Billionaire’s Substitute Bride

SOPHIA CASTILLO

If one didn't know Adrian, it would be easy to fall in love with his eyes.

He has the most beautiful blue eyes. They were very attractive and blue being my favorite color has never looked this attractive.

But when you get to know him and you stare into his eyes, all you want is to never look at them ever again.

I remember the first time I saw his eyes, I fell in love with them, but after the way he treated me, blue became the ugliest color to me.

His eyes mortify me all the time I look at them because all I can see in them for me is nothing but disgust.

"Get up," he demanded as he stood back on his feet with both hands in his pants pocket.

I furrowed my brows in confusion.

"I won't repeat myself, Sophia," he said firmly and I quickly got up on my feet.

"Good," he said before leaning towards me.

"I won't be tolerating your attitude anymore. I do not want a repeat of this morning Sophia. You are not to raise your voice at me, never. Am I clear?" He said firmly and I nodded my head while fidgeting with my nails.

I was nervous. He stood too close to me for my liking and it only made the knots in my stomach tighten.

"I need words from you, Sophia. I do not appreciate you nodding your head," he said.

"Yes...sir," I said.

"Good," he nodded his head before standing up straight.

"Firstly, I want you to go in there, take your bath and get rid of these pajamas," he demanded.

I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat.

"I already took my bath," I informed him.

"Really? So why are you still dressed in this?" He asked.

"I haven't gotten any clothes to wear," I answered him.

"Follow me," he said and began to walk.

I hesitated for some seconds before following him.

Adrian opened the door and went in and I followed him in. I was surprised to see that there was a dressing room in the room.

I didn't know about it. After all, I was new to the mansion. I didn't know anywhere in the mansion yet.

"Those are your clothes, you can wear any of them," he said pointing at feminine clothes hung on a rack.

I blinked my eyes in surprise.

Those weren't my clothes and I never got any of them, so I wonder who got them and how they knew my size when I went through the clothes.

I clear my throat, getting Adrian's attention.

"If you do not...mind...me...asking. I...," I trailed off not knowing how to ask him the questions I have in my heart.

"What is it?" He asked in a deep voice and I shuddered.

"Who got the clothes?" I asked after mustering some courage.

"That shouldn't be your problem. Change into them and come down for dinner," he said before turning on his heels to leave the room.

I heaved a sigh of relief once he was out of the place. I was still curious to know how they got the clothes for me and how they knew my size, but if one thing I knew, it was that Adrian didn't get any of them for me.

"Come in," I said after hearing a knock on the door.

The door opened and Sarah came in.

"Good evening ma'am. Sir Adrian asked me to get you," she informed me and I nodded my head.

"Okay."

I followed her up the stairs and into the dining room.

"So what took you long?" Adrian asked the moment I stepped my feet into the dining table. 

"I..I.." I was cut off by Adrian.

"Just hold it. I do not want to hear it. Come sit down," he demanded.

I did as told and sat down opposite Adrian on the table as I didn't want to be close to him and lose my composure.

The last time I had dinner with Adrian before our wedding and broke a plate because he had made me nervous, he made me feel worse than I already was and I had no intention of repeating that mistake.

The moment my eyes landed on the food, I felt my stomach grumbling. I hadn't eaten since morning and I had no appetite either, but now I am feeling very ugly.

After the food was being served, I began to eat.

I stopped eating when I felt Adrian's hot gaze on me.

I swallowed the food in my mouth down my throat with struggle as I wondered why Adrian was staring at me for.

"You never seize to prove me right. I mean take a look at how you are eating, like a poor woman touching wealth for the first time. Without control, you are devouring the food like a hungry lion who has been starving for days," he claimed and I clenched the fork in my hands.

From the moment I met Adrian, all he has done is ridicule me. All he has done is call me names that I was not and find fault in everything that I do.

I had to tolerate all of this because he had a point. I married him to help my father, but what he was wrong about was my father conniving against him.

"Are those tears I see in your eyes?" He asked.

A bead of tears landed on the table and I quickly wiped them away.

"Oh spare me that. Why do you have to cry all the time? Is that some talent of yours or what?" He chided.

I lifted my head and my eyes locked with the eyes of the maid who was standing behind him. She was looking at me with pity and I hated it and so I got up from the table and ran back to my room.

I hate you, Adrian. I hate you so much.