Get Me Married

Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Torn

My steps were fastened as I walked through the hallway to get to my room,

“What the hell are you doing?” I queried myself, nervousness took over and I felt like crying. All I could picture was Jordan’s angry face, Jordan’s angry eyes and those were not what I wanted to see. I had secretly hoped that I wouldn’t see him till five years was over but I saw him again that morning. After I had spoken to him in such a terrible manner and I went ahead to make it worse that same morning. I became worried, the first day I had heard him speaking to his mother, I had become so scared of him. It was unbecoming. As my thoughts travelled to and fro, so did my body tremble in fear.

Then I felt this sudden tightness in my chest, I tripped and fell to the floor. My airflow seized and I started gasping for breath.

“Ma’am….” Margaret held me and made me sit up.

“Oh my…. Breath” she panicked and tried fanning me with her hands.

“I need to get the boss…..” she said and turned to run off but I held her and shook my head violently.

I wasn’t going to let them see me weak, I wasn’t going to let them see me break and that I planned on doing. I knew I had an attack coming, my heart beat was faster than usual when I was yelling and scolding Jordan and Samantha and I had a feeling I was going to have another panic attack but I was hoping it would wait till I got to my room. But since it didn’t, I planned on handling it well.

I took a deep breath and my thoughts travelled to Nate. A tear escaped my eyes when I realized I still had not spoken to him. I started wishing he was close by, he knew how to handle my attacks and make sure I was fine, but he wasn’t and I was married.

I shut the thought of him away and focused on taking deep breaths, just as he thought me and soon enough, the tightness in my chest area freed up and I felt better. I wiped the stray tears away from my face and tried my best to get up. Margaret held me and assisted me to get on my feet and with her help I was able to get to my room safely.

I sat down on my bed and Margaret went ahead to pour me a glass of water which I gulped down immediately I took it from her Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Are you alright?” she asked me and took the glass away from me.

I gave her a faint smile and nodded my head but I knew deep down in my heart I wasn’t okay. I had reacted again and this time I did worse than the last. It was something to worry about.

“I think so. Those two lovers just bring out the worse in me” I blurted out and Margaret chuckled.

“You have gained the respect of everyone here. They like you” she said and I smiled heartily.

“I can’t believe Jordan allowed Samantha treat you that way” I said after a while.

“Well she has been that way for a long time” Margaret said and sat down close to me..

“How long have you been working here again?” I asked her and she chuckled.

“Since Jordan’s teenage age” she replied and I gaped at her.

“I know… its been so long right?” she asked reading my thought

“Well yes” I said and she grinned.

“What about Samantha, you called her by her name” I said, not knowing why I was so curious about the both of them.

“Same thing. She has been a spoilt brat for ages, I was there when Jordan started falling in love and when he proposed too. But she declined him and moved abroad” she explained and an “ohhhhhhh” escaped my lips.

“Well, for the fact that they are lovers doesn’t give her the right to treat you or anyone else the way she pleases” I said.

“You made that clear to her, I am sure she will start learning her lesson” Margaret said with amusement and I laughed for the first time. I remembered the look on Samantha’s face and I suddenly felt so good about myself.

“Thank you for defending me out there” she added and I shrugged her off without saying a word.

I sat on my bed for a while with many thoughts going through my head. One was Jordan. I didn’t understand how the Jordan I spoke to on phone was so different from the Jordan I lived with. He was so free, not too free but he could talk more than the Jordan I lived with. And though during the phone calls, I didn’t see his face but I could tell he smiled more frequently than the Jordan I was forced to live with. I couldn’t help but ask myself….what happened to him?

But my phone rang and interrupted my thoughts.

When I picked it up, it was a video call from my dad.

I jumped up immediately and ran to the mirror scaring Margaret.

“Is every okay?” she asked immediately

“Yes… no. do I look okay?” I turned to her and asked.

“Yes…” She stressed.

“No…like do I look happy?” I asked and she her eyes brightened with understanding.

“Yes…you look okay and happy and beautiful” she complimented and I relaxed.

My parents needed to see me happy because I didn’t want them worrying about me. It was my job after all, being a trophy wife.

I turned to the phone and picked up the call, my mom and dad’s face popped on the screen and

my lips curved into a wide smile.

I didn’t stop pacing to and fro after what that bitch did. She had dared to slap me and talk back at me. No one had ever done that, not in my life but she did and Jordan did nothing about it. He allowed her do what she wanted and walk away and allowed me go through the humiliation and embarrassment.

