Billionaires Broken Wife | COMPLETED

Chapter 05

A N T O N I A P O V

Bro told us he wanted to have a family lunch with Khan's family, which my family agreed to. This moment could be a good chance for Amina and Bro to get to know each other a little more before we tell her family about the marriage. I was looking forward to going. Mainly because the Biryani they served at the restaurant was delicious, and it was one of my favorite meals.

Who doesn't love biryani? If you don't, then, are you an alien?

A few days after setting up the dinner arrangements, we were ready to go. I took a good shower, including dressing in a nice long shirt with a pair of jeans to go with it. After that, I put on some eyeliner and a little bit of makeup, before hearing the sound of my mother's voice calling me.

"Antonia! Love, hurry up! We have to be there soon!" Mom called out from the bottom of the stairs.

"I am ready!" I replied, wrapping my hijab around my head before running down the staircase. I reached the bottom of the steps and saw both of my parents were well dressed, ready to leave. I looked over at Bro, and he was wearing a suit with a tie around his neck. He usually didn't dress in plain clothes. He always has his black suit and white shirt.

"What up with you wearing a suit?" I asked, looking him up and down.

"Nothing. Just feel like wearing it," Bro shrugged.

"Oh no, you don't! If you want to impress Amina, then wear something else. Wear something that will look good on you, like a V-neck shirt; I know that Amina likes that kind of shirt, especially on guys. Maybe wear a darkish, bluish jean. However, don't wear professional clothes; it is a family dinner, Bro. Not your office meeting," I tried to push him up the stairs, but his strength was no match for mine.

Stupid men and their bodybuilding.

"I don't want to impress her," he retorted.

"Sure, you don't!" I rolled my eyes, "come on, let's go. I want you to change into something else."

He is saying this now, but when he meets her, he will freak out about how he looks. I don't want to hear him whine like a baby. I grabbed Bro by the arm and lead him into his room. I opened his closet, beginning to rummage through his clothing. Nothing except-suits. I should burn all of them down. That will help.

"Hmm...Let's see. Which one of these shirts will suit you better?"

"I suit in everything," he smirked.

"If you want to keep that face pretty for Amina, then I would suggest you shut up. You talk too much. Oh, here wear this," I said, handing him a shirt with a pair of pants.

"Nope. I am fine with what I am wearing; let's go!" he shoved it away from him.

"Come one, bro-" I began to say, but the sound of his phone ringing interrupted me.

In an instant, Bro took out his phone from his pocket and answered it. I looked up at him and heard him speak.

I always hated his height. He got Baba's height while I got moms. It's sometimes annoying because he takes advantage of that to get whatever he wants.

For instance, the other day, I wanted Oreo cookies, and it was in the top cabinet, where I could not reach. I asked him nicely to get it for me, and for a moment, I thought he would give it to me without bothering me. However, he didn't. He just grabbed it from the top and ate it all to himself, as he walked out of the kitchen. He then came back and told me to get the other pack by myself.

Sometimes, I wonder if he is my true brother or my enemy.

"Come on, bro. Wear this! Please, please, please!" I begged.

"Yeah, she is annoying." He laughed, continuing to talk to the person on the other line.

I gasped, grabbing the phone from him. Nobody calls me annoying! That person has no right to call me that!

Bro laughed, sitting on the bed. Traitor.

"Whoever this is, you're already on my bad list. I am not annoying. You're annoying. You don't even know me. You can't judge someone if you don't know the person," I said, trying to catch my breath from talking too fast.

I heard the person chuckle.

Was it funny to him? I will give him a piece of my mind.

"Assalam to you too, beautiful," Walid said in a husky voice that sends shivers down my spine.

Oh, Lord! What did I get myself into? I am trying to ignore him as part of my plan, and it all went down the drain.

Oh my Allah! It is so embarrassing!

Bro started to laugh hard, seeing my expression. I gave him a death glare and threw his phone at him. I stormed down the stairs. Walid and my brother should've never been friends. Those two jerks are so infuriating when they are together.

The ride to the restaurant was unbearable. It turned out that Mom and Baba went in a different car, which meant that I had to ride with Bro all by myself.

More torture for me. Yeah!

He continued to laugh and made fun of me for what had happened with Walid. I was so thankful when we finally reached our destination because I wouldn't take his laughter anymore. One more minute in that car with him, I would have beat him up with my special karate moves.

We went inside the restaurant, looking around for our parents. Just then, I felt someone tap my shoulder from behind. I turned around and squealed when I saw that it was my best friend, Amina.

"Assalam Walaikum, Amina! How are you?" I hugged her tightly.

"Walaikum Assalam. I am fine, Alhamdulillah," she smiled, embracing me even stronger then I did.

I looked around, noticing that most of Amina's family members were here.

"So, is he coming too?" I asked, "or does he have work?"

"He canceled all his meetings because of you," she said, wiggling her eyebrows at me.

I groaned, pushing her lightly, "Whatever, don't care."

Moments later, Bro approached us with a smile on his face. "Assalam Walaikum, ladies," he greeted us.

