Reana woke up from her sleep. She faintly looked around the room. This was not her room. Reana immediately got up from her bed and turned to see a woman standing near the bed where she slept.
This beautiful exterior design, the bedroom, is decorated and designed in a modern and simple style. The color tone of the room is a combination of white and gray.
The bed is designed in gray, combined with a gray cotton carpet to create a uniform color scheme. The walls use gray-white and wood materials. The desk is in the corner of the room and has a wall-mounted TV design that creates an airy and comfortable space.
Reana sighed softly and tried to remain calm. She didn't want to appear too much. She was sure of one thing. That was Mario's private bedroom.
"Are you awake, Mrs. 5?" asked the woman in front of her.
"Who are you?"
"My name is... Zia, Madam, from today I will work as your assistant. Whatever you want to do and whatever you want, just let me know, I will serve you."
"What for?"
"Every mistress in this house has an assistant. And I am the 4th wife's assistant hired for you."
"You're the 4th wife's assistant, but why are you my assistant?"
"Because the fourth wife has passed away."
"What? Passed away?" Reana was spontaneously surprised and turned to look at Zia.
"Yes. Passed away two months ago."
"Died of what?"
"There was something wrong, but no one knew about it. "But I heard that Mrs. 4 took poison and committed suicide," Zia explained.
Reana was surprised to hear that, because she never knew what had happened before in this house, hearing strange things made her wake up from her sleep. Reana didn't want to be the next victim.
"Then where are the other wives?" asked Reana.
"You'll get to know them all over dinner tonight."
"Are they all well? Did anyone die other than the fourth wife?"
"No, ma'am," Zia replied, appearing to be wearing a uniform in front of her.
"You're not covering anything up, are you?" asked Reana again, still curious.
"Nothing, ma'am, I've told you everything," Zia replied.
Reana having to become the 5th wife alone gave her a headache and a lack of enthusiasm for her marriage, but when she heard that the 4th wife had died, things got even scarier. This ridiculous thing is really curious.
What's wrong with her husband? Does he know what the fourth wife died of? Does he have his fantasies? Why is everything so scary like this?
"Dinner tonight, will there be Mario?" asked Reana, looking at Zia.
"Yes, ma'am, every dinner there is always Mr. Mario."
She was curious about her husband, how old he was, that he could marry five wives, even though the fourth one was already gone. She had to know, and she had to pay for her curiosity.
Having had enough of being left out of her wedding, she had to make a calculation.
"So, every night Mario will sleep with a different wife?" asked Reana, having to prepare herself.
"No, he doesn't. Mr. Mario rarely sleeps in his wife's room."
"How come?"
"Mr. Mario also has his room in this house. So, he rarely, if ever, sleeps with his wives. The fourth wife never slept with him until she passed away; the first wife often slept with him, but the rumor is that they never did anything. "They just talked, drank wine, and fell asleep," Zia whispered, making Reana even more confused.
Reana nodded her head. She was starting to understand the storyline of her current life. Hopefully, Mario would never touch her, let alone sleep in her room.
"It's like I'm married to a king," Reana shook her head.
"That's what life with Lord Mario is like. There must be a consort and concubines."
***
Arriving where Reana was going to the dining room, this house was quite large, designed to be very spacious, and each room had a different arrangement.
Reana sighed softly and shook her head. She had to deal with the other wives; hopefully, no one would be jealous of her, because her fate with the fate of the other wives was the same, nothing different.
"Where is the dining room?" asked Reana.
"Over here, ma'am," Zia replied.
Reana and Zia made their way to the dining room to the west. Reana sighed softly and saw three women sitting in their respective places and their assistant standing by the wall.
Reana turned and whispered, "Where's Mario?"
"Mr. Mario will be joining us shortly," Zia replied.
Reana nodded, because her goal was only one. She wanted to see how Mario looked, who could have five wives, including himself. Even his wives were beautiful and young. Even Reana couldn't tell the difference between the queen and his concubines.
"Madame should introduce herself," Zia whispered.
"Why not? They already know who I am. "Where do I sit?" asked Reana.
Zia pointed to one of the empty seats.
Reana then sat next to one of the wives, who was now staring at her.
Reana saw everyone's gaze on her, so she quickly got up from her seat.
Not long after, Hans arrived, and Mario arrived. Reana immediately turned her head and looked up to see the two men who had come. Reana already knew Hans, but who was the man beside him? It couldn't be Mario, right?
"He is Mr. Mario," Zia whispered.
"WHAT?" Reana unconsciously shouted and rounded her eyes to see Mario.
It was far from her expectations, Reana thought Mario was an old and frail man, even holding a cane in his hand that became a walking aid, but it turned out that she had lost her expectations.
The man named Mario looked handsome and young, there wasn't even any white hair in his hair. Reana thought quite hard, there was no way, a man this young should have 5 wives. What the hell is going on?
"You want to keep standing?" asked Mario looking at Reana.
"You... Mario?" asked Reana.
"Yes. Who do you think?"
"Mrs. Rea should be polite," said Hans.
"It's okay, let it go, today is her first day, so just let her think," said Mario, stopping Hans.
"But you don't look old, you're young too, so what made you marry all of us?" asked Reana, making everyone turn to look at Mario.
"Are you very curious?" asked Mario.
"Yes. If you're willing to answer."
"Mrs. Rea, call me sir and be a little polite."
"Why should I be polite to my own husband? I'm his wife, right? And I was married only to be called 'Sir'?" Reana was so blunt.
Mario chose to remain silent. He didn't want to answer questions that no one had ever asked him. Mario also thought Reana was too curious about things he didn't have to know.
"You sit down, and we eat," Mario said.
"Madam, please sit down," Zia whispered.
"I have to know why he wants to marry all of us."
"Can't you sit down? Mario told you to sit down, but you're still talking? Do I have to discipline you first?" asked one of the women who was wearing a beautiful red dress. Her breasts were smooth, and even her cleavage looked beautifully shaped.
Reana saw that all of Mario's wives looked beautiful and sexy. It seemed that they all wanted to show their beauty to Mario.
"You should introduce yourself, not be curious about things you don't need to know," continued one of the women.
"My name is... Reana, I am a college student awaiting graduation. I married Mario against my will, but my family owes him a debt. Satisfied?" asked Reana, looking at all of Mario's wives.
Mario shook his head and chose to lean back in his chair. He did not start eating because Reana was still babbling.
Hans then had the other three wives introduce themselves.
"You look at me carefully, there are no two introductions. I am the first wife of Mario, and, at the same time, I manage this whole house. "Everything must depend on me," said the woman in the red dress.
"And I'm... Maria, I'm the second wife."
"And I'm... Chloe, I'm the third wife."
"And who is the fourth wife?" asked Reana.
"You're the polite one, you'd better sit down instead of babbling," Mario said, looking up.
"Why isn't anyone discussing the 4th wife?"
"You're only in this house for the first day, but you're already blabbing away without shutting up," Sienna shook her head.
"I want to know what the fourth wife's name is."
"Her name was Jennifer. She died two months ago."
Everyone was silent. Reana also didn't want to discuss it anymore, since Hans had wanted to tell her to be quiet, but Hans kept being held back by Mario. So, Hans was forced to remain silent even though this dinner was not going well.