Stolen By My Billionaire Brother-In-Law-Chapter 27: A Kiss or A Date?

Viktor’s mouth opened wide in shock. Even Azrael was surprised by her words, but a smirk lit up his face.

"I am not joking, Riv!" Viktor murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as if he was begging Rivana to stop him.

In response, Rivana shrugged with a poker face. "Me too," she replied nonchalantly, making everyone think she was insane. But she was confident that he wouldn’t shoot, having been through this drama quite a few times. In the first year of their marriage, Viktor would act recklessly whenever he was at fault in their arguments, forcing her to forgive him, thinking he loved her. But it was all a gimmick, and she wasn’t falling for it again.

Everyone stared in stupefied silence, surprised by Rivana’s reaction. If Viktor didn’t keep up with his words, he would only become a fool, and if he decided to be broken enough to put a bullet through his head, he would only be a bigger fool.

Fortunately, just then, Isabelle, who had left earlier, entered the room, her face paling at the scene. Her sister Melisande had demanded she get Viktor with her, and she reluctantly returned only to find her nephew holding a gun at his temple.

"Viktor!" Isabelle shrieked, running to his side. Snatching away the gun, she threw it away, making everyone heave a sigh of relief.

Viktor blankly stared at Rivana, unable to accept the changes in her. Isabelle glared at the heartless woman before dragging her nephew out of the room. Melisande would not like this stupid stunt by her son, and once it got out, she was sure even Santino would frown upon him.

Rivana heaved a sigh as the drama ended. The reporters were also escorted out along with the shareholders, leaving the room just for her to calm herself down.

"Ma’am, drink some water." Ashley passed her a bottle, and Azrael took it. Opening the cap, he passed it to Rivana, his other hand gently caressing her back.

Rivana accepted and took a few sips. The cold liquid relaxed her tensed nerves, Azrael’s gentle caresses washing away her worries.

"Let’s go home," Azrael suggested as she looked drained, both physically and mentally. As she slowly nodded, he turned around to Callum, who went to arrange for their exit.

The ride back to the house was silent, the only sound being the hum of the engine. The sky was dark, with stars twinkling like tiny diamonds scattered across the velvet expanse. Rivana sat quietly, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. She was slowly falling asleep, her mind begging to shut down and rest. Her head bobbed slightly, threatening to hit the window each time the car hit a bump.

Azrael moved closer and stopped her head from hitting the window again. He gently moved her closer, resting her head on his shoulder. Rivana snuggled into him, a small smile playing on her lips as she drifted off to sleep, liking her new pillow.

"Turn on the heater," Azrael ordered, and Callum quickly followed his command. Callum couldn’t help but admire how his heartless boss could become all tender and sweet to his wife. Shaking his head, he concentrated back on driving.

As they reached the mansion, Azrael carefully carried Rivana to their room. Laying her on the bed, he took off her shoes and covered her with the quilt. Rivana turned around and murmured something before falling into a deep sleep. With a smile, Azrael walked out, leaving her to rest.

A few hours later, Rivana woke up. She looked around in confusion, still drowsy. Realizing she was in her room, she sighed softly. "He must have brought me here," she thought.

Sitting up, Rivana looked at the clock ticking close to 10 PM. Her stomach grumbled loudly, and she rubbed it. She had barely eaten anything today because of the event and was hungry. Getting up, she decided to take a quick shower and then walked to the kitchen.

"Ma’am," George greeted her, and Rivana smiled back at him. She realized everyone was leaving already and decided to cook for herself.

"We could cook for you, ma’am," George offered, but Rivana shook her head.

"No, I want to cook myself," she murmured. It was something she had always done and felt comfortable doing. George reluctantly left, followed by the other maids.

Rivana took an apron and tied it, picking up ingredients to prepare a light meal. She decided on a simple stir-fry with vegetables and tofu, a dish that was both healthy and quick to make. She started chopping the vegetables, focusing on her task.

A few minutes later, she heard someone walking into the kitchen and looked up to find her husband. Azrael leaned against the entrance and murmured, "You should have let them do it."

Rivana smiled softly. "It’s fine. I usually cook myself."

