Dumped And Accidentally Married A Billionaire

Chapter Five

I was in the parlour relaxing when he walked in and seeing him made me realise I had just handed my life to a total stranger.

He walked past me looking totally exhausted from the day's activities.

“Welcome back”, I greeted him warmly.

“Thank you,” he responded.

I handed his black card to him since I wouldn't be needing it anymore.

“You can keep it Diana”, he voiced out.

I shook my head. “No..I can't please”,

“I don't want you to lack anything as long as you are staying here with me…use it to get anything you need”, he said as he gave it back to me.

He didn't utter another word as he found his way to the room to take a warm shower and stepped down to eat his dinner in silence after leaving me star-struck.

I recalled vividly a few days ago I was barely working two jobs to save my broken ass and right now I am holding a card which could literally get me anything I wanted.

It felt like a dream I would wake up from.

The next day. I woke up early and began to arrange my stuff properly, throwing away anything I knew I wouldn't be needing anymore.

I had taken a break from work when I was planning my wedding with David so I didn't have to go to work.

Although there was no honeymoon planned out as I had expected every newly married couple go through, I still decided to make the most of the time I was going to spend.

I sorted my things and threw out those things I wouldn't be needing anymore, especially stuff David my ex got me. I wanted to remove every memory of him from my mind so badly.

When I was done sorting out those things I found my way downstairs to see if there were any workers around so I could get a trash bag to trash out all the things from my ex-boyfriend.

I met one of them in the kitchen.

“Can I get a trash bag?”I said, dropping the stuff on the ground.

She picked it up and left with it.

I turned my back and was startled to see Lucas standing me.

“I didn’t hear you come in,” I said, placing a hand on my chest still trying to catch my breath.

“You were busy,” he replied, his eyes briefly moving to the pile of things the maid had taken away.

“It’s nothing important,” I added quickly.

He didn’t respond immediately. His gaze lingered for a second before he spoke. “Good.”

I frowned slightly. “Good?”

“If it’s something you don’t need anymore, then it’s better gone,” he said plainly.

I nodded, not sure why his words felt heavier than they should.

He walked past me to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.

I watched him for a moment. “You’re not going to work today?”

“I will,” he answered shortly. “Later.”

I hesitated before speaking again. “About… the terms you mentioned yesterday.”

That got his attention.

He placed the bottle on the counter and turned to face me fully.

“We’ll discuss it tonight.”

“Tonight?” I repeated.

“Yes”,

My stomach tightened a little. “Alright.”

There was a brief silence between us.

“I meant what I said,” he added. “About the card.”

“I know,” I replied quietly. “But I’m not used to… all of this”,

“You’ll get used to it”, he responded with a calm voice.

I wasn’t sure if that was comforting or not.

He picked up his keys and left.

I stood there for a while, staring at nothing in particular.

Everything still felt unreal.

He came back in the evening.

The night came faster than I expected.

By the time I stepped into the room, Lucas was already there, seated on the couch with a file in his hand.

He looked up as I entered.

“Sit,” he commanded.

I walked over and sat across from him, my fingers nervously playing with each other.

He closed the file and placed it on the table.

“Let’s make something clear, Diana,” he began. “This marriage is an agreement.”

I swallowed but nodded. Ofcourse, I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me that.

How on earth was I expected to have a chance with someone like him.

“You will stay here as my wife. In public, you act the part. No mistakes.”

“Okay”, my head is already calculating how best to tackle this situation.

“In private, there would be no need for any interference in each of our lives”

That one stung a little, but I still nodded.

“You will attend events with me when needed. Dress appropriately and speak when needed.”

“I understand.”

He watched me for a second, like he was trying to read something on my face.

“In return,” he continued, “everything you need will be provided. You won’t lack anything.”

“I don't want any past issues coming back to ruin anything,” he added.

David’s face flashed in my mind, but I pushed it away quickly.

“That won’t happen,” I said firmly.

Whatever happened between David and I has been taken properly care of.

“Good”, he nodded once, like the conversation was going like he expected.

“Get some rest,” he said, standing up. “We start tomorrow.”

“Start what?” I asked.

He glanced back at me.

“Being a proper Mrs. Bernard.”

I wondered what being a proper Mrs. Bernard entails.

All my life, I had never been exposed to such a life.

I had spent years worrying about bills, working endlessly just to survive.

Now, I was expected to step into a world where class matters more than anything.

Would I be able to survive what comes next?