Divorced Ex-Luna Returns With Triplets

Amanda'S

POV

I don't like Martin. Not once have I ever felt like I liked him. He just irked me to the core and the fact that I have to dress up to meet his father, Frey Taylor, today makes me want to puke. I stared at the emerald green dress I had picked. I didn't expect myself to dress like a responsible girlfriend who wants to be accepted by her in-laws. What Bille Gates made me do.

Never! I will never be their daughter in law! It could only happen his dreams or nightmares if he has one.

I let out an annoyed hiss as I dropped the gown, feeling unmotivated to even go to the freaking dinner. I should have just refused but the fear of his father would be quite humbling so I picked up the gown and got into it, not feeling it but wearing it nevertheless.

I don't think I would be able to hide my irritation tonight but let us see how far they can push me. After applying a minimal make up, I got into the black heels and picked the black purse to match it. Giving myself one last look, I exited the room and walked down the stairs.

The silence that has been in this pack house for the last few days has been quite irking. The maids did their jobs quietly while Nathaniel never came out of his office. Not to talk of the little stranger in the pack house.

Sometimes, I wondered what else was going on in the pack and I was unaware of. Anyway, as I reached the door, Grayson stepped in, looking all ragged and... dirty?

I narrowed my eyes on him, stepping back to scrunch my nose at the stink coming from him. When last did he take his bath?

Sighing, he walked past me and went to his room. I stood for a few seconds before stepping out of the house totally.

Maybe I really needed the fresh air Martin's parents were bringing me to tonight.

Settling in the car and bringing my phone to whirl away time, my eyes caught the headline at the top of my phone screen. I clicked on it and almost rolled my eyes at the stupid content.

It was about Martin and I's relationship and I was once again disgusted at the fact that I was in a relationship with this dude. I let out a sigh, knowing that Natalia and the rest were waiting for me to tell them about my relationship. Hopefully, they wouldn't.

On getting to the restaurant he told me his father had picked, I noticed the man in tuxedo standing at entrance and glancing at his wristwatch. When I finally stepped out of the car, he looked up at me, his jaw hardeneing for a second. Then he walked up to me, reaching for my hands instantly. "You are two minutes late." He gritted out.

I blinked innocently. He had warned me that his father does not like any sort of tardiness and even though I promised to uphold my part of the agreement, I quite like the way I riled him up. It was not like I did it deliberately. "There was a grid lock on the way. Not my fault." I jerked my hands out of his grip and led the way to the door. He strode up and opened the door for me.

Firstly, there was no one inside the restaurant which meant that the entire place was quiet. Secondly, Martin was leading me to the rooftop and getting there, a beautiful music was playing while the couple whom I supposed were his parents glanced up at me. A chill ran down my body instantly and my legs turned wobbly. The intensity in his father's eyes made me quickly reach for Martin's arm.

He reciprocated the action by holding my hands and leading me to them.

We stopped and the silence that descended into our midst was enough to hear the sound of a pin dropping. Apprehension settled into the depth of my bones as I squeezed Martins' hands. Then suddenly, his father broke into laughter as he cleaned his mouth with the serviette before he reached for the glass of wine. I glanced at his mother who seemed to let out a sigh of relief.

I narrowed my eyes on her, watching how she paused to eat. I didn't miss her knees jerking against the table and how she tried to bite down the wince.

"Good evening to you sir." I greeted him since none of them was willing to speak. Martins still refused to say anything. I almost scoffed. So he was scared of his father too. At least I now know this weakness of his.

"I guess you are..." He directed a look at Martins who swallowed.

"Amanda. My girlfriend." He said curtly.

His father smiled this time, leaning on the table as I caught some waiters coming to clear the plates. "Amanda." He breathed, pursing his lips into a thin line.

"Tell me. I want to believe that Martins warned you about the fact that I hate every sign of tardiness. Huh?" He asked and I blinked.

Really? We were going to talk about this at our first meeting.

I swallowed hard, bobbing my head positively.

"I would prefer you use your words, Amanda."

"Y-Yes," I stuttered, tightening my hold around Martins to signal to him to interfere but he stood there, watching or listening.

"Good. If you were me, how many points would give to you on the basis of your punctuality or don't you know that you score points in order for your relationship to be accepted by me?" He flicked his gaze to his son before returning to me. "I wi never allow my son to settle down with some mediocre lady. You know." He clicked his tongue as he leaned back, studying me. I clutched my purse tight.

Was he calling me some mediocre lady?

I managed to pull a smile on my lips, lifting my chin slightly. Gosh, my heels were aching me badly.

"I..."

"I don't care about how you rate yourself." He cut in, not letting me speak at all. I flinched at the sharpness of his words.

Does this old man want to play this game?

I gave Martin another pinch but he didn't budge. Okay, this is my fight.

Just as I opened my mouth to speak, I remembered Martins telling me to make sure he accepted me. Fuck! He knew his father was like this and he wanted me to convince him.

I will ask him what he wants from this relationship later on. Won't his mother speak up and release us from this?

Gosh! This was the reason I hated weak women. Can't you speak up for once?

I knew he saw the way I was using his son to support myself. Whether he wanted to punish me or his son, I didn't know but he continued his interrogation.

"So tell me. How did you two meet?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. This time the way my eyes narrowed immediately was obvious and he dipped his head at the action.

"Love, why don't you allow them to take their seat and-" The icy glare he directed at her made her freeze, and the way her throat bobbed showed how she swallowed the rest of the words.

Frey Taylor. Now I see the way his name spelled trouble.

I took my hands out of Martin's grip and offered myself a seat. If they were going to be ruthless or heartless, I would not suffer the brunt of it. Martin's eyes were wide open as I took my seat, placing my purse on the table.

"Nice meeting you, Frey Taylor. I have heard so much about you and you showed it in every word and action but, I am your son's girlfriend. That is not enough encouragement to keep our relationship." I started.

"Maybe you could have scared his past exes like this in the past but Frey, I am not scared and besides my legs were starting to hurt badly. Anyway, back to your question. I-" A hand gripped me roughly and I gasped as I met Martins' angry face.

"Let her go at once." His father's order rang through and the hairs on my body rose at attention. What the heck?

A few seconds passed before he dropped my hands and took a seat beside me. He was practically fuming.

If he thought I was going to allow his father to insult me like that, he got it all wrong. I would never allow that to happen. Never again!