Taming My Arrogant Husband

Chapter 14: We're not friends

After taking a bath, I changed into something comfortable... white cotton shorts and a loose purple top.

I set my alarm clock last night at seven am because I want to cook breakfast, not for my husband, but

for me and also for Nanay Emily and Tatay Berto.

But I didn't find them in the kitchen, instead, I found my husband sitting on one of the chairs in the

dining room, dressed in his usual business attire with a newspaper on his lap and a coffee in front of

him.

My eyebrow furrowed automatically just by seeing him. It's been a week since we got married, and the

last time I saw him was in the hallway on the night of our wedding.

I walked into the kitchen while humming a romantic song as if he wasn't there. I opened the refrigerator Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

to find something to cook.

"Hmm... I think I like bacon and cheese omelette for breakfast." I mumbled softly as I took all the

ingredients I needed.

I kept moving around the counter without even glancing in his direction.

"If you take me wherever you go, I wanna learn the things that you know. Now that you made me

believe... I want you to take me 'cause I long to be, able to see things that you see... Know that

whatever you do I follow you..ohh.."

I was cutting the cheese when I noticed him stand and walked his way towards the counter, but I

continued to act normally until his scent filled my nostrils.

-'We're not friends and I don't know him.'-

He stopped exactly in front of me and maybe he waited for a few seconds before speaking.

"Why didn't you take the card?"

That's what I've been thinking since last week. I sighed and glanced up at him.

"We're not friends and we don't know each other, so why should I take your card? I have my own

money. Well, not as much as you have in your bank account, but still enough for my daily needs."

"If you don't want to take it, I'll open a personal account for you and deposit money every month in your

name," he said as his eyes wearing a blank expression.

"You don't need to do that. As I said, I won't ask anything from you and I'm just portraying what's inside

the deal. I don't need your money, I don't need a personal driver and most of all I don't need your car.

So if you'll excuse me, I'm hungry."

I turned my back on him and put the cheese on top of the egg.

"Can you please stop being stubborn, Sophia?" I gasped when his voice suddenly rose behind me.

"Accept the card and take Ricky as your personal driver!"

"And why would I do that---"

"Because people know you are my wife and I don't want them to say anything against me as your

husband! And another thing, start disposing of your car and use the BMW in the garage!"

"What?" My eyes widened when I heard the word 'disposing'.

"It's brand new and Ricky will become your personal driver from now on, whether you like it or not."

"No! You can't do that! I've never signed any document stating you can dictate my life. And what

happened to your words on our wedding night, that neither of us won't interfere in our personal life?" I

asked as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"I'm not interfering in your personal life. I'm just fulfilling my part as your husband!"

A sarcastic laugh escaped my lips when he mentioned the word 'husband'.

"Excuse me, did I hear it right? Fulfilling your part as my husband? Well, let me remind you my 'dear

husband', we're not a real couple and we're only contractually married so you don't have to act as my

responsible husband."

"Why? Isn't that why you agreed to marry me, money and all the things that I have? I sure you knew

from the very start that you're going to marry a billionaire. So why do you act so innocently and deny

the things that I'm offering in front of you right now?"

His voice was full of bitterness and sarcasm that made me stop in my tracks. He's judging me again.

"Or else you don't want the BMW and you want a brand new car. Tell me what brand do you want? Do

you also want a purple sports car like the color of your car?"

I gulped but didn't answer him.

"Okay, silence means yes. Don't worry because tomorrow you will see your brand new Maserati. I will

also start depositing money into your account, so when this deal ends, at least you fulfilled your

dreams!"

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. I suddenly felt my blood boil with his deep insults.

He was about to walk away when I decided to speak.

"Are you really going to buy me a new car tomorrow, sweetheart?" I asked him from his back and made

sure that my voice came out extra sweet and seductive.

He turned around frowning and I gave him my sweetest smile which he returned in a form of a smirk.

"See? Now you're showing your true color, sweetheart." his voice laced with venom as he narrowed his

eyes at me, but I didn't flinch.

"Yes, this is me and the real me," I smirked. "Okay, I will accept all the things you want to give me, but

don't you ever blame me if you find them all turned to ashes."

And his expression suddenly changed from serious to shock.

"You're kidding!"

"Then try me, sweetheart." I didn't remove the sweet smile on my lips, but not when I turned around

and faced the stove again.

I heard nothing from him after that, just the sound of his footsteps away from the kitchen. And when I'm

sure he's finally gone, I let out the heavy breath I didn't know I'd been holding since I entered the

kitchen.

"Anak, are you okay?"

I sighed and closed my eyes tightly when I heard Nanay Emily's voice behind me.

"Yeah." I smiled at her. "Good morning Nanay." I hugged her and kissed her on the cheek.

"Good morning." she hugged me back. "I saw your husband come from here and he seemed so mad,

did you argue?"

I nodded. "Yes, he wanted me to accept his credit card and use his car but I told him no."

"Maybe he's just worried, anak."

I gave her half and a bitter smile before shaking my head. "No, I don't think so. If he's worried, then he

doesn't have to insult me every time he sees me, Nanay."

"Do you want me to talk to him?"

"No! Please don't do that. I don't want him to think I'm asking for someone's sympathy. This is just for a

year and after this, I won't show myself to him and he will never see me again."

"Sophia..."

"By the way, I made some breakfast here, Nanay. Cheese omelette, bacon and french toast. I hope you

like them."

I immediately changed our topic as I no longer want to talk about this issue. And maybe she noticed

that and chose not to ask again.

"Wow! Thank you, but you don't have to."

"It's okay, I actually missed doing it."

She nodded with a smile. But I know that behind that motherly smile that she's giving me at the

moment, there were lots of questions she wanted to ask me. And I'm thankful that she somehow

understands and has never forced me to open up to her.