My heart boiled and turned with rage, I was angry enough that Jordan had gotten married but I got over it when he came back for me. It proved that he still loved me and he placed me first before any other person but when I arrived at his new house, I felt troubled. The house was so big and it wasn’t mine. I felt jealous knowing he was going to share that house with someone else, someone far from me and it was grossly unfair. With everything that was happening, what ticked me off completely was the woman he married.

When I saw her coming down from the stairs the previous day, one thing was clear, she was graceful, elegant and pretty. Her eyes shone brightly. When she came closer, my heart skipped and I felt like dying with jealousy. Her eyes were blue and her skin was spotless, she was beautiful and knowing that Jordan didn’t just get married to any woman but a woman who was more beautiful than I was did a lot of things to me. She could attract any man to her including Jordan Chase

When she left, I felt a little bit victorious, she left with tears and I hoped she wasn’t going to return but that hope was shattered when she returned that evening with a boldness that I was scared of.

I knew if I wanted to have my way, I had to be the more intimidating one, the one with the orders, the one with vile, the one with the boldness. That was the only way I could do whatever I wanted but that girl was slowly becoming a torn on my flesh……..

And ohh, her guts. She had the guts to hit me and talk back to Jordan, something I myself couldn’t do.

I couldn’t take the rage inside of me anymore, so I quickly turned around and walked to the studies, it was there I expected Jordan to be. I opened the door angrily and regretted it the minute I did so. Jordan stared angrily at me, he hated it when someone did that.

“I’m sorry” I whispered and he looked away and continued searching for the file he was searching for.

I walked into the office and watched him. When I barged in, I planned on yelling at him for letting his wife talk to me the way she did to me but I couldn’t anymore. Jordan’s demeanor was a scary one.

“You did nothing even after seeing my humiliation” I said and waited for his reaction. He said nothing and continued with what he was doing.

“Now you are ignoring me” I said and he stopped and stared at me.

“Can you forget what happened already” he asked with that voice that he always had. Deep, cold and harsh.

“How can I when your wife slapped me in front of all your staffs?” I raised my voice. He stared at me and looked away, then he continued with what he was doing.

“You should stay away from her” he simply said and fueled the rage inside of me.

“What do you mean by that” I asked and he picked up a file snd went through it.

“I am talking to you Jordan” I said between gritted teeth. He said nothing and went ahead to arrange the file and turn to the door.

“I won’t be dragged into any stupid fight between you two. Stay away from her and mind your business” he said and walked out of the studies, leaving me alone.

I groaned in frustration and thought of destroying something but I couldn’t do that in his studies knowing he might actually kill me for it. I was already hating his wife with every fiber in my bones. So I came out and walked through the hallway. While I tried keeping my cool.

When I came out, I saw a lady I had never seen before, walking with a maid. It was none of my business but I couldn’t help but nose in.

“Come here…” I commanded the maid. She turned to the lady beside her and said some words then back to me.

“Yes…” She simply said when she got closer to me.

I glared at her for not giving me the respect I deserved.

“It’s yes ma’am” I corrected and she stole a glance at me and looked away immediately.

“Sorry I can’t do that Samantha. Only the bosses wife and the bosses mom can be addressed as such” she replied and my hands balled into a fist at her statement.

They took me as nothing, to them I was nothing and I had no respect at that house. And it was all because of that wife of his. After fuming for a while, I relaxed and tried speaking.

“Who is she?” I asked turning to the lady she was with.

“That’s madam Leona’s p.a” she replied.

“What is she doing here?” I asked and she stole a glance at me.

“She is here for the bosses wife” she replied and I felt like hitting her immediately.

It felt like she was rubbing it in, the fact that I wasn’t the bosses wife, she was rubbing it on my face.

“Get out” I raised my voice at her.

“But she needs.”

“Get out” I said between gritted teeth and she scurried away.

Then I turned to the lady and walked gracefully towards her.

“Hello… I’m Samantha Brandon, may I help you with anything?” I asked with a smile on my face.

“Not really. Mrs Chase asked me to come up to her room and that was where that maid was taking me to” she said and looked around in search of the maid.

“Not to worry. What exactly are you here for?” I asked with pretense.

She stared at me for sometime like she was trying to read me..

“I am here for Mrs Chase” she repeated with an edge to her voice and the smile in my face disappeared for a moment.

