Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 13

Chapter 13 – For Better or Worse

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“You are brave,” The older doctor said, looking at me with awe. We were in front of the ICU room, staring at the glass wall, watching Steve Mars in the bed sleeping. The doctor beside me is the chairman and personally attended to Mr. Mars‘ needs, the hospital‘s VIP. When Elenita told me he was the owner and the chairman, I didn‘t want to believe her. He seemed young to be the chairman, but when she said that Dr. Greene was born a genius and became a doctor at a young age, I did not hesitate anymore. “Thank you,” I said meekly, looking down to my feet. “I was well–trained by my mother,” I bit my lower lip after my lie.

“If you were not there, it might be too late for him,” he said, tilting his head and looking directly into my eyes, and amazingly, we have the same round brown eyes. “How old are you?” “Eight... Er... Nineteen. It was my birthday yesterday,” I lied again. When I return, the first thing I would do is confess to Father Jesse, and I could imagine already spending the church the whole day praying and repenting for my sins. “Happy birthday!” The corners of his mouth lifted a smile that touched my heart, making me smile at him as well. I wondered why I felt weird in front of him, but maybe I was just feeling dizzy after the hangover, the emergency, and the hunger. I have not eaten my breakfast yet, which I never missed every morning for seventeen years. He turned to Sky, standing behind us, leaning on the wall as if looking for something solid to depend on after our tiring morning. He smiled at him. “You‘re lucky to have a friend like her. Is she your ”

“Our maid,” Sky answered immediately, cutting the doctor and looking at me, squinting his eyes on me as if telling me that if I talked, he would cut my tongue.

My eyes narrowed, and I could feel my nostrils flaring in anger, but I decided to press my lips together, and when my tears welled in my eyes, I bit my lower lip to stop myself from crying.

“You‘re lucky to have a maid like her,” he glanced at Sky, nodding at him, and then he surprised me when he tousled my hair. “If someday you feel like looking for a new job, please consider working for me. Are you studying?” I shook my head. “I never got the chance,” I whispered, enough for Sky to hear. I closed my eyes and heaved a deep sigh, counting the lies I had said since yesterday night. He took a card from his pocket. “If you‘re up for it, I provide scholarships for students who want to earn a medical degree course.” He winked at me, causing me to smile. “Still, my mother can‘t afford this,” I swallowed hard, my hands trembling as I looked at his name on the card.

He places his hand on my shoulder. “Give me a call after you and your mother talk. Let‘s see what we can do.” He tapped me and then looked at Sky. “Your father requested to see her once he gets out of the ICU.” I panicked, stopping Dr. Greene as he turned his back on us. “Huh? Uhm... When will that

happen?”

He stopped and looked at Steve Mars with concern. “The most would be a week.”

“A week?” I leaned my hands and pressed my forehead on the glass. “Oh, Please, Mr. Mars, wake up.”

“Don‘t worry, little Miss. He‘s out of danger now. We are just monitoring his condition.” He chuckled at me. He heaved a sigh and smiled. “What‘s your name?”

“Angela,” I answered, glancing at him with tears in my eyes, forgetting the red washable ink again on my face. “Angela,” He repeated my name with longing and sadness. “Don‘t worry, Angela, he‘ll wake up soon. When he does, I‘ll call Sky right away.” He looked at Sky again. “Bring her home. She seemed tired and hungry.” He turned to me. “Or would you like to have some breakfast with me, Angela?”

I smiled and shook my head. “Thank you, Dr. Greene, but I‘d rather go home.” “I understand,” he said gently, nodding his head before walking to the quiet hallway of the ICU area.

A week.

If I stayed, many things could happen, and with Sky around, it would be challenging to guard my foolish heart.

I heaved a deep sigh, deciding to go home and just check on Mr. Mars from time to time. Without looking at Sky, I walked in the opposite direction, going to the exit emergency door to leave, but before I could walk past him, he grabbed the neckline, the back piping, of my shirt.

“Where do you think you‘re going?” He hissed, pulling me angrily with my shirt.

“Going home,” I answered, brushing his hands off my shirt. I glowered at him as I fixed the hem of my shirt. “What‘s wrong with you? I just borrowed this shirt.” “Going home? And then what? Let the whole world know I married you by mistake?” He snarled, gripping my wrist. “No way, ugly woman!” I raised my eyebrows and looked at him disappointingly. “Yeah!” I sneered at him. “The whole world would know that the Mighty Sky, the smart Sky, the God of the Elite, married by mistake,” I smirked at him. “What do you intend to do with me?” I asked, raising my head to tell him I was not afraid.

“Keep you until Dad gets out of the hospital,” he answered, but I shook my head.

“I have no intention of staying, Sky. If you are afraid I will tell the world about what happened between us, I think no one will believe me,” I sighed and continued, “I am not your maid.” “But you are my wife,” He shook his head, disgusted at the thought as he smirked. He took the ring from his pocket and put it on his finger. He moved his head closer to my ears and whispered. “For better or worse, remember? Will you leave me at this worst moment, Angela?”

I felt his lips brushing my earlobe, causing me to close my eyes, wanting him again.

“Do you remember what you promised me last night?” He whispered, his husky voice making my core wet, causing my legs to wobble, and desiring Sky Mars inside me.

I swallowed hard, nodding my head and closing my eyes hard as I remembered what I said. “Say it, Angela. What did you tell me?” He nipped my earlobe. My lips parted, and I sucked for air before answering. “I promised to be a submissive wife to the Mighty Sky.” He pushed me gently away from him, waking me up from a short moment of insanity over him. “Then act like one,” he scoffed, walking past me and taking his phone to call someone.” Elenita, tell Frank we‘re going home.” My tears rolled down my cheeks as I clenched my fists in anger. “A submissive wife,” I whispered sadly, wiping my tears carefully as I followed the path toward my shattered dreams.