A Wife for Hire: The Billionaire's contract Wife
(Allergies)
Chapter Five
She blinked twice.
Her lips parted to speak and words failed to make a sound her middle finger trembled as always whenever she felt nervous.
Standing in front of her dressed in black was the least individual she expected rummaging this part of the mansion at this time.
The maid who has been the helpful servant leading Marilyn to her quarters, helping her get dressed and relaying Aaron Buckley's orders was standing behind her.
Her eyes burning with rage, her nostrils flared, angry, and her lips tightened to a thin hard line. Her demeanour was that of a predator to its prey. The tension was heightened to a point Marilyn felt her burning gaze making her hot, and uncomfortable.
She swallowed, "Um.. I was…uhm hot. It was hot inside, so I needed somewhere cool." Marilyn stuttered, forcing a controlled smile.
"This is the left wing. It's the master's personal property, and shouldn't be trespassed. It's late madam Marilyn. I'll escort you to your room, and have your air conditioner checked by the morning." Ella says her tone was harsh, and had subtle layers of aggression sprinkled around it.
"S-sure."
They walked in silence back to her bedroom, and before the maid left she twitched her lower lip. "One more thing, new wife. The master wants obedience, learn to fix your nose where it matters, and maybe you'll stay longer but if you invade his privacy you won't be guaranteed."
"And if I choose not to?" Marilyn fired back. Her suspicion about the maid and her being the only female soul she saw around the mansion made her tongue itch asking for questions. The weird way the woman appeared, spoke and looked at her as prey cast a troubling shadow in the back of her mind.
She smirked, the kind that made Marilyn's blood turn cold, and her eyes twitch in fear. "I've been here before you, and definitely after you. Be careful young women many before you have walked this path." Her hold on the door knob tightened, purple veins popped.
"M-many?" Marilyn's attention caught a line between words.
"It's not my story to tell. Goodnight." She smirked darkly, and that was it. The older woman walked out of sight, and left the room.
Her words weren't ordinary words she was trying to pass a message, and the confusion began to eat at Marilyn's heart.
Marilyn needed closure to understand what she meant by many before her, and what path is she speaking of? Marilyn thought about everything that ensued the moment she stepped into the Buckley's mansion and until this very moment of the left wing. The Piano stopped playing and it meant whoever was playing had retired for the night.
Her eyes lazily drag to sleep with worry hanging at the back of her mind.
The next morning before the break or dawn as early as 6 on the dot Marilyn rolled over the bed, dashed to the bathroom for a wash, and managed to locate the kitchen for the first time.
The servants looked astonished, and with confusion as she walked in head held high, and with a pleasant smile plastered on her face.
"Good morning ma'am.."
"Morning madam…"
The male chefs greeted her one after the other in unison.
Their eyes heightened by her visit. Yesterday the boss introduced Marilyn as his new wife and his daughter's step mother. Anything that infuriates or comes across her the wrong way as the wife to the CEO meant their sack letters.
"Good morning everyone, I'll be preparing the family's dish. I need a little favor." Marilyn spoke with enthusiasm.
"No ma'am you can't cook." Andrew the head chef countered.
"And why is that?" She returned politely in a manner that stunned the other chefs. It wasn't the reply they expected. They expected loud, aggressive, and rude rebuttal but her softness, and willingness to work shocked them.
"Cooking is restricted to chefs." He replied.
She smiled fully. "Consider me one today." She rolled up her sleeves, picked a chef hat, and folded her arms. "Let's get started."
The chefs got to work, and she learned the meals the girls loved, their favorite juice, what they ate for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
And as far as studying the Buckley's meal time table, and the special way their meals were cooked, and served.
She learned fast, hard, and by the time morning broke entirely she was sweaty but full of smiles. She served the food, and hurriedly went to her bedroom for a change of clothes before she walked out heading to the dinner table, and met the two girls grumbling under their breath.
"Good morning beautiful children ready for breakfast?" She smiled widely. "I made a little of everything." She worded again feeling a little nervous at their unflinching gaze.
"I'm sorry our first meeting wasn't pleasant. My name is Marilyn Edwards, and I am a school teacher… and your father and I are officially married. I'm sorry about what happened yesterday, and…" she pauses.
Started scooping some food into plates offering the first plate to Paige consisting of her favorite foods.
"This is for you Paige… and for you Piper."
The girls looked at one another before they nodded, took out a spoon and the first to try her meal was Paige. She chewed slowly, no expression on her first. She took a second bite, chewed on it and suddenly stopped. The second was Piper. She ate her meal in silence, and took a single sip of the banana milkshake that was her favorite and immediately it touched her lips she spat all over the table.
"Awful!" Piper groaned in pain.
"Tastes like shit!"
"I hate peanut butter!"
"Hey I didn't know you hated it, I only added a few scoops to your milk shake." Marilyn tried to comfort the little girl by throwing a hard fit. Her hands were pulled away by Paige who wrapped her arms protectively over her little sister.
"It's okay Piper take some deep breaths. Remember do not worry it'll be over." Paige muttered, blowing little air on her little sister's neck while running a hand over her back to calm her down.
Piper was turning red, visible rashes covered her face, arms, and her mouth flew open her hands clutching her throat. Tears ran down her little eyelid.
A tear ran down Marilyn's cheek unbeknownst to her tears left her tear duct watching Piper struggle to breathe, and her little sister's comforting words made her heart break.
"Piper, are you okay?" Piper pointed to the glass of barely touched milkshake.
"What's wrong with the milkshake?" She asked impatiently, her heart beating loudly in her chest.
"She's allergic dummy! It's your plan. Wanted us killed so you could have our daddy right?" Paige thundered.
The words crippled Marilyn to the bones she almost fell from the impact of the allegations.
The door opens and the woman walks in hurriedly.
"Ella hurry, she's having an attack." Paige says out of breath tears clouding her tear duct.
"Good girl, you have done a great job."
Ella crouched to the floor carrying a whimpering Piper in her arms, and hurrying out of the room with Paige following after her heels in tears. Marilyn followed, and met them getting into the car.
"Where are you taking her to?" Marilyn asked, her gaze fixated on the hurting child as fresh tears rolled down her cheek.
"It doesn't concern you." Ella replied curtly.
"I insist! I made the milkshake, and it's my fault I didn't ask about her allergies, and got her into this mess so I got to fix it!"
"Take us to the hospital." Ella ordered the driver, and the car sped to the hospital.