Sofia P.O.V.

"What are you cooking?" A voice disturbed me.

"Nothing for you. Something for myself and Brandon." I replied in a bored tone. I am not going to cook anything for this stupid girl.

"I invited my friends over so cook something for us, we are 5." She said while going out of the kitchen.

"How many times do I need to remind you that I am not your maid. So don't be bossy with me, ask Brandon to appoint a maid for you." She thinks I'll make something for her.

"Don't be so rude! First of all you married a man who's mine and now you're being rude, what a bitch!" I really want to kill her.

"Brandon was never yours and he never will be. He is only mine, my prince, only mine." I said the truth.

"Oh yeah? He is yours that's why he spend whole night fucking me??" She smirked.

"Impressive." I smiled at her and went out of the kitchen. I feel like I am waiting on something that isn't going to happen. No! Why am I thinking negative? It's a sign of a failure and I would never fail Brandon.

Life is too cruel with me. 'No! It isn't!' My mind said. 'It is now! But don't try to give up, always remember giving up is for loosers and Brandon is always yours' My heart said. 'He doesn't care about her, can't you see he's hurting her.' My mind argued.

'He will love her one day and that day is not to far' My heart argued back.

Because of the fighting between my heart and mind, I didn't notice my phone ringing.

"Hello!" I answered.

"If it isn't your voice, beautiful." I recognised the voice of my one and only male friend.

"I missed you alot." a smile appeared on my face.

"Well! I miss you too!" He replied.

"Why didn't you call me?" I pouted.

"Am I the only one who have a phone here? Ask yourself also why didn't you call me?" He said.

"I was busy with my little life." I replied.

"Lame excuse beautiful, how about we meet up?" He said.

"Of course!" I said, excitingly.

"Tomorrow at burger King that is located in street Sant Jones. OK?" He said.

"I'll be there at 5."

I was still talking when I heard some noises.

"I need to go now. Will see you tomorrow. Bye!" I hung up.

I went downstairs to see Candy sitting on the sofa with her friends. Their dresses bearly touched their hips and their faces were covered with make-up.

"Look, the maid is here." Candy said as she looked at me.

"Are these maids?" I asked.

"I was telling them about you, dumbass." I rolled my eyes.

"She is so ugly." One of her friends said.

"Just like you." I smirked.

"Where the sexy boyfriend of your is?" The girl with the smallest dress asked Candy.

"He is in office." I again rolled my eyes and sat on the sofa.

"I can't even tell you the way he fucks me, he is so damn hot and his dick, it's so big about 11 inch." How dare she? How can she talks about his private part with her friends openly?

"He like it rough." I looked down hoping that they would stop talking about sex. Her words hurt, does he really do everything like that with her?

I heard the main door opening and Brandon came in to the view.

"Look the hottie is here." I ignored her statement and ran to Brandon. I hugged him and kissed his cheeks.

"I missed you!" I said as I put my head on his chest.

"Get your nesty self away from me now." His voice came.

"Baby!" Candy removed me away from Brandon and kissed him. Soon they started making out in front of me and her friends.

"Wow! They look so hot!" One of her friend commented.

"Look at her, standing over there and doing nothing and then she claims to be his wife." One more commented.

"I pity her." And another commented.

"You invited your friends over?" Brandon asked breaking the kiss.

"Yup! But Sofia refused to make them food. I wasn't well or I would have made it by myself." She complained to Brandon.

Brandon glared at me, "She is a lazy bitch, you should have forced her." I am fine, I reminded myself. I'll be fine with the insults as long as I get to live with him.

"Go and make them something." Brandon ordered.

I nodded my head and went to the kitchen. Maybe I deserve this treatment but I never hurt anyone. So why me? Why me? I was too busy in my thoughts that I dropped the dish on the floor.

"Idiot I am." I cursed myself before picking up the broken pieces.

"Ouch!" I hissed when the big piece clashed my palm. Blood started oozing out of my hand.

"Ahh!" I moaned in pain again.

"What did you cook?" Brandon entered inside the kitchen.

"What happened?" He asked as he noticed my tears drenched face.

He looked at my hand and shook his head, "This is just a small cut and you're crying over it."

I looked at my cut and then at him. Am I crying because of the cut? No! I am not. I am crying because of the memories.

BRANDON MAXWELL

SOFIA MARTIN

MARK HASTINGS