From Miss to Mrs: President Cohen's Contract Wife

DAHILA'S POV

I was in pain, my eyes red and my body shaking violently.

“R…Ryan, please, hospital” I managed to squeeze out but Amanda kissed him to grab his attention.

“Ryan...”

“Get out!” Amanda barked when she took a pause from kissing him. “Mum and Dad said you could leave! You're not even his wife yet”

I pressed my inhalers, perhaps I'd get a little gas to prolong my life longer from the asthma, but none came out.

Amanda laughed again. “Nothing is left in the inhaler, sis. I left the lid open yesterday to exhaust the gas”

My chest tightened. “You…” I couldn't continue, but my teary eyes were locked into hers.

She shrugged. “You can't survive without your inhaler. I just want to see the kind of survival game you'd play”

“Ryan….” I faced him through the pain. “She threw my…in...inhaler away”

I was merely breathing, watching them kiss again in delight and today! Of all days, our anniversary!

He scoffed. “Amanda rules this house now. Anything she says, is my command”

I nodded. “F...Fine”

Moving unsteadily, I advanced toward the door.

Only if I knew Amanda would bring the monster in Ryan out.

Amanda returned a week sndmdm

“Sis, I'd love to go use your bathroom” she'd said on her first day and of course I was against it.

But Ryan had yelled at me. “Who gives you the right to make any decisions in this house!?”

Since then things have been like this. She would flirt with Ryan in front of me, walk in on us being romantic, and now she took him completely.

My chest was burning as I fondled the door handle. I was an asthma patient that survived only on inhalers which finished this morning.

The night sky was dark, no one in sight, except for me and my shadow.

Fifteen years ago when I lost my father to an untimely cancer, mum married Amanda's father in a small wedding ceremony.

I’d thought it would be a good change, but instead, I was introduced to Amanda, my new stepsister.

She completely stole my mother's love and her father — cold as ever.

She got the best education in journalism at the biggest mass communication school.

While I was enrolled at some public school, with just a little fee.

Mum would always tell me to be grateful. “Blame your useless father for dying poor and not leaving you with anything”

Just like she initiated, I blatantly blamed my father for being the cause of my life problems.

But on my 20th birthday, when I went back to our family house for celebration.

I found Dad's wills. On which he mentioned his 10 million dollar asset abroad.

I'd been happy, thinking life would finally be good but unfortunately my mother had claimed it instead, and with the money, Amanda was sent abroad.

“Amanda has the potential of making it faster, wait for her to come back” mum had said when i complained.

Before Amanda left,