Billionaire’s Substitute Bride

SOPHIA CASTILLO

I wanted to tell him that I didn't want the dress of a female I do not know.

I was never a fan of sharing clothes and I never shared clothes with my sister even though we had the same body stature.

I didn't want to wear the pajamas of another woman and because I couldn't tell him, I began to cry.

"What is wrong with you?" I heard Adrian speak harshly and I flinched from his tone.

"You are unbelievable. Do you think I'd be moved by these crocodile tears? Why are you crying and what did I do to you?" He shook his head in disbelief and I sniffled a little.

"I knew you were a hypocrite but I never expected it to be this bad. I gave you something to wear and you are crying? What? What do you want from me?" He asked.

I bit my bottom lips and quickly wiped my tears. "I..." I wanted to speak but I struggled to form words in my head.

"You what? You think that because we are not married, will we be a real couple?" He sneered.

Adrian leaned closer to me and I gulped in shock. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and I forgot how to breathe.

It's the closest we have been and it made my heart beat faster. He was staring at me warmly at first and before I knew it, those code gaze of his returned.

"What we have between us isn't real Sophia. We got married because my grandfather wanted me to and your parents needed help and so he saw it as the perfect opportunity to get me married. Also, you weren't the first choice. Your sister was the one I met at first, but you came in a week later and I want to know why. Where is she and why didn't she come to our wedding? Did your parents realize she wouldn't be able to get the job done and decided to send you instead? Tell me?" He demanded, slowly whispering to me

All the while he spoke, he caressed my ear and I felt. I parted my lips slightly as I stared at him.

"Tell me, Sophia. What are your parents' plans? Tell me truthfully and I might forgive them and help them out."

I furrowed my brows. I did not understand what he meant and what he was referring to. "Plans?" I asked rhetorically.

"What plans?" I managed to ask.

"You know very well what their plans are. You want to take over my company, don't you? You married me, so you could tempt me and make me give all my property to you and your family, isn't that? Come on, tell me. I mean that could be one of the main reasons your sister was taken back. She couldn't do it, could she?"

Adrian trailed his index finger on my face and it landed on his lips. "I mean, take a look at you, you are beautiful and your eyes..." He brushed his thumb against my lips.

"They saw that you were the perfect one for the job and decided to marry you off instead, but guess what?" He leaned towards my ear and I felt goosebumps rising on my skin.

I was very nervous and my heart wasn't helping as it raced faster than normal and I could feel the beat in my head like someone was drumming on it.

"You will never be able to tempt me. You won't be able to get close to me. You won't even see care and support from me. Nothing will happen between us and that's a promise. If you think that I would touch you or be tempted, then you are wrong. You should know that won't happen and don't ever get your hopes up," he expatiates.

He stood back on his feet. "I will unravel your secret soon and when I finally find out, you and your family will suffer the consequences and that's not all. I will make sure you suffer more than the consequences and I will never make empty threats.

"Change into those and don't even think about crying. I know women like you. This trick of yours might have worked on another man, but it definitely won't work on me, not at all."

"Also, you won't be sleeping on the same bed as me. I find you unclean and unworthy of sleeping on the same bed as me. Thirdly, you will mind your business. Do not try to get close to me and never invade my privacy. You might be my wife, but that's just it. You are my wife and nothing more. Do not attempt to touch my things or by mistake touch my things because I won't tolerate them."

"We have no choice but to be cordial with one another when we are outside, but do not overdo your part of trying to be very friendly with me. I won't accept it, not at all. Do not overstep your boundaries and try to be the loving wife in public because I hate fake women the most."

"Last but not the least, you are not allowed to call me by my name and when you do refer to me, use 'sir' and so do not speak to me unless you are asked to, is that understood?" He asked.

"Yes...sir," I replied almost immediately.

I was going to follow all of his rules, after all, it was favoring me. I don't want to get close to him or be in the same space as him. After all, I wouldn't be able to tolerate him, or maybe I would because I have never been the type to speak back at others.

"Good. You may go and sleep on the couch or the floor, wherever it is comfortable for you. Now get up," he demanded and I did as told.

He got on the bed, switched off the lights, and went to sleep and I stood in darkness, thinking of where and how to sleep.