Tame Me My Brother -in-Law By Sweet Sakura novel Chapter 4

Tame Me My Brother -in-Law Chapter 4 

After what felt like forever… the taxi finally pulled up in front of a blue–gray 

mansion at exactly five in the morning, causing a sigh of relief to escape my 

mouth. After paying the taxi driver, I opened the door and stepped out. 

I wrapped myself as tightly as I could in my thick, old brown coat, and did my 

best to cover up and I softly grumbled as I made my way slowly towards the 

Lauren Mansion, which was situated in the urban area of New York. It was 

obvious from the outside that it possessed an incredible amount of power 

and wealth. 

The heavily armed security officers waved me through the enormous 

electronic iron gates that were etched in the center with a golden letter L that 

was far bigger than I was. 

In front of the mansion was a roundabout, with a gigantic fountain in the 

center but was now coated with snow. A statue of a roaring tiger ready to 

attack, was in the middle of the fountain. 

It was always been my dream to live in a house with a beautiful landscape 

like this… with towering trees, shrubs, bushes, and a garden that was so 

vibrant if not for the snow.covering them. The bed of green Bermuda grass 

had been mowed to absolute perfection but it had turned white. The 

atmosphere was fragrant with the aroma of pine needles and wood smoke. 

So wintery… 

The enormous structure was built out of a single piece of solid rectangular 

concrete, and it was placed in the exact center of the immense estate. In the 

back… there was a river, and on both of the property’s sides, there were trees, 

a pool, and a pond. 

My dad and my sister would never have the opportunity to live such a 

privileged life if it weren’t for the fact that he married a wealthy woman after 

his divorce with my mother. 

I was trembling so badly that I couldn’t stop as I raised my quivering fist to 

knock on the enormous double wooden door. 

After waiting for five minutes with no one opening the door, I began to 

repeatedly ring the doorbell. I let out a breath of relief when I heard footsteps 

coming from the direction of the door on the other side of the room. A 

servant in her mid–thirties eventually opened the door for me with a wide 

smile plastered on her lips. 

“Miss, you’re back-” the smile on her face halted as she peered into my eyes, 

undoubtedly wondering why the hue had changed. Earlier in the taxi, I 

removed the contact lenses I was wearing because I was feeling 

uncomfortable wearing them. But the fake blonde hair on my head remained 

as I covered it with the cap and the hood of my coat. Her gaze moved from 

my eyes to the old coat that I was wearing. “Who are you?” 

“I’m here for dad— for Mr. Lauren…” I responded with chattering teeth, red 

cheeks, and cold visible breaths. 

She showed a disapproving expression by knitting her brows together and 

clicking her tongue. “He’s still asleep. You’re going to have to hold off till he 

wakes up.” After she finished speaking, she slammed the door on my face, 

causing me to startle and take a step backwards. 

I heaved a sigh as I adjusted the hood of my coat and made my way to the 

fountain, where I sat down and wait. It’s only five in the morning. I wondered 

what time would my father wake up. Till how many hours would I wait for him 

in the middle of this snowy place? What time will I get my money? 

I was already starting to feel numb, and the only thing that could be heard 

over the howling wind was my whimpers. I rubbed my hands together in a 

vain attempt to generate even the slightest amount of body heat. 

The entrance to the mansion opened once more after what seemed like two 

eons had passed, revealing the same expressionless face of the servant. 

“You may come in now…” she called out and I dashed inside, still shivering 

from the cold. However, I came to an abrupt halt when I spotted my father 

sitting on the leather couch with a newspaper in his hands. 

When he noticed that I was entering the house, he took his time looking at 

me through the newspaper while I stood at the back of the door, unmoved 

but lips trembling and body shivering. 

The sophisticated woman sitting next to him immediately questioned me in