How A Woman Should Be

"David, this is not right," Linda said meekly, trying to push him away as David clung to her like a leech, peppering her with kisses, sucking and nibbling her neck.

Seeing her movement was growing erratic, he paused, face still buried in the crooks of her neck, "What's not right?" His voice was husky and filled with lust.

"You have a wife," she swallowed. "I'm but a mistress, David and I don't like that."

David pulled away, sweeping his hand through his hair. "I told you to be patient, Linda, didn't I?"

"You did, but…" she trailed off, her eyes drooping as she fidgeted with her fingers. "Aunty Anita will be mad if she finds out. She could kill me," she looked up, her eyes watery as she bit her bottom lip.

"She's not even your relative. Why do you call her Aunty?" David frowned. Linda always called Anita that.

"Because she's older," she said under her breath but loud enough for him to hear.

David's lips curled, a bitter smile.

At first, he was too blinded by love to realize the age difference, but now, he couldn't help thinking he married someone he could easily address as an older sister. Perhaps, that was why she didn't have respect for him.

Seeing him drifting away, Linda tugged at his sleeve, "I'm scared, David."

"Anita doesn't have such power anymore." He snapped out of his thoughts, holding her by the shoulders as he tried to reason with her, like he was placating a child. "I made sure of that. Moreover, she doesn't know about you."

"Still," she shuffled to the side, getting away from him. "I don't want to continue this relationship anymore. This is not healthy for me."

David panicked, yanking her arm as she crashed into his chest, "I dare you to say that again," he growled.

She stared at him, lost in his beauty for a moment, then she blinked and tears gushed down her eyes. "Why can't I say it? You don't love me. You got her jewelry worth 10 million for your eight years anniversary. What have you done for me? I sat there, watching as you went all out, bidding for that necklace just for her, even though you knew that I liked it too!"

David looked stunned as he watched her cry her eyes out, lamenting and throwing her hands around like a spoiled child.

Then, a soft chuckle rose from his chest before a boisterous laughter followed. "You can't be seriously crying over ten million pieces of jewelry, Linda." He pulled her but she threw his hands off.

"Didn't I get you a designer bag worth eleven million last week?" He was amused.

She just said he'd never done anything for her, yet had gotten her a bag worth eleven million last week. However, David didn't count what she said as ungrateful.

'Women should be like this. They should be jealous over me. They should crave my gifts, cry when they don't get enough, and lament like their world is ending,' he thought.

Linda furiously wiped her tears, looking cute as she pouted, "I liked that jewelry."

"What if I said I got you a better one?" He smiled meaningfully as he pulled the stunned Linda to his safe, keyed in his pin right in front of her.

"I– it's my birth date..." The pin to his safe was the date of her birthday.

Linda was flabbergasted.

"Now, you believe I love you more, huh?" He grinned as he opened the safe, revealing stack upon stack of cash, gold bars, and valuable documents.

But he bypassed all that and closed his hand around a black velvet box. Linda's sparkling eyes zeroed in on the small fortune in his safe and gulped.

David caught her gawking but only laughed, "Careful now, little kitten, you might get lost in it."

Linda snapped out of her greedy thoughts and blushed. She'd never seen so much wealth in her life.

"I got this for you," David opened the box.

Inside the black velvet box lay a creation so exquisite, it seemed to breathe with its own quiet power.

The "Mother" jewelry set was not merely ornament – it was legend captured in carats.

At the center of the necklace rested a heart-shaped yellow diamond, almost the size of a small egg. It glowed with a soft fire, cradled in an intricate lattice of white and pink diamonds, shaped like intertwining vines – delicate, tender, eternal. Each vine curved protectively around the central gem, like a mother's arms curled around her child.

Dozens of brilliant-cut stones, each perfectly symmetrical, glistened like dewdrops along the chain. Their shimmer was almost ethereal, not blinding but soft. Along the sides, small rose-cut sapphires nestled into the design, barely visible unless the light caught them just right.

The earrings matched the set with quiet grace, teardrop diamonds dangling from curled platinum tendrils, crafted to resemble sleeping infants cradled in ivy. They sparkled when moved.

The bracelet was a band of woven platinum filigree, so delicate it looked like spun silk. Inlaid with alternating white and yellow diamonds, it wrapped around the wrist like a mother's promise—firm, unyielding, and forever.

Linda gasped, her eyes wide like saucers, jaw dropping with a clack. "Th– this, this is for me?"

David smirked with pride. This was how a woman should behave when she was given something expensive. Something exquisite. Something of value.

"Take it, it's yours."

Linda's hands trembled with excitement as she reached out for it. This jewelry was named, 'Mother', it was the highlight of today's auction and was won at a bid for twenty million.

The jewelry was said to have been made by Eastonville's jewelry god with his mother in mind, but unfortunately, his mother passed away before he could complete the jewelry. Now, he sold it at an auction and donated the money to the orphanage.

Linda witnessed the heated battle for this piece of jewelry. David bid for it too, saying it was for his wife, but lost the bid to an anonymous bidder. Who would have thought that the anonymous bidder was his person?

Linda flew into his arms, hugging him so tightly that she almost choked the life out of him. "I love you so much, Dave!"

David hugged her back, feeling his ego soaring with her excitement. He inhaled deeply, eyes closing as he savored the feeling of being worshipped.

He'd bought Anita more things than he could count over the years, but never had she been this excited. He couldn't tell her but her lack of enthusiasm wounded his pride as a man.

However, he knew she wasn't being ungrateful, rather, she was like that because she was raised and spoiled in wealth and luxury, so no material things could get her leaping for joy.

Even though David knew this much, he still couldn't get over the fact that he couldn't make his wife worship him, to look at him with adoration, and greed, like he was the air she breathed.

His ego needed to be fed, and Linda gave him just that.

"Are you still going to leave?" He asked, all smiles.

"Of course not!" she pulled away and crashed her lips on his. Her lips moved desperately as he reciprocated with equal vigor. Her hands found his band and she hurriedly undid his pants, all the while breathing heavily as they kissed like no tomorrow.

Breaking the kiss after a while, she went on her knees and mouthed him.

David groaned as he felt her lips around him, his head thrown back, eyes closed, relishing in the moment.

His little slut was better than Anita, he thought.

…

Meanwhile, Anita arrived at a mansion that screamed nothing but wasted generational wealth.

Stepping out of her car, she took a deep, shaky breath, fists clenched as she braced herself for what was to come.