Indebted To A Billionaire

How old was he?

Is he really a gentleman as his guests believed him to be?

If so, why did he turn so cold when we came here?

Thousands and thousands of questions kept me up at night. I couldn't sleep unlike yesterday.

Now that I was married and was someone's spouse I was having incredible delusions about my husband.

Suddenly, I hear a knock on my door. He was speaking to someone.

I get up and stride towards the door and see him on a call with someone.

"It's my mother. She wants to speak with you." He says. I allow him inside the room and I take the phone. His mother was the sweetest person I've ever heard while conversing.

She assured me about a million things that Nicholas was unknown about. We talk for several minutes, she tells me she will talk later in a week's time as she was out for business.

Now that I think of it, his parents and siblings if i may presume were not there during his marriage.

Was this out of spite or something?

I do not know anything about him.

"Here. Thank you." I give him his device back. I check on my own. Still no signal.

"Hey, um..." I couldn't call him by his name. He holds the doorknob in his hand, about to leave when he turns around on my call.

"My phone isn't working. Could you please give me some data?" I show him my flip phone as he jumps his eyebrows. Well, what did he expect from a broke high schooler like myself?

"I'll purchase a new phone for you." Saying, he leaves in a haste.

I blink my eyes several times. What the hell was that?

It was better to catch some sleep than ponder upon a stuck up snob like himself.

****

"Good morning world." I say to myself, smiling as I wake up from the best sleep ever. The bed gave me comfort I never once experienced in my 18 years of living. It was fluffy, like clouds.

In five minutes of me waking up, there was a knock on the door.

"Coming!" Calling, I wear a robe and set my bed hair before attending the person.

It was a maid who held a tray of food. Beside the plate of fresh banana pancakes and applesauce was a new phone box.

It was one of the richer brands.

I widen my eyes, accepting the tray silently as the slightly older woman smiles at me. I suppose they do not know my background, or what were the circumstances of me coming here as his wife.

The first thing I do is ask for them for some data.

I wasn't born yesterday. I know how a mobile works, but the way I hold it was awkward. Even more so when I was typing on it.

As I finished my breakfast over the bed, I search up his name on the internet.

Nicholas Graces, I vividly remember.

When I say I was shocked, it's an understatement.

I scroll through infinity, only to find the man I call my husband is the greatest Enterprise owner of the world!

His name was all over the place! There was a whole street dedicated to his surname!

I wipe my face, inhaling sharply.

So this is the man I was married to.

I walk out of the door to give away the tray.

As expected, my husband wasn't there. He's probably gone to work as the biggest business tycoon internationally.

Still fazed by the information, I walk down the stairs to reach the kitchen. I didn't even enter the area when I hear whispers upon my name.

"Poor mistress, she doesn't seem to know who master really is."

I just got to know about him this morning. I'm as unfazed as I can be. It's nothing special to be exceptionally rich when the person lacks 'character'.

"Leave about that, she doesn't even know she's his second wife. I pity her for being so oblivious. If I was her, I would never marry a used man."

A used man...

I'm his second wife...

My heart begins to race on my poor ribcage.

Suddenly, all of it seemed impossible for me.

I will talk to him in the evening.

As the evening came, I send all the workers to their quarters which was a few steps away from his mansion. I want to talk to him personally.

Seeing the headlights of the car burn up the windows, I sit on the couch, gathering my anger to talk to him.

He raises an eyebrow seeing me all alone in the house. He walks past me, he seems tired.

"What am I to you?" I ask him immediately when he walks past the couch.

"What?" He questions back rudely.

"I asked," standing up to emphasize my conversation, "What am I to you? A joke? I feel like a substitute to your love life."

My words seemed to rile him up. He pays full attention to me as he loosens his tie and walks towards me.

"What do you possibly mean by your illogical words? Know your place."

"As a second wife to the biggest business tycoon of the world? What do you take me as?" I ask him.

"Who told you that?" He quickly gets on the defensive. I scoff to myself, maybe ticking him off. Out of the blue, he holds my jaw in his hand which scares the living hell out of me.

"Who told you about her?" He glares holes into my eyes. Fear quickly forms in my throat as I pry his hands away from my face.

"Stop it! Gosh, you're such a stuck up!" Crying, I run to my room and slam the door shut before he could catch up. I hear a loud bang on my door which makes me flinch badly. He curses loudly, walking away with frightening intensity of footsteps.

"Fuck!" I curse into my pillow. Why did he have to do that to me? I was so scared...

Curse him. Curse him to hell.

If he's being this way, I will show him what I am made of too.