Bedding My Vampire Mate

Talking to him this way when she has always kept silent made Joanna wonder why she never spoke up when it was this simple.

Why was she so scared of speaking or standing up for herself in the past?

Why did she always take it in whenever her stepmother beats her up in front of her father?

Was it because she was weak or was it because she was afraid he will be more disappointed in her than he ready was.

Mr Anderson lowered his hand after raising it in the air for about two minutes.

"If it is your plan to get murdered in my hand then I will have to let you down today," Mr Anderson said coldly.

If only he saw the disappointment on his wife's face when he lowered his hand down.

[Why on Earth did he have to change his mind. I would have been so satisfied seeing him beat some senses into her]

Adhara clenched her fist as she stared at her husband who hasn't moved from where he stood in front of Joanna.

"Sweetheart, you don't have to be so hard on her. It's my fault for…,"

"Nothing is your fault so there is no need to spoil her further by taking her side," Mr Anderson shunned his wife from pretending further.

He diverted his attention back to Joanna afterwards.

"Silly girl, do you know how worried your mother has been ever since you returned?" Mr Anderson asked fiercely.

"For days she hasn't been able to sleep properly other than worrying and thinking of solutions to your weird behaviour after you returned".

"She has been worrying about me? Are you sure it is the same woman I know that you are talking about…,"

"Shut the hell up Joanna," Mr Anderson ordered fiercely raising his hand to slap her for the second time.

Hearing her father call her by her name Joanna didn't know whether to feel happy or sad.

She could not recall the last time or year that her father had referred to her by name and when he finally did it is because he wants to call her to order because of this evil stepmother she has.

What an irony of life.

"If you don't behave yourself then I will be forced to straighten you out today," Mr Anderson threatened coldly.

"That is what she has been doing under your nose all my life so I don't think it will make a difference if you join them to do it," Joanna said coldly.

She watched as the angry man returned to his seat.

"Whether or not you like it you are gonna prepare breakfast for the household before you can set foot out of the house…,"

"What!" Joanna shouted angrily.

She glared at Adhara whom she could see was trying to suppress her laughter.

"This is just so unfair," Joanna said as she stomped to the kitchen in annoyance.

[Laugh as much as you can because it's gonna be my turn to laugh last and I will make sure of it]

Joanna stood at the kitchen door and stared in the direction of the sitting room.

She entered the kitchen and started preparing breakfast afterwards.

Meanwhile, as Joanna was cooking Adhara staring at the kitchen side diverted her attention to her husband.

"Do you now believe what I told you that she is acting like someone possessed by a Demon?" Adhara said, staring at her husband's face.

"You are right about that," Mr Anderson agreed without any hesitation.

"Sweetheart, it doesn't just end with her being rude and violent but she is constantly seen talking and roaming around with a devilish bird whose origin nobody knows," Adhara said making sure to stress each point so that it sunk into her husband's head.

"Sweetheart, now that she hasn't gotten out of hand we need to find a solution to it before she ends up killing us one after the other," Adhara said faking a terrified look.

"With me around that will never happen," Mr Anderson said confidently.

"If you have any suggestions to how we can cure her then your suggestions and solutions will be warmly welcomed by me," Mr Anderson replied softly.

Adhara secretly smirked wickedly seeing that she has gotten what she wanted.

Adhara lifted her hand and placed it on her husband's thigh.

"I haven't come up with a solution yet but I promise to do something about it after I ask for others' help," Adhara said, pretending to be a good stepmother.

Only a muddle-headed man like Mr Anderson would believe every one of her lies.

"If that's the case then I will wait for good news then," Mr Anderson replied, he patted his wife's hand lovingly.

As others went about doing their things Joanna as usual struggled in the kitchen alone.

Sooner than Adhara had expected Joanna finished cooking and even set up the dining table.

Joanna was on her way upstairs to freshen up and get changed when she bumped into the smiling Laura at the stairs.

"How does it feel to go back to what you were in the past?" Laura asked mockingly.

"Do you feel bad to go back to being that slave and daughter of a mistress who has no voice in this house?" Laura asked proudly.

"Will you get out of my way before this slave and daughter of a mistress beats you up until you cry a bucket?" Joanna replied rudely.

"You…,"

"I have no time o waste on a silly brat like you so I will leave you to your foolishness," Joanna walked passed her deliberately making sure they brushed shoulders.

Stop halted just at the top of the stairs. She looked at Laura standing below.

"Oh… and one more thing while eating beware of poison," Joanna grinned wickedly. She turned and walk away without waiting to elaborate on what she meant.

"Poison!" Laura repeated not understanding what Joanna's word meant.

She continued descending the stairs so she could go join her parents at the dining table.