Mistress

Scarlett’s point of view

“Hi, Scarlynn...” The lady who was seated on the couch rose. I eyed her up and down, my scrutiny unwavering. She was barely dressed in a short red dress that obviously left half of her ass out; she had heavy makeup that was almost disgusting.

“Who is she?” My gaze locked with Asher; he shrugged nonchalantly, making his way to the couch. He sat with his legs spread.

“I'm Tina...” I shot her a glare; she quickly averted my gaze.

“She is my mistress; she will live with us from now on and if you dare tell my family about this, there will be hell to pay.. .” Asher said curtly, his eyes wearing a dare-me expression. Clearly, he doesn't know me, and he is yet to know the woman behind Scarlett. He has treated my sister like trash; she kept quiet, and he still thinks he can treat her like trash.

My jaws clenched, a subtle tension in my muscles betraying my calm exterior. “Your mistress, and she will be living with us? How nice?” My voice was steady and controlled, with a hint of underlying steel.

“Don't you worry, Scarlynn, I won't take much of your husband's time. I will just satisfy his sexual desires.” Her tone was hesitant, but she still had the guts to spit such garbage.

“Well, I don't mind sharing at all. What would you like to have, tea, coffee, or juice?” My tone was calm, my eyes locked with hers.

“Coffee would be perfectly fine. Please make it strong with two spoons of sugar.” She instructed, her nervousness seemed to have disappeared into thin air, a smirk tucked in the corner of my lips.

“And dear husband, what would you like to have?” Asher threw a suspicious gaze at me, his eyes narrowing.

“I'm good.” His tone was cold.

I walked silently to the bedroom, Asherly cradled in my arms. I laid her gently on the bed, tucking the blanket around her to keep her warm. My movements were deliberate and soothing, ensuring her comfort as she settled in.

I crossed the room, swung the door to the closet open, and brought out my small gun. Smiling, I made my way out of the room, heading to the kitchen.

As promised, I did make her coffee, that too in a big mug, but instead of sugar, I added something else. I was certain she was going to enjoy this coffee. I gently took the tray and put the coffee inside before I made my way back to the sitting room. As shameless as she was, she was busy kissing Asher, sitting on his lap.

I'd deal with him later. Gone are the days he disrespected my sister, and now he will face my wrath.

I cleared my throat; she moved from Asher’s lap, sitting on the couch. I gently placed the tray of coffee on the table, sitting opposite both of them.

“Thank you, Scarlynn, you are really nice.” A smile spread across her lips. She took the mug, took a sip, and her eyes went wide. Just as she was about to spit out the coffee, I placed my gun on the table.

My facial expression was a mask of calm, but my eyes gleamed with a frosty intensity. “Drink it all or else I will kill you .” My voice was steady and controlled.

“Scarlynn, what the heck do you think you’re doing?” Asher’s voice was void of any emotion, his stern gaze locked with mine.

A hint of a smile played on my lips, my eyebrows raising.

“What the heck am I doing?” I repeated his words. “Asher, I told you before and I’m saying it again, you will not treat me like some worthless trash. I’m your wife, and you better start to learn to respect me.”

“Scarlynn.” His tone was sharp and stern.

“Don’t shout at me,” I retorted, my eyes locked with his, not flinching for a second.

I turned my attention to his so-called mistress; she had finished drinking the coffee, tears streaming down her face. “I want you to tell all your friends that Asher Black is off the market, he is taken, and no mistress shall live in this house.” My voice was low and even, with a hint of detachment.

I didn’t want to get married to him in the first place; the last thing he would do is give me a hard time. Scarlynn and I were two different people. Scarlynn used to get angry, shout, yell, and do all those things, but she used to get scared easily. I’ve seen it all in this world; nothing can scare me, as long as it’s not darkness or a storm. No mere human can scare me, including Asher himself.

The lady didn’t waste any more seconds; she rose from the couch, grabbed her bag, and hurried out of the house.

The shrill ring of Asher’s phone shattered the silence, cutting off his potential response. He picked it up, his eyes went wide, and without saying a word, he rose from the couch and rushed out.

“Well, that was easy. Don’t worry, Scarlynn, I will avenge all the suffering you’ve faced in this house,” I muttered to myself.

I rose from the couch, preparing to head to my room, but a soft knock stopped me in my tracks.

I sauntered over to the door, grasping the door knob, and swung it open to see a little boy; he looked like he was just five or six years old. I flashed a smile at him.

“Hello, young man?” I greeted him. He beamed at me, hugging me tightly. “I missed you, Auntie,” his tone dripping with happiness, causing me to chuckle. Maybe he was used to Scarlynn.

“Where is the baby?” he inquired, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Come, I will show you,” I held his hand, leading him to the room. His eyes widened in wonder, fixed on little Asherly, who was fast asleep. “Wow, she is so beautiful, like a small angel,” he exclaimed. “Will you allow me to play with her?”

“Of course, you can play with her as long as you want,” I chuckled, seeing how excited he was.

“Will I also play with her dolls once she grows up?” he asked, and I nodded, causing him to squeal with happiness.

He hugged me tightly. “You are the best auntie; I will also get to play with a girl like me.” I frowned at his words; why would he say that?

“What do you mean?” I asked, unable to contain my curiosity. “Are you a girl?”

“Of course, I’m a girl. Don’t you remember? Please don’t tell my mommy that I told you this, or else she won’t allow me to leave the house,” he said.

My jaw dropped, my mouth agape in stunned silence. It seems like this house carried many more secrets than I expected. Maybe she was the child of the lady who was trying to help Asher’s sister. That was so rich of her, throwing stones at others while living in a house made of glass.

“Martin.” We both turned towards the entrance, it must be her mother calling out to her .

“Auntie, I will see you tomorrow. Bye,” the little boy waved at me and rushed out of the room; I waved back.

A sigh escaped my lips as I decided to take a quick shower while Asherly slept. Once she woke up, she'd cry nonstop. I showered quickly and changed into fresh clothes. Hunger gnawed at me; I hadn't eaten since the hospital, but I needed to call my mom. I didn't know if the funeral had taken place or what was happening, and despite my anger, I needed to know.

I swung open the drawer and seized my spare phone – I had three, a habit born from throwing phones in fits of rage. My mom answered after a few rings; I knew she'd lecture me, but I had no choice.

"Hi, Mom. How are you?" I greeted her over the phone.

"I'll call you back later; I'm busy," she said, hanging up abruptly.

I sighed, placing the phone on the nightstand. Deciding to fend for myself, I headed to the kitchen to cook something. But as I entered, I realized I didn't even know how to cook. I thought the house had chefs and housekeepers, but apparently, they had some bizarre rules.

Before I could start experimenting with cooking, a knock on the door interrupted me. "Come in," I called out from the kitchen. The door swung open, and two maids walked in.

"Good afternoon, Miss Black," they greeted in unison. "Master has sent us to invite you for a family dinner this evening," one of them said.

"Okay," I replied curtly, and they left. I wondered why he would invite me to dinner. I had no energy left to deal with anyone; I just wanted to eat and sleep. But I guessed they wouldn't let me rest.