TRILLIONAIRE SON-IN-LAW IN DISGUISE

TRILLIONAIRE SON-IN-LAW IN DISGUISE

Rose yelled

CHAPTER 1

It was 5 am inside the bedroom. A man in his mid-twenties was seen lying on a mat on the floor beside an elevated bed. His name was Michael Robinson and he was the live-son-in-law of the Stephen family.

On top of the elevated bed was his wife, Rose Michael. She had long brown hair and cold green eyes. Also, her appearance was amazingly beautiful, like that of an angel, which made Michael count himself a lucky man on earth to have gotten married to her.

However, Michael and Rose had never slept together as a couple, even though they were legally married, because Rose disliked him due to his poor status.

Just then, Rose rolled herself on the bed, facing the direction where Michael was lying. As she opened her eyes, her eyes suddenly glanced down at her worthless husband lying on the cold-tiled floor, snoring at her.

"I don't just know why this thing won't let me sleep in peace in my own house again. All he does is snore, snore and snore." She muttered to herself with an annoying sigh.

She stood up from the bed and walked quietly to where a bottle of water was. Taking hold of it, she turned around and headed back to where Michael was.

She quickly and quietly opened it and instantly poured it all on him. "Get up, you good for nothing, man. Get up now!" She yelled with anger in her voice.

Quickly, Michael jerked up from the mat. An annoying frown made its way to his face, as he stood on his feet. He tightened his face and clenched his fist in anger but he quickly held himself back from striking, seeing that it was his wife.

"You want to hit me? Then go ahead and do it." Rose said sharply, as she stepped forward, waiting for Michael to hit her.

"No, no, no, Rose. Why should I do that? You're my wife and I won't dare raise my hand on you. Never!" He said, his voice calm and void of anger.

He paused and then continued calmly. "But you shouldn't be doing this to me. Pouring me cold water when you know that I do sleep on a cold floor. That's not good. At least, treat me with some respect as your husband that I am."

The action of Rose was not surprising to him at all because that had always been her pattern of waking him up. But what annoyed him the most was the fact that he had warned her countless times.

"Slam!" Rose was so furious that she couldn't hold back her anger. She had warned him several times never to address her as his wife and him as her husband. That was why she slapped him.

"Shut up that trash you call mouth! Never address me as your wife. I'm not your wife and you're never my husband. And why should I treat you with respect when you can't fulfill your responsibilities as a man?" She demanded, her tone sharp.

Michael bent his face in shame, his eyes filled with inflowing tears.

Raising his head, he said. "Rose! I know why you are treating me this way. It's because I'm not wealthy like other men and I understand. But I promise to be the kind of husband you wish to have someday. I promise you that."

"But I promise to be the kind of husband you wish to have someday." Rose mimicked him, ridiculously. "Just look at your mouth!"

"And When? When will that be? You have been saying this for years now and yet nothing to show for it. You're such a worthless man I have ever met in my life. I regret getting married to you in the first place." She spat and then scoffed, pointing fingers at him.

"Stop depending on my parents' little wealth. Go and find a job, fool!" She added and moved away from him, heading to the bathroom to take her bath for the office.

Her words were so cruel that they caused Michael's heart to sink in pain. He didn't know when he threw himself onto the bed, covering his face in shame.

"Michael! Why is your life like this? Why Michael? You're older than so many successful men out there. And here I am, living with my in-laws in the same house as my wife. I can't even provide for the family. I'm such a worthless person like my wife had described me to be." He sobbed silently to himself.

As he was lost in thoughts, Rose's voice suddenly snapped him out. "Will you get up from that bed? Just get your stinky buttocks out of my bed now!"

Michael's eyebrows furrowed as he raised his head and looked at her. She had just finished changing her clothes and was having a towel wrapped around her, ready to take her bath.

His eyes lingered on her fairly smooth body. It was so lusting that Michael felt like going over to touch her at least once.

"Have you suddenly turned deaf? You worthless man? I say get up from my bed." She yelled again at him.

"I'm sorry. I won't do it again." Michael apologized as he stood up from the bed.

"Better! If you want to sleep on a bed then go get one." Michael nodded affirmatively.

"And..." She paused and continued as she seemed to remember something. "I'll leave for the office once it's 6 o'clock sharp. So, go to the kitchen and prepare breakfast for the morning. Do you understand?"

Michael nodded. "Yes, I do. I'm going to prepare your most loved meal, Ma Po Tofu." He said with a smile, hoping to also put a smile on Rose's face because he didn't like seeing her always angry.

He had been trying to put smiles on her face several times with his funny words even though he wasn't able to provide for the family. He only wanted her to be happy.

But instead, Rose frowned annoyedly which caused his' to quickly disappear as it came.

"You must be very stupid. How many times are we going to be eating Ma Po Tofu in a week?" She asked, her expression grim. "I want you to prepare a different thing today."

Michael nervously scratched the back of his head as he asked calmly. "Please, what do you want me to prepare?"

As soon as he asked that, Rose glared at him for a moment without a word, her eyes blazing in rage. She shook her head angrily. "Just go. Go and prepare Black Pudding." She instructed.

"Black pounding?" His heart sank as he asked. "I don't know how to prepare that. I'm only good at preparing Ma Po Tofu." He admitted.

"You are mad. Just do as I say." She yelled at him, then entered the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.

Michael stood, biting his lips. His face was evident of how frustrated and disappointed he looked. He knew he wasn't going to make what Rose had just demanded but his desperation to make her happy left him in a train of thoughts.

Suddenly, something seemed to run into his head. "Yes... yes, Michael, you can do it." He said, tapping his head.

Quickly, he wrapped up the mat and headed to the kitchen.