“Brad...” Jenna called my na before letting out an exasperated sigh.
I could hear and feel her frustration toward but there wasn’t much that I could do. Jenna only called by my nickna in that tone of voice when she thought that I deserved to be punished. I was already too old for her to punish in any way, though. I heaved a sigh while thinking that if Dahlia wanted to lock herself up in her room, then that was her choice. Things might be better for her this way for the ti being. Regardless of what Jenna thought, it was much better than having her trying to escape from the mansion.
“I’m busy. Is there sothing else that I can help you with?” I asked dismissively.
“My father always told that a man becos a real man after he gets married but apparently that wasn’t the case for you...” she said with a disgusted scoff.
I watched Jenna turn on her heels and march out of the room. Jenna was beyond angry and once again it seed to be my fault. Lately, everything seed to be my fault one way or another. My eyes shifted to the large pile of docunts that needed to be signed by Anthony that rested on my table. A long sigh left my lips at the thought that I had to review all these docunts for him as well. Taking over Anthony’s work had been hell for and it wasn’t only because it took so much ti. Anthony’s work was painfully boring and so many things felt like useless chores without aning. I reached for a docunt and began flipping through the pages.
“Just how many of these are there?” I muttered to myself.
**Ring Ring Ring**
The sound of my phone ringing felt like it could serve as a good excuse for to leave the mansion and go back to the casino or sowhere where I felt like I belonged. It was strange, but I found myself wishing silently that sothing had blown up at one of the casinos that required my imdiate attention. One look at the na on my phone screen told that I never got anything that I wished for.
Instead of one of my n calling , I received a call from my father instead. It seed like sothing had blown up sowhere that I hadn’t wished for. I connected the line without saying a word as I waited for him to say what he needed to.
“There’s a big problem,” he announced without beating around the bush.
“What is it?” I asked without any interest.
I already knew well enough that whenever my old man called it would be nothing but trouble. The past few days, my mood has been darker than normal even though I didn’t want to acknowledge it at first. Hearing more selfish demands from my father was the last thing that I wanted to go through at that mont.
“What have you been doing all this ti?” he snapped as if we hadn’t just seen each other.
“I’ve been covering all of Anthony’s work on top of my own. What else?” I replied sarcastically.
“I take it that ans that you haven’t been keeping an eye on the news...” he said accusingly before clicking his tongue.
“No one said anything,” I muttered while referring to the large team of people working to keep up Anthony’s public appearances.
“They haven’t to you, but they’ve said plenty to ,” he replied loudly.
“What did they have to say?” I asked coldly.
If anything, I found the entire team unnecessary and extrely annoying. How they made sure that everything was perfect down to the last strand of hair on my head whenever I had to head out to public events as Anthony was so suffocating. It never failed to amaze how Anthony could live a life like that so effortlessly and naturally.
“There’s not enough of you and your wife in the news. In fact, there’s nothing about you two in the news except for articles and posts on social dia pointing out that there is nothing from you two after your wedding. Nothing!” father complained loudly.
I should have seen this coming, but I had conveniently ignored what the public wanted out of Anthony and his beautiful wife. The wedding created such a huge buzz, and everyone seed to enjoy talking and gossiping about it. I had this picture of wild animals sinking their teeth into a dead deer carcass before yanking its at out and tearing it into bits. That was how I saw the news outlet and the people who enjoyed gossip so much in this country.
“The wedding is over. That should be enough already...” I pointed out while suddenly feeling tired.
“It’s not enough. They want more. Of course, they want more. You two had the perfect wedding and they’re treating that as the perfect appetizer. Now they’re looking for the salad, the soup, and the main dish,” he explained quickly.
“Oh...yea...” I murmured without a care.
“Are you still listening? I want more hype around your marriage. The election is coming up and we need to make sure that both our families look solid,” he demanded.
“Then hire the reporters to write up sothing,” I suggested the most effortless solution that I could think of.
“That won’t do. We need sothing real, and we need proof. We need photos, videos, and interviews. Anything and everything. What about you two just go on a honeymoon? They’re clearly expecting that,” father suggested, and I could hear the excitent in his voice.
I was certain that he wasn’t at all excited about our fake honeymoon trip but the hype and attention it would bring to our families and Dahlia’s father’s run for presidency with the support of the Vulkan family. Nothing could have disgusted more, and I found myself wondering again how Anthony managed to deal with sothing like this his whole life.
“That’s not happening. You can forget it,” I replied without a second thought.
--To be continued...
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