Azrael frowned. "Aren’t Fayes rich enough to hire chefs for their kitchen?"

"They do, but it was suffocating to dine with my family. And whenever I joined, the chefs would be ordered to prepare what I disliked and was allergic to. So, I usually ate packed meals and sometimes prepared my own," Rivana replied, cutting the vegetables.

Her answer made Azrael clench his fists. He was frustrated but what better could he expect from them? They had always treated her as if she was trash ever since she was born, including her mother. He recalled how his mother, Sussanah had forced Amerie to take care of the child. If not for her, he was very sure Fayes would have gotten rid of Rivana when she was around merely a month old.

With a sigh, Azrael walked to her, lifting up his sleeves.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Rivana grumbled, her mind wild with crazy thoughts. Her heart started racing as he closed the distance between them in a few strides, now standing right in front of her.

Azrael smirked, his hand settling on her back and pulling her closer. "What do you think?" he questioned, making heat creep to Rivana’s cheek.

As he shamelessly leaned even closer, Rivana closed her eyes shut, flustered. Azrael smiled, enjoying her reaction. Slowly, he untied the apron around her waist and moved back. Rivana opened her eyes to meet his which were sparkling with mischief. Her face turned red, both in embarrassment and anger. There were still many aprons, but nope, he had to take hers!

"It’s fine. You should go and rest. I can do it," Rivana murmured, thinking he was trying to help her.

Azrael ignored her protests and wrapped the apron around his waist. When Rivana tried to stop him, he suddenly grabbed her hips, lifting her in the air. A gasp left Rivana’s mouth, her hands instinctively clutching onto his shoulders as he helped her sit on the kitchen counter.

"I know you can, but I want to cook for you," Azrael replied, focusing on the counter.

Her heart skipped a beat at his words. Rivana watched him in awe, noticing how his muscles flexed on his arms, and how handsome he looked. She shook her head, cursing herself for viewing him in a different light, like a teenager drooling over her crush. The more she tried to stay away from him, the more her feelings wavered.

"Did you like the gift?" Azrael asked, his question bringing her out of her thoughts.

Rivana thought he was talking about the incident at the event and smiled. "Yes! It would have been impossible to buy the shares myself." Azrael frowned at her words as he was talking about another gift. Realizing that she had not seen it yet, he nodded in response.

Hesitating, Rivana thanked him, "Thank you for helping me out. If not for you, Shadow would have slipped out of my hands."

Azrael smiled in response. Placing the lid on the pot, he moved closer to her. "Just a simple thank you isn’t enough, baby girl."

Her heart raced as he stood in front of her, his twinkling eyes staring right into hers. No way... Was he going to bite her again like last night? They weren’t kids anymore, and he should stop it! Her eyes moved lower to his lips, her throat running dry.

She looked around to escape, but Azrael suddenly placed his hands on either side of her, locking her in her spot. She leaned back as he leaned closer, his face a few mere inches away from her.

"Wh-what do you want?" Rivana muttered, trying to sound firm. But Azrael’s eyes sparkled, his mischievous smile making her mind race with crazy thoughts again.

"Go on a date with me tomorrow."

Her heart skipped a beat at the demand. A date? The idea was exhilarating but she couldn’t afford it! Not when they needed to just behave like strangers, this marriage nothing more than a convenient contract.

"I have a meeting with the shareholders," Rivana lied, but her words made his expression darken.

"I will convince them," he replied, having made up his mind.

Before she could reply, his phone rang, and he closed his eyes, groaning in frustration. Moving back, he took out his phone from his pocket. Whoever had ruined their moment would pay tonight! He thought, taking out his phone and seeing Callum’s name flash on the screen.

Azrael’s expression darkened, and Rivana wondered what was wrong.

"Meet me at the warehouse. It’s urgent," Callum’s voice came through the phone, the urgency unmistakable.

Azrael heaved a sigh. "Alright." Azrael ended the call, and Rivana quickly asked, "Is something wrong?"

Azrael scratched his brow and shook his head. Removing the apron, he replied, "Finish your dinner and rest well," and then hastily walked out of the kitchen, leaving Rivana confused and worried.