"I hope your little brother turns out to be nothing like you."
Note: Ryan is Maxwell's real brother. His mother found out she was pregnant after all the betrayal drama happened.
Delilah Warner{Unedited}
"Alisia and Ryan want to come live with you and Maxwell for a while."
From the corner of my eye, I noticed Maxwell leaning closer to my side, and my own thoughts wondered what had prompted Kathryn to come up with this plan. I'm not saying I don't want them to come here; I really do want.
It would make living in this hell-like place with this devil-like husband of mine much tolerable.
"Why? Did something happen at home? or did his father do something?" I asked softly, not before glancing at Maxwell again to now see him frowning at something on his phone.
Is he flash or something? How the fuck is this dude so fast?
"Oh no, nothing happened. Ryan's father has also gone to Italy for some mafia stuff so Ryan has been coming over a lot because he wants to meet Alisia. Today, they randomly started talking about you both and were whining about how much they miss you. So now they are asking if they can live with you both for a while?" she rambled and I can feel her moving her hands around a lot expressing her words like she always does.
"Of course they can come, it will be fun. But what about the lockdown thing?" I questioned, not understanding how this will work out.
"Love, you keep forgetting that you are in the mafia, we will just sneak them in your house tonight." she gave out a small chuckle "And about them coming here, are you sure you don't need to ask Maxwell?" she inquired, a slight doubt in her tone.
"He doesn't give two fuc-fudges, he will be okay it with." I quickly change my words because god I wasn't in the mood for another lecture on how I shouldn't curse.
She lightly chuckles, replying "Well is he there with you right now?"
"Uh, yes Maxwell is here with me," I reply, a little loudly to catch his attention.
He looked up from his phone and mouthed a "what" to me, with a confusing look on his face.
I shrugged and stood up, walking closer to him and sitting adjacent to him on the couch, our knees almost touching.
When he realized what I was doing, his eyes grew wide and he started moving his hand around telling me not to give him the call, his face completely filled in panic.
I shook my head and put the phone on speaker after seeing his panicked expression. He was about to get up but I grabbed his knee and made him sit down again, glaring at him, as he was about to stand up.
No one gets to disrespect my mother like that. If she tells you to sit and talk with her, you do exactly that.
His eyes twitched weirdly and he sat down, his adam apple gulping in a slow manner and his eyes roaming around my face.
Suddenly, I looked down and felt his hand on top of mine, which was on his knee. His eyes were still fixated on my face while mine was fixed on his green eyes.
"Delilah?" Kathryn shouted from the call and I jumped away from Maxwell, keeping a hand on my heart.
"Y-yes?" I cursed myself for stuttering like an idiot. What the fuck is happening to me?
"Is maxwell there with you?" she questioned, obviously confused by the sudden change in my voice.
"Uh yeah hello aunty" Maxwell muttered, bringing his face closer to the phone, which was kept near me on the side table.
"No need to be so formal, you can call me mom now Maxwell- after all you are family now." Kathryn said with a cheerful voice.
Family.
Does he even know what family means?
He isn't worth having a family. He doesn't deserve all the attention and love Kathryn is giving him.
He deserves nothing but death.
"No it's okay Kathryn, he will feel uncomfortable calling you that," I said looking down, fidgeting with the end of my sleeves.
This is so awkward.
"Oh come on, just because you don't call me mom doesn't mean that he also wouldn't want that," she said or I guess taunted.
Ouch, it hasn't even been one day since our marriage and she is already taking his side.
"Delilah is right, aunty." My head shot up to his face hearing his sentence.
" I think I would prefer calling you Kathryn for now," he said, a confident facade enlighted on his face.
"And I know you didn't mean any harm but please don't talk to my wife in that tone ever again. Sorry if I come out as rude," he ordered.
As he lifted his head from the phone, his eyes met mine, which were ruthlessly staring at him.
"Uh alright, I am sorry if you felt bad Lilah," Kathryn said mumbling the last part.
"No no it's okay, I didn't feel bad at all," I replied, feeling slightly guilty for not matching my words with my emotions.