"Walaikum Assalam, Bro," Amina responded, looking down.

"Walaikum Assalam."

"Where's Mom?" I looked around, trying to find her.

"Oh, she is coming. I am going to go fix a table for us," Bro informed me before walking away.

Once he's out of sight, I turned to Amina. "You won't be calling him Bhai anymore," I whispered in her ear.

"What do you mean?" She knotted her eyebrow in confusion.

"You'll see," I smiled, which only earned me a baffled look from Amina.

"Let's go. The table is ready." Bro announced when he came back.

Amina and I both followed him to our table, where I finally saw Mom, Baba, and a few other relatives, along with Amina's family, all sitting together. But as I scanned the rest of the table, I noticed that one person was missing.

That Jerk.

Where was he?

Amina told me that he was going to be here, so where could he be? I looked around. Was he not coming after all? That thought made me unhappy. I shouldn't be down. There should be happy inside me, for not seeing him here. Yet why does this heart feel down?

"Looking for me?" A rough voice said from behind me, causing me to jump on my seat.

Oh, Allah, help me!

I turned around and smiled at him.

"Assalam Walaikum," I greeted him.

"Walaikum Salam. Now, why don't you answer my question?" He smirked, crossing his big arms over his chest. My eyes went to his muscles when it popped up. Damn, he is hot!

Astaghfirullah, lower your gaze, women! He ain't your husband.

"Well, you see, I wasn't looking for you?" I pretended to sound innocent.

Lie. Lie.

I was looking for you.

Oh, Allah! Forgive me for lying.

"Sure," he grinned.

"Yes, I am sure. I wasn't looking for you; I was looking for someone else."

That got his attention. He instantly straightened his shoulder, narrowing his eyes at me.

"And who would that be?" He asked, raising his eyebrow.

"That would be them," I said, pointing at my friends who were walking in. Perfect timing, might I add.

"Hey, Antonia!" They all said.

"Hey, girls. Hey Chris and Malik," I said, hugging the girls.

"What are you doing here?" Kathy asked.

"A family lunch. And you?" I replied with a smile.

"We ordered food. Here to pick it up," Cruz answered.

"Oh, so you guys are hanging out without me?" I faked a hurt expression.

"Naa, we wouldn't dare to. Hey, Khalid!" Chris said, shaking Bro's hand.

"Hey, guys. What brings you here?" Bro questioned with a smile.

"Picking up an order," Chris said, "and Antonia, have I told you that you look gorgeous today?" He added, smirking at me. This i***t is continuously flirting with someone. Someday he will get beat up by a girl. Or worse, get killed. Just pray he doesn't turn out to be like one of those people who take women's like an object.

"And have I told you, you look boring as usual?" I shot an innocent smile at him.

"Ouch," Bro smirked.

"What? Can a guy try?" Chris shrugged. "Anyway, Beautiful, how has your day been going?"

"Oh, Romeo, it has been going fine until I saw your unwanted face," I fired back, enjoying the moment. Insulting people was funny, but it's not funny when they make fun of you.

"Oh, Juliet. I know you love this pretty face of mine. Who wouldn't?" He played along.

Walid was getting insane. How do I know this? Because it looks like he is ready to beat Chris up. Suddenly, my back pressed against his chest; I could feel his arm tighten around my waist. I tried to free myself, but he had a secure grip.

How can he do all that without anyone seeing him? That little thief.

We shouldn't be touching each other. It is wrong and haram. I need to make this clear with Walid.

"So, you mean that even guys can't resist that face of yours?" Kathy smirked.

"Oh, my God! You're gay. I knew it!" Gabby exclaimed.

"Wait! No, I'm straight!" Chris retorted.

"It's okay, we understand. There's nothing to be ashamed of, Chris, we knew from the start," I said, trying to pull Walid's hand off me.

"I am not gay!" He repeated.

"Oh yeah, prove it!" Bro challenged him. At that same moment, Amina walked in. Bro couldn't help but look at her, but Amina didn't pay much attention. So cute!

"Fine, I will," Chris said. He turned around, beginning to look for someone. His eyes lightened up when they landed on a girl. He then grabbed her and kissed her, taking everyone by surprise, including the girl herself. Walid quickly placed his hand over my eyes.

What am I? Three years old?

She looked angry. I mean, furious. The next thing I knew, the girl slapped Chris hard across the face and walked away.

We all burst into laughter while Chris held his cheek, which was burning red.

"That's gotta hurt," Walid chuckled.

"No s**t, Sherlock, but it was worth it," Chris smirked, rubbing his sore spot.

"Language," I warned.

"Sorry. Anyway, we haven't introduced yet," he said to Walid, holding out his hand for him to shake.

"No, we haven't," Walid replied, shaking Chris's hand. "I am Walid. Antonia fiancé and this is my sister, Amina," he said, emphasizing the word fiancé.

"Hello," Amina waved at Chris.

"WHAT!" Kathy yelled as her eyes widened. "You're engaged?"

