Tame Me My Brother -in-Law

TMe My Brother -in-Law Chapter 5 I watched them laugh for a moment before | cut in.

“Where's my money?” | interrupted their laughter or should | say their daydreaming, and as expected... | was met with deadly stares from both of them.

They were the ones who offeredthis— to disguise as Brylee... to make Sebastian Anderson sleep withand prove to him that Brylee is a virgin and no man had ever touched her before. And if he was convinced, he would eventually marry my sister.

My twin sister couldn't do it because she was a bit of a whore who had slept with a large number of men. When they offeredthis task, | immediately agreed to it because | needed the money for my mom who was badly ill. | can't let my mom suffer just like that. She had enough with my dad... and | think it's tforto make her happy.

1 still recalled her tellingthat when | and Brylee were still months old, she found out that dad already has a lover named Sasha. She was the woman in front of me, gazing atwith fire in her eyes right now. Since my mother and T were abandoned by our father, he had never provided for our on needs. He brought Brylee with him, and throughout her childhood, she thought of Saha as her mother, while she rejected her biological mother as her own.

This woman here treated both my mother andlike we were nothing more than beggars, as if in her eyes we were nothing more than trash. And this old man has never spoken toand treatedlike | was his daughter. In his mind, | was more of a burden, and I could feel that he sometimes wished that | hadn't been a part of his life. Not sometimes though, but always.

“Your money?” my father spat as he rose from his seat and moved closer to where | was standing. “Look at yourself! The poverty is written all over your existence!” | took a deep breath, trying hard to calm myself while clenching my fists on both sides, controlling them not to smack my father’s ugly face. The money | was asking from him was not forbut for my mother! “Honey, don’t let your temper flare up with her. What kind of life do you expect if her mother is a beggar as well? Do you ever think that she can compare her beauty with our Brylee? She’s nothing but a complete yokel. Such a disgrace that you have a daughter like her!” “Yokel?” | asked through gritted teeth. “You have to remind yourself that the yokel you're referring to, is the one you asked for help yesterday!” | gradually loosened my fist, aware that it wasn’t necessary to go ballistic with a person like her but | couldn't control myself with all their insults towardsand my mother.

“Is this how your mother raised you, huh?” my father roared in my face. “By talking to someone who is older than you, especially to my wife?! You're showinga lack of respect as your father!” Father? Since when did he act as my father? And he expectedto treat him as one? Hah! And respect? He disrespected my mother first! He's not worthy of it.

“Why are you givingthat look, huh?” he inched closer and my eyes widened when he raised his hand to hit me.

“Do it! Hit me! You have never treatedas your daughter, anyway!” | was holding his eyes while staring at him with a blank expression, as if he were a complete stranger, and | could sense that he was becoming increasingly uneasy as a result of the gaze that | was sending his way.

His hand stopped mid-air and he only put it down when he heard his wife talk.

“Here's your money!” she said, throwing the paper bills in my face and my heart thumped with wrath as | glared at her. “That's ten thousand dollars, bitch!” | heaved a deep sigh as | knelt down to pick up all of the money that had been scattered across the carpet and checked to be sure that | hadn't missed any bills. My heart was shedding tears of both agony and joy since | can finally support my mother’s treatment.

In my twenty-four years of existence in this world, Dad never gavea single penny but because | helped her loving daughter by pretending to be her, | got ten thousand dollars just like that.

When | was finally certain that | got all the money with me, I stood up and sneered at them. “Thanks... | had no idea what the value of a virgin was until now.” I had just finished putting all of the money in my bag and was preparing to walk away with my head held high when all of a sudden, my father’s voice stoppedfrom moving away.

“Celine...” I inhaled deeply and cto a complete stop, but didn’t turn around to face them once more. | didn’t want to see their ugly faces. “I don’t want to see your face ever again in this city. Go back to the province where you currently live and stay there until you die.” My father’s voice was cold as ice and | wanted to burst out crying, but | stopped myself. He's not worthy of my tears.

“Right!” Sasha added, her annoying voice echoed in the room. “Never show your face in this place again! You're as disgusting as shit!” I tightened my grip on my bag as | slowly walked towards the door. | know the reason why they didn’t want to seeany longer. They were scared that | might destroy them and wreck everything. They were scared to be ruined by a beggar like me.

As soon as my mother has fully recovered from her illness... | will bring her back to Staten Island and we'll live peacefully and happily together and forever. Until the day we die...