My Husband Thinks I’m My Own Mistress Chapter 13

My Husband Thinks I’m My Own Mistress Chapter 13

I didn’t understand what he meant until we went back to Voss Estate.

Elara was engaged to my nephew.

She sat sweetly beside the freshly eighteen-year-old boy, smiling softly and obediently.

Kael had only told his parents there’d been a mix-up, that I was the one who’d actually

married him.

His parents didn’t know the details. They just went along with it because their son was

happy.

But they were uneasy about Elara marrying their grandson.

“Jax, Miss Chen is six years older than you. And she’s your aunt’s sister. Isn’t this a little

inappropriate?”

“It’s perfect! More family love!”

The eighteen-year-old boy wrapped an possessive arm around Elara’s waist.

“I’m marrying her and nobody else. If I can’t, I’ll never marry at all.”

Kael sat nearby peeling an orange, watching the whole thing amused.

I stared daggers at Elara.

I was fuming.

What was she doing?

If the guy she’d eloped with was Jax, the Voss heir-why run away in the first place? Our

parents would’ve married her off happily and avoided all this chaos.

Elara wouldn’t meet my eyes.

She was too guilty to look up.

In the bathroom.

I washed my hands.

I stared coldly at Elara’s uneasy reflection in the mirror.

“I didn’t know he was a Voss at first, Lila. I-”

I spun around and punched her.

She staggered back. I hit her again, careful to avoid visible skin.

I grabbed her by the collar and slammed her against the wall, growling.

“You ran out on the wedding and made me take your place! Then you took it back! Now you’re

marrying my nephew? You gonna play both uncle and nephew?!”

“Elara, I don’t care what your excuse is. You used me. I deserve something in return. Fair,

right?”

Elara knew she was guilty.

But she was also scared of pain. She bluffed.

“Don’t push it. I have people on my side now-”

Splash!

I dumped boiling water I’d filled earlier straight onto her waist.

She screamed at the top of her lungs.

I clamped my hand over her mouth.

Sweat dripped onto my arm. Her face turned bright red. She bit down hard enough to crack my bones.

Pure hatred blazed in her eyes, wiping out the last of her guilt.

I smiled sweetly.

I brushed the hair off her forehead and leaned close to her ear.

“Happy wedding day, sister.”