Great! Here we go again. Did he have to say that? We didn't even get engaged yet, and he was already declaring me as his fiance. How sweet! Sweet my foot.

I sneakily pinched him on the arm, causing him to jump a little. I narrowed my eyes at him, telling him to shut up.

"What? No!" I defended myself, giving Walid a cold look. "I don't even know what he's talking about!"

"Oh, thank god. You gave me a heart attack there for a minute, love," Chris said, putting his hand on his chest.

Walid suddenly grabbed onto my waist, nearly making me scream. He was looking at Chris with fury. I rolled my eyes and sighed, controlling my anger. I elbowed him hard on the rib as everyone looked at me questionably. I tightly smiled at them. That should give him a warning not to touch me again.

"Chris, shut up. Go away," I snapped.

"Love you too," he winked. Walid shoved Chris back and stormed out of the room. The moment he was gone, everyone turned to look at Chris.

"Seriously?" Bro faced the direction, Walid stormed out.

"What? I was playing around," Chris shrugged.

"He is disgruntled now. It's not easy for him to calm down," Amina stated, without taking her eyes off of her brother.

"Ohh, you got someone possessive there, girl," Gabby teased, bumping her shoulder into mine.

"I got the food," Cruz interrupted, approaching us with a large brown bag in her hand. "Let's go."

"I will go talk to him," I said to Gabby with a sigh.

"Who? What? When? What did I miss?" Cruz asked, clearly lost.

"Chris was flirting with Antonia in front of the guy she was going to get engaged to," Kathy explained.

"Man, you're messed up. Not cool, man. Not cool at all!" Cruz shook her head at Chris.

"What? It was just for fun. He didn't have to aggravate," Chris defended himself. I agree with him. As always, Walid had an anger issue. No anger therapy help. It was no use.

When I walked out, I noticed that Walid was talking on the phone. He was yelling at the person on the other line. I gathered up all the courage I had and approached him. The sound of his voice became louder.

"I want you to get the project done by today!" he backed, making me flinch, "when you get back, I want it finished. Do you understand me? And the company that we are dealing with tells them that deal is off!!"

"I know what I am doing. Don't tell me what to do!" He yelled, anxiously running his hand through his hair. "Do whatever it takes to get the deal off! I want it off. You understand me. Good then!"

He hung up the phone.

"What happened?" I asked, standing in front of him.

"Nothing. Why are you here? Shouldn't you be talking to your lover?" He said with evident annoyance.

"Walid...Chris was playing around," I tried to explain.

"Whatever."

"Where's your tie?" I asked, changing the topic. Hopefully, this will get his mind off the whole Chris incident.

"In the car. Why?"

"Because a tie would look good with this suit. Why didn't you wear it?"

"Well, you see. I can't wear a tie," Walid admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Wow. The boss doesn't know how to wear a tie, but he sure knows how to yell at someone," I guffawed.

"Well, since you're laughing, why don't you do it for me?" Walid suggested. "Oh wait, do you even know how to?" He teased.

"Yes, I do it on Baba all the time," I stuck my tongue out.

"Come with me," he said, extending his hand for me to take. I looked at it with hesitation. Should I take it? I let my feeling get the best of me and took his hand. He smiled, showing his perfect white teeth. We both walked toward the direction he parked his car. Once arrived, he opened the back seat, taking out a black tie; Standing in front of him, I took the tie.

"You're too tall," I commented, looking up at him.

"You're too short," he said, mocking me.

"I can't reach your neck," I pointed out.

"Here, let me help you." He bent down, putting his hands under my knees and picking me up, making me squeal.

"What are you doing?" I screamed at him.

"Helping you so you can put the tie on me!" He laughed.

I was breathing hard, like really hard. Who could have thought that a human can breathe this hard? I had never gotten this close to a guy before; Walid was holding me in his arms so that I could put the tie on his neck!

My breathing picked up as I began to put the tie on, and from the corner of my eye, I could see him looking at me, following my every move. When I finished typing it, I looked up to face him, immediately getting lost in those intense blue eyes.

Reality hit me like a train. What the hell am I doing? I let my feelings get to me again. I shouldn't be touching him. It's haram. Why do I always do this?

I let the shaitan win, again. I disobeyed Allah's order when He clearly stated that it is haram to touch another man who isn't your husband.

Ya Allah, forgive me. I don't know what happened. Please don't get mad at me and put me in Jahanam. Please forgive this slave of Yours, who has done wrong. Have mercy on me, please. Please forgive me! Please, Ar-Rahman! Please.

"Walid, you can put me down now," I whispered, looking away from him.

"What if I don't want to?" He uttered silently back.

"Please," I mumbled. Seeing my discomfort, Walid gently put me down. I immediately put a distance between us. He looked at me in confusion. He endeavors to step closer to me, yet I put my hand out to stop him.

This can not happen again. Never!

I knew I was blushing like crazy when he was close to me, but it had to stop. I looked up to meet his eyes, but quickly averted my gaze and turned to walk back.

It is for the best. And for my Jannah!