Chapter 4 Good Girl, Know What to Do, Right?

Monica was bewildered. "What do you want me to do?"

Brandon leaned in closer. "It's simple. Just do your wifely duties. For instance..."

He deliberately blew warm air onto her face, his long fingers trailing down from her neck. The cold touch of his fingertips made Monica shiver.

"No!" she grabbed his hand.

Brandon smirked, "We've already sex. Why not now?"

Monica bit her lower lip. "That night it was just you and me. Now there's someone else here."

"He won't wake up anytime soon. Let's make it quick." Brandon pinched her chin, pressing his thin lips against her red ones. The softness of her lips ignited a desire deep within him.

Monica tried to push him away, but the difference in their strength was too great.

His kiss was urgent and aggressive, prying her mouth open in an instant.

As he plundered her breath, his large hands roamed freely. Monica barely dared to move, her restraint only fueling Brandon's madness.

After what felt like an eternity, Brandon finally released her, satisfied.

He bit her earlobe gently. "Sweetie. You know how to handle Wayne, right?"

"I do." Monica pushed him away, feeling a mix of shame and anger at being so thoroughly dominated for the first time. But she was powerless against him.

Brandon laughed. "Sweetie. Now, it's up to you."

With that, Brandon let her go.

In the darkness, Monica quickly dressed. She took a deep breath and turned on the light.

The sudden brightness made her squint, but she quickly adjusted.

She immediately called the police. "Hello, I'd like to report an assault. Someone is trying to harm my husband."

The police arrived quickly. Monica hadn't forgotten Wayne's earlier inappropriate behavior.

Before the police could lift Wayne, she dumped a bucket of cold water on him.

Wayne jolted awake, alarmed.

Before he could react, the police restrained him. "According to the report, you're suspected of assault. We're taking you in for questioning."

Wayne was stunned. "Are you crazy? I'm Brandon's brother! This is all a misunderstanding. She tried to seduce me and knocked me out when I refused!"

Wayne was furious, twisting the truth like a cornered animal.

Monica showed the red marks on her wrist. "If I hadn't fought back and knocked you out, you would have raped me! Who knows where you came from? Sir, I've only been married to my husband for a few days. I don't even know the Robinson family well. How could I possibly seduce him?"

Monica lowered her head, tears streaming down her face as she spoke of her ordeal.

Wayne was shocked and thought, "Is this the same fragile woman from before? She's like a porcupine with all her defenses up!" A vicious glint flashed in his eyes.

As Wayne was taken away, Monica felt a sense of satisfaction. But she hadn't forgotten about Brandon in the hospital bed.

Monica stepped closer to him. "We didn't finish our conversation. How long do I have to cooperate with you? And I have more demands than just a divorce. I need your help with some other things too..." She clenched her fists as she spoke.

Her mother was still in Henry's hands. She needed to save Kathie and reclaim the assets Henry had taken from her.

Brandon opened his eyes, glancing at Monica with a sly smile. "I underestimated you."

His gaze made Monica uncomfortable. "Brandon, we're negotiating. Don't say things I don't understand."

Brandon drawled, "Don't understand? No problem, I can explain."

Monica quickly clarified, "No need. Let's stick to the deal. I cooperate with you; you help me. We each get what we want. Just tell me how long until the divorce. I won't ask for a penny, and I won't bother you afterward."

Brandon looked at Monica with interest. Her eyes were full of determination and defiance.

She was about 5'6", with radiant skin, a small face, and delicate features, though she was on the thin side.

Brandon chuckled. "You're the first woman to negotiate with me."

Monica met his gaze. "The first and the last. Brandon, be straightforward. How long?" she clenched her fists, lacking confidence.

Brandon's smile widened. "Since you're so sincere, let's say two years."

She captivated him with her subtle fragrance and impeccable cleanliness.

Compared to a lifetime, two years was a bargain. Monica agreed immediately. "I need it in writing."

"No problem. I'll have it prepared for you."

Hearing Brandon agree, Monica still wasn't reassured. "Not later. Within an hour. And my mother's situation needs to be handled immediately."

She needed to move Kathie and arrange her surgery to feel at ease.

"Agreed." Brandon saw the determination in Monica's eyes.

People with clear goals were easier to manipulate.

After their agreement, Brandon closed his eyes. The room fell silent, and Monica felt a heaviness in her heart as she looked at him lying there.

What had driven Brandon to feign unconsciousness?

She needed to practice to avoid slipping up in front of the Robinson family.

Soon, the door burst open, and the sound of high heels approached.

Monica turned to see Angelina walking in with a sharp gaze.

"You knocked out Wayne and had him arrested?" Angelina's eyes were piercing.

Monica remained calm. "Mrs. Angelina Robinson, you already know. Besides, it was just me and him in the room. Brandon couldn't have helped me."

Angelina remained silent, her expression cold.

Monica's small frame knocking out Wayne surprised her. But Brandon lay motionless on the bed.

If not for the monitor showing his vitals, she might have thought he was dead.

Angelina collected her thoughts, looking at Monica coldly. "You're married to Brandon now. It's not appropriate to be so formal. The Robinson family is far superior to the Evans family. Tonight, Brandon's grandfather, Mr. Richard Robinson, wants to see you!"