Ingrid's POV
I finally understand that Isaac isn't the typical mafia boss. He gives protection but never involve to sickening illegal businesses like Dad.
"Why? Is it because I'm not selling drugs, doing human traffi**king, or having strip clubs?" he asks. The two of us nodded consecutively.
"Then how come you're the mafia king if you… you know," Emilia asks.
My husband laughs. I tap her shoulder and whisper. "Her mom was a conglomerate herself. She was the sole heiress of Black Gold Empire," I whispered.
Her lips were agape after she heard what I said. "You mean that group was owned by him as well? She's fucking filthy rich!" Emilia roars. I covered her lips and coughed.
I need to clear my throat. I faced him. "Then what are we going to do? Of course it should be related to underworld business. That's where our expertise was," I commented.
Emilia takes my hand off her mouth. "He just said what he wants us to do. Are you even listening, or are you just nervous because he's not just filthy rich but fucking hot and sexy too?" my best friend roars. I grab the meat and stuff it in her mouth. This bitch is making me more nervous!
"We'll discuss those matters tomorrow. For now, let's finish this food and rest," he said after.
I just nod and continue eating. After that dinner, he asks the maid to send my best friend into the room where she would stay. He told me to follow him.
While walking in the hallway, I was a bit nervous. I know I've offered myself, but I'm still scared! He opens a certain door. I tap his shoulder lightly.
"Which room will I be using?" I ask. His brow furrows.
"What? You really think married people sleep in separate rooms? Are you fucking dumb?" he questions.
I give him a sinister gaze. "Is that how you speak with your wife?" I coldly ask.
He scoffs and gives me that blank expression. "The question is, do I even love you, huh?"
I can tell in his eyes and tone that he means the words he just said. "Did I even ask you to love me? I already knew from the beginning that our story is nothing but business. We're like parasites that drink each other's blood," I said.
"But it doesn't mean I won't fall in love with you. I won't ask you to love me back, but in return, I want you to treat me better. You must respect my decisions as well," I added.
I entered his room. The first thing I saw was the five-foot wedding photo of him and his late wife. On its side was his family photo. The baby in his arms was so cute. I will be seeing the two innocent faces from here on.
It will remind me how devious, selfish, and greedy my dad is. His wife was beautiful. Her hazelnuteyes were telling me how happy she was.
I look at the baby. He had the eyes of his mother but inherited his dad's nose, lips, and face shape.
"I'm so sorry for what happened with your loving wife and newborn son, Isaac," I whispered. They just get sandwiched between two clashing stones.
"You didn't kill them. It's your dad's right hand who took my wife and child's life. Your dad's sins aren't yours," he says. My brow arches when I turn around to face him.
"Isn't it normal that when a person from your family commits a crime, the family of the victim will hate even those who didn't do it as long as they're blood-related to that person?" I commented.
He scoffs and sits on the couch. "That's normally what people do. It's their way to move on much easier. That's how foolish we are," Isaac says.
I remain standing and keep on staring at the large portrait on the wall. I think I'm not even close to his late wife's inner and outer beauty.
It's a shame that Dad had stolen the life that awaited them. Like how he killed my mother twenty years ago.
"I don't have to sleep here. This place is you and your late wife's love nest. It will be awkward. The daughter of the man that killed her was staying in the room where she made beautiful memories with her husband. It was… a bit off," I commented.
That's what I really feel. I look at him. I saw how his expression changed. "You really know how to make me pissed, don't you?" Isaac stated.
I sighed and started playing with my fingers. "No. That's not my intention. I truly am sorry for what happened to your family. Good thing I didn't receive that task. The truth is, my dad told me to do that, but when I learned that it was a mother and child, I got chills."
I faced him and met his gaze. "I only choose the task I do and make sure that it's someone who deserves it. But when I learn that it's a mother and child, and then Dad avoids my questions about why he wants them dead, I withdraw," I utter. If I only knew that he continued that plan of his.
I should've stopped the person who took that job. "So you have a heart unlike your dad, huh?" he mocks. I didn't talk back even if I was offended because of the tone he uses.
"I do. I tried my best not to take innocent lives. I'm a sinner, and that will never change," I whispered softly.
Isaac gives me a meaningful glance. "If you feel uncomfortable staying in this room or sleeping with me, then how can you perform your marital duties?" he questions.
I understand what he means by that. "You have other rooms in this gigantic house, right? Maybe we can use that as your pleasure room or something that I can use."
His brow arches because of what I said. "Pleasure room? What is your definition of pleasure room, hmm?" Isaac asks.
I look away and start brushing my nape because of embarrassment. I was the one who said it. I cleared my throat. I know I have to say something. I faced him again.
"A room where you can do your carnal desires. I mean, men nowadays have weird habits while having sex. You might be one of them," I whispered.
I turned my back again and covered my face. I am flustered because of the words that are coming out of my fucking mouth!
"Why? You want to try it, my dear wife?" Isaac whispered in my ears. I gulp. Isaac's voice was dangerously sexy!