I did feel bad. It did hurt, more than it should.
Maybe because it was Kathryn that said it or maybe it was because she took his side.
"Maxwell? is it okay if Alisia and Ryan come live with you both for a while?" Kathryn finally asked what she called for.
He looked up, once again from the phone, and met my eyes, asking for my permission which I gave with a small nod. I think I saw the tip of his lips curve upwards but it was gone before I could even see it.
"Yeah it's completely fine, do you want me to come to pick them up tonight?" he questioned.
So he was indeed eavesdropping on our conversation.
"No it's okay, my driver will drop them by 9 PM today. Okay?" she questioned him, ignoring my existence.
"Yep, it's cool," he said reaching his hand to cut the call when Kathryn spoke again.
"Anyways, its good that Alisia and Ryan are coming at your place."
"And why is that?" Maxwell questioned.
"Well, you both should know how to take care of kids obviously, it will help you in the future when you both have kids," she spoke happily.
Kids.
When we have kids.
Our kids.
I looked up at Maxwell and found him already looking at me, he averted his gaze quickly clearing his throat, bringing me out of the trance.
"Kathryn, it's only been a day, what are you talking about?" I nervously chuckled.
"A lot can happen in a day, darling and I want to be a grandmoth-" I gasped and cut her call immediately, groaning.
Right now, I couldn't even face Maxwell. I walked away from the couch and into our bedroom with my phone in my hand.
I need to get some sleep right away; I won't be able to deal with all of these people if I don't get enough rest. It was 11:15 a.m., and if I sleep for about three hours, I should be able to wake up around 3 p.m., do my work, or read Wattpad.
While I was walking up to the bedroom, I felt steps following behind, of course, he has to fucking follow me.
"I am not fucking following you. I need to get some sleep because someone screamed and woke me up at fucking 6 in the morning," he grumbled, pushing past me and walking up to the room.
Did I just say it out loud? Oh lord, this is so embarrassing.
As I entered our bedroom, sunshine streamed in through the curtains, giving the space a pleasant artistic feel.
I noticed him seated on our bed, trying to find something from his bag, resulting in all of his stuff scattered around on the bed, which included my side of the bed as well.
All I want to do right now is be like those typical male leads in Wattpad forced marriage story and make him sleep on the floor, but alas not everything in this world is possible.
I walk up to where he is, crossing my arms and literally towering over his height since he is seated on the bed.
As if sensing my presence, his eyes shot up looking at mine confusedly. He tilted his head slightly and mumbled a small "yes?".
And now I have an urge to smile at him.
As if I am going to do, though.
"Delilah?" he spoke, startling me out of my thoughts.
"Oh yeah, uh- can you clean my side of the bed?" I spoke slowly, trying to form proper words, not looking into his eyes.
I turned on my heels and rushed to the washroom, not bothering to hear his answer.
Why am I even trying to be nice to him?
I removed my lenses tiredly, rubbing my eyes.
I quickly washed my face, and applied some moisturizer on it, smiling to myself.
I looked better, my acne was not much compared to before, and my hair was also quite healthy.
The only thing I didn't like, were my eyes, they were in a light trenchant green color, making my skin look paler than it is.
The contacts I have gotten are a little darker shade of green so it looked okay I guess, the eye bags on my face were very visible for some reason, giving me more reasons to go and sleep.
I unlocked the door and headed straight for the bed, definitely not noticing how close his body was to mine.
I turned my head to his side, seeing him reading a book that looked way too familiar for some reason.
The Sweetest Oblivion by Danielle Lori.
Well, atleast he has good taste.
It's been forever I know, I missed writing so much :/ And I missed you all so much as well :)
Anyways, I would like to come here and thank everyone for all the support and love I have gotten in the past 2 weeks.
We went from 28k reads to 92k reads this is honestly so insane.
Also, I made a new TikTok account @/wattpadhiraeth2 since the main was blocked.
Kindly note that this chapter was the one that was written before my exams but I just edited a little and am now posting it. I still have 2 board exams left so will write the next one after that.
Until next time, ily
-Alishba<3