Mr. Billionaire’s Regret: Marrying the Unwanted Bride

I entered the mansion and was taken aback by the interior's splendour.

Everything about this mansion shouts money and luxury.

Then there are the late-fifties women. she gave me a warm laugh.

"Good morning mam, my name is Celia, and I work as a maid here," she said, and I smiled.

"There are a total of fifty maids in the mansion. Some are cleaning, while others are in the servant quarters; but, I am available if needed," she told me.

"Come, let me show you Mr. Campbell's bedroom," she added, raising my heartbeat with each passing second.

How am I supposed to live with him? He didn't even want to look at my face.

"Sure," I responded tentatively, and followed her.

We ascended the glass-encased great stairwell to the upper level. She let me inside Adrian's master bedroom once she opened the door.

His room is painted in a dark colour theme. It has a king-size bed in the middle and a large glass door facing front, and it reminds me of him in some ways. It has a sofa and other lavish furnishings.

As I approach it, I take a glance around the room. It's colossal and stunning.

The door opened, and I heard it.

There's also a door in the room, and a man emerges from it, and it's Adrian.

So it's a walk-in closet. Adrian arrives dressed in a grey tuxedo, as if he were a model fresh off the pages of a magazine.

Then I glanced in the mirror; I was wearing a basic blue shirt and denim pants, and my clothing was not labelled like his. Despite this, I do not feel depressed since I enjoy myself as