“You said that already. I mean, I can help with giving her the messages” I said and the smile on her face disappeared.

“Are you Mrs Chase?” she asked rudely and I tried controlling myself not to scratch her face.

“No. I am….”

“Who are you exactly in this house?” she interrupted rudely and I went pale unable to answer her question.

“What is going on here” Someone asked and we both turned to the direction the voice came from. Apparently it was my worse enemy. My skin crawled with irritation at the sight of her.

“When I saw your pictures, I thought you were beautiful but seeing Jordan’s wife in person….you are extremely beautiful” the p.a complimented her as she came closer.

Her cheeks turned pink and she smiled warmly back at her.

“I’m Jackie, ma’am Leona’s p.a” she introduced herself and stretched her hands towards the other.

“Please call me Genesis” she said with her glowy blue eyes, then she glanced at me and looked away immediately. They both ignored me while I stood there like a fool and waited for some sort of recognition.

“Let’s have a seat, I need to offer you something” Genesis said and Jackie shook her head.

“I have a lot of things to do so I have to run along quickly. But I came to give you this cards” she said and searched her bag. When her hands came out of the bag, she brought out seven different bank cards with the name Genesis Chase boldly written on it.

My skin went cold and my blood stopped flowing.

“This are your cards. So you can have access to as much finances as you want” Jackie said and handed the card over to Genesis

“Thank you” Genesis said humbly and took the cards while I glared at her.

“If you want anything, here is my card. Mom Leona said you can borrow me whenever you want,

as far as I am not busy.” Jackie said and handed Genesis a business card.

“And…I will love to help you. You are too beautiful to resist” she added and Genesis chuckled.

“I like you too. I will be needing your help soon” she said and they both giggled like kids.

“Bye then…call me please” Jackie added and with that she headed down the stairs while Genesis looked on with a smile on her face.

I stared at Jackie leaving and wondered what it would be like having the T_squad and her in the same room. That thought alone lightened my mood and it felt completely awesome that morning already.

I turned around so I could go to my room and saw Samantha glaring at me

I ignored her, atleast that was what I planned on doing but she didn’t let me was

“You dirty little thing” she said between gritted teeth and my ears snapped at her words. I turned to her and looked her full in the face. I could feel my stomach tightening in anger but I didn’t want to do more damage than I had already done. Because I clearly remembered what that morning was like and I could see that her cheeks were still red from the slap I gave her. So I calmed down and relaxed myself.

“I guess you are happy being a part of this family” she said and I scoffed.

“You twisted your way into this house so you could get money. But let me tell you this, no matter how much they bath you with money. You are still nothing, do you understand?” she said between gritted teeth.

“Why are you so angry at me huh? From what I remember I am the wife and you are the mistress. I am supposed to be the angry one here not you” I said and her eyes widened

“I am not just angry bitch. I fucking hate you, I hate you so much, your mere sight irritates the skin on my body” she snapped with eyes as wide and furious as fire and voice as hard as a rock. I flinched and backed away from her because that wasn’t what I expected to hear. So far, I had done nothing wrong to her to deserve such hatred.

“Why?” I whispered and she laughed an empty, throaty laugh.

“All this…this house, the cars, the attention, the money…they were supposed to belong to me and you stole them. For years, every thing was mine and you came along and took it within a week” she flared and blurted out things I believe she was going to regret later.

I stared at her shocked and disappointed

So far, I felt guilty, really guilty because I stole her man and destroyed the love they share. But I realized for her it wasn’t about the love, it was about the money, the name, the possessions.

“You never really loved Jordan after all” I said and her eyes widened when she realized what she had said to me. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. Then I knew Jordan

Chase was making a mistake that could cost him every thing and he didn’t know.

“It was about the money I see… You have everything Samantha, you are a Brandon. Why be a gold digger?” I snapped.

Anger was fueling me again, I realized I was sharing my husband with someone who wasn’t even worth it.

“I ……. don’t know ….what you are saying_” she stuttered and I smirked at her pathetic attempt to cover up. But we all knew that, words when spat out, could never be taken back.

I stared at how pitiful she became for a while before walking away.

My heart went out to Jordan. He was being deceived and he had no clue.

I was torn between making him see Samantha for who she truly is or minding my business and focus on being a trophy wife.

I don’t post on weekends. So I will be seeing you guys with the next episode on Monday…have a lovely weekend.