Reborn to Wreck My Sister's Fairytale - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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"Don't worry, I'm right here with you." Dominic finally slipped into his shirt—a white silk number that was practically see-through.
The man knew exactly how to dress to drive a woman wild. He'd only bothered with one button, leaving his sculpted chest on full display. My marks still decorated his skin like temporary tattoos.
What will my in-laws think if they see him like this?
"You—stop right there!"
Flustered, I stood on my tiptoes to fasten his buttons one by one. Only when I finished did I realize I'd fallen for his little game.
"From now on, baby, if you don't button me up, I'm walking around like this at home," Dominic teased, planting a quick kiss before heading for the door.
I smoothed my clothes and took my place beside him just as his parents entered—a distinguished couple in their fifties or sixties. The father carried himself with military precision, while the mother radiated gentle warmth.
"Charlotte?" My father-in-law spoke first, his voice like gravel. Retired after decades of service, he shared Dominic's imposing build and quiet authority.
I sat ramrod straight. "Yes, sir. Whatever you need, I'll—"
My nervous formality made Dominic chuckle. I shot him a death glare that miraculously straightened him out instantly.
To my shock, his father looked delighted. "A father knows his son," he said, his stern face breaking into a grin. "Dominic's never obeyed anyone that fast. You're exactly what he needs—you have my blessing."
Then I noticed the way the decorated war hero glanced at his wife for approval, and it clicked—the apple didn't fall far from the tree.
"Charlotte, dear," my mother-in-law said sweetly, "if this boy ever gives you trouble, just call me." The way she said it suggested she'd enjoy disciplining her own son.
Their wedding gifts—a house, car, and seven-figure check—made my own offering (just myself) seem pathetic. But his mother squeezed my hand: "All that matters is your happiness together."
When we got our marriage certificates, I melted into Dominic's arms, overwhelmed. In my past life, I'd been trapped between controlling in-laws and toxic relatives. Now? I'd hit the jackpot.
Later, knowing I'd been slighted by my family, Dominic arrived with an armory of designer dresses. I chose a vibrant one that made my skin glow.
"You're breathtaking," he murmured, producing a diamond so large it could've been a paperweight. "I must've been a saint in my last life."
"A simple band would've—"
"Nonsense." He slid the rock onto my finger. "My job is providing. Yours is staying gorgeous and taking care of me."
Heat flooded my cheeks at the implication. As we leaned in for a kiss, his phone rang. One look at the caller ID wiped the playfulness from his face.
"Duty calls," he said after hanging up.
"Go," I urged, stealing one last searing kiss before watching him leave.
Back at the Clark villa, I overheard Madison's pitch: "Jaxon's going to be Lyrinia's next big tycoon! The Clarks will go public just like that!" She snapped her fingers like running a corporation was as easy as ordering takeout.
Sarah jumped in: "Thomas, give Madison the company! When Jaxon blows up—"
"What about Charlotte?" Thomas asked.
Sarah scoffed. "That failure? She couldn't even keep her man home on their wedding night!" She showed Thomas photos of Dominic "partying" with another woman.
Madison gasped dramatically. "This is clearly Charlotte's fault! Who knows what she did to drive him away?"
Thomas slammed the table. "That disgrace! Let's give Jaxon her ten-million-dollar engagement gift. If she complains, we'll cut her off completely."
I glanced at the car trunk overflowing with Dominic's extravagant gifts—gold bars, jewelry, rare wines.
Let them keep their delusions. I walked in empty-handed.
The moment I entered, all conversation died. Sarah's face went sheet-white when she saw I was alone.
Game on.
The man knew exactly how to dress to drive a woman wild. He'd only bothered with one button, leaving his sculpted chest on full display. My marks still decorated his skin like temporary tattoos.
What will my in-laws think if they see him like this?
"You—stop right there!"
Flustered, I stood on my tiptoes to fasten his buttons one by one. Only when I finished did I realize I'd fallen for his little game.
"From now on, baby, if you don't button me up, I'm walking around like this at home," Dominic teased, planting a quick kiss before heading for the door.
I smoothed my clothes and took my place beside him just as his parents entered—a distinguished couple in their fifties or sixties. The father carried himself with military precision, while the mother radiated gentle warmth.
"Charlotte?" My father-in-law spoke first, his voice like gravel. Retired after decades of service, he shared Dominic's imposing build and quiet authority.
I sat ramrod straight. "Yes, sir. Whatever you need, I'll—"
My nervous formality made Dominic chuckle. I shot him a death glare that miraculously straightened him out instantly.
To my shock, his father looked delighted. "A father knows his son," he said, his stern face breaking into a grin. "Dominic's never obeyed anyone that fast. You're exactly what he needs—you have my blessing."
Then I noticed the way the decorated war hero glanced at his wife for approval, and it clicked—the apple didn't fall far from the tree.
"Charlotte, dear," my mother-in-law said sweetly, "if this boy ever gives you trouble, just call me." The way she said it suggested she'd enjoy disciplining her own son.
Their wedding gifts—a house, car, and seven-figure check—made my own offering (just myself) seem pathetic. But his mother squeezed my hand: "All that matters is your happiness together."
When we got our marriage certificates, I melted into Dominic's arms, overwhelmed. In my past life, I'd been trapped between controlling in-laws and toxic relatives. Now? I'd hit the jackpot.
Later, knowing I'd been slighted by my family, Dominic arrived with an armory of designer dresses. I chose a vibrant one that made my skin glow.
"You're breathtaking," he murmured, producing a diamond so large it could've been a paperweight. "I must've been a saint in my last life."
"A simple band would've—"
"Nonsense." He slid the rock onto my finger. "My job is providing. Yours is staying gorgeous and taking care of me."
Heat flooded my cheeks at the implication. As we leaned in for a kiss, his phone rang. One look at the caller ID wiped the playfulness from his face.
"Duty calls," he said after hanging up.
"Go," I urged, stealing one last searing kiss before watching him leave.
Back at the Clark villa, I overheard Madison's pitch: "Jaxon's going to be Lyrinia's next big tycoon! The Clarks will go public just like that!" She snapped her fingers like running a corporation was as easy as ordering takeout.
Sarah jumped in: "Thomas, give Madison the company! When Jaxon blows up—"
"What about Charlotte?" Thomas asked.
Sarah scoffed. "That failure? She couldn't even keep her man home on their wedding night!" She showed Thomas photos of Dominic "partying" with another woman.
Madison gasped dramatically. "This is clearly Charlotte's fault! Who knows what she did to drive him away?"
Thomas slammed the table. "That disgrace! Let's give Jaxon her ten-million-dollar engagement gift. If she complains, we'll cut her off completely."
I glanced at the car trunk overflowing with Dominic's extravagant gifts—gold bars, jewelry, rare wines.
Let them keep their delusions. I walked in empty-handed.
The moment I entered, all conversation died. Sarah's face went sheet-white when she saw I was alone.
Game on.
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