance

21 - Day 1 as Mrs. Miller

As the time for his arrival finally approached, I rushed to his room and scattered all my newly arrived dresses around. Half of my shoes were scattered on the floor, some dresses draped over the couch, others tossed onto the table and bed, while my bags lay haphazardly on the ground.

Trust me, this was the messiest room I have ever seen.

I stood on the bed, surveying the chaotic masterpiece I have created, feeling quite proud of my work.

I played music on my phone and began dancing on the bed.

Ki, you are a genius.

There was a knock at the door. And there he was... Zayn Miller, my husband.

The moment he stepped inside, his eyes widened in shock. His gaze swept across the room, taking in the chaos, and in an instant, his jaw clenched, fury flickering behind his eyes.

"What the-"

I flashed him an innocent smile. "Welcome back, Sir."

His stare burned into me, sharp and unrelenting. He knew. He knew I did this on purpose. Exhaling sharply, he rolled his eyes before striding towards the closet.

"I'm really sorry," I said, my tone anything but apologetic. He stopped mid way and turned to me "The room's a mess because I just brought my things from home. Now I need to find a way to fit them in."

He shoved both hands into his pockets and stood before me, looking me over. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he finally spoke. "My apologies if you witnessed any hint of anger in me. I forgot I am married to a kid."

My mouth fell open and eyes widened at his words.

What the fuck!? He called me a kid.
He shook his head and made his way towards the closet.

I shouted from the room "That makes you a pedophile." And I was ignored.
I sat on the bed, seething with anger. He didn't even flinch... just looked at me and called me a kid. A kid? I was anything but a kid.

Frustrated, I blew a lock of hair from my face, only for it to fall right back.

I was mad at him the whole dinner time while he just ignored all the faces I made looking at him. To him Dad and Zack's conversation seemed more important than his wife. I decided to go to his study and fight for my rights.

I barged inside his study and spoke "Sir, I want to talk to you."

"Sure. What do you wanna talk about?" He answered busy on his laptop. Not even surprised by this sudden presence as if he was expecting me.

"About work."

"What about work?"

"I want to continue working."

"We already talked about it, Kiara."

"Sir please, I want to work."

"Where do you work? In my company, right? Well, you are fired." He answered and looked back at his laptop.

What? Fired?