Billionaire’s Substitute Bride

SOPHIA CASTILLO

My heart began to race faster than normal when I heard the shower stop and I knew Adrian was done taking his bath.

When we arrived at the mansion, he asked me to follow him and I obliged without a word.

He told me to get rid of my dress and, to be honest, I was worried when he said so because I thought he was going to make out with me but none of it had happened.

He told me he didn't want to see me in that dress anymore as it only annoyed him and reminded him that he had just gotten married to a gold digger, which, in other words, was me.

He walked out of the room and I took off my dress. I didn't know what else to wear as my clothes had not been brought in yet and our marriage was of circumstances.

I wanted to ask him for something to wear, but I was nervous. I didn't want him to say any more hurtful words to me and so I got rid of the dress.

I entered the bathroom and took my shower. I wrapped myself with a towel, not wanting to think of Adrian's reaction when he came to see me in his towel.

Thankfully, Adrian said nothing when he came back to the room. He only glared at me for a few seconds before getting rid of his clothes.

I looked away, not wanting to see him and although I wasn't looking at him, I could feel him staring at me and it made me nervous.

So many thoughts filled my mind at that moment and the more worried I was.

Adrian walked into the bathroom and I heaved a sigh of relief before curling myself on the bed with the towel tightly wrapped around me.

I covered myself with the duvet and acted as if I was sleeping because I wasn't ready to face Adrian yet and I didn't want him to find any more reasons to insult him.

I held my breath when I opened my eyes to see Adrian staring at me. He wasn't smiling as always and fear gripped me because I thought he was going to strangle me to death.

"You are a bold one, aren't you?" He said in a calm tone, almost in a whisper, but he didn't whisper and I felt shivers down my spine from fear.

"You dare to sleep peacefully after making me marry you?" His lips curled to the side and he stood back on his feet.

"Get up," he demanded and I did as he said, my body shaking although I wasn't visible.

I noticed Adrian staring at me. "Are you going to sleep in that?" He pointed at the towel tightly wrapped around my chest.

I nodded my head, unable to speak.

"You can't speak? Did the cat catch your tongue? Come on, answer me when I talk to you," he demanded.

He wasn't shouting. He never shouts. He has always spoken to me in a calm tone, but each time I felt a tremor whenever he spoke. It was like behind his calm tone was a demeanor.

Each time he spoke to me, it was never as if he didn't mean any harm to me. It was as if every word meant something and I would have to decode them to know what he meant.

I swallow the lump that formed in my throat. "Yes," I replied.

"Yes, what?" He asked, but I didn't understand what he said and so I kept quiet.

Adrian let out a peal of small laughter. "Never refer to me without adding 'Sir', are we understood?" He asked and I nodded my head.

"Use your words," he demanded harshly although he spoke calmly.

"Yes sir!" I almost exclaim.

My heart was beating in trepidation and although the room was cold, I felt hot and my palms were sweating.

"Good girl," he said.

"How can you sleep so peacefully knowing well you just got married? Just how?" He asked.

I didn't understand his question or how he wanted me to answer and I knew I had to say something or he might get violent with me.

He had never been violent with me before, but I felt he was that kind of man. I felt he was that type of man that raised his hands on a woman and didn't hesitate to put her in her place and I didn't want to be one of the victims.

"I was...tired," I stuttered.

Damien placed both his hands in his sweatpants pocket. "You were tired and you thought sleeping would help relieve you?" He asked.

"And you think I would let you sleep when I can't sleep?" His brows rose slightly.

I swallowed a painful lump down my throat. As it was, I was finding it hard to breathe already.

"Are you this dense? I mean you don't know how to speak or you can, but you don't know how to reply, which is it?" He questioned.

I said nothing. I wanted to answer him but I didn't know how to and I was afraid of provoking him. I was scared of him raising his hands on me.

"Get rid of that," he said after some seconds, pointing at my towel.

"I...I have nothing to wear," I tell him.

"Get rid of that," he said one more time in a firm tone and I did just as I was told.

I wanted to quickly wrap the duvet around my exposed chest but I was worried, I didn't want to anger him and so I sat down, watching how he stared at me without shame.

How could he be ashamed of staring at me when I was his wife. I mentally scolded myself.

Adrian walked away and when he came back, he handed me female pajamas. I held the pajamas and saw that they were my perfect size.

I wondered who the pajamas belonged to and I couldn't help but imagine him bringing women to this room and sleeping with them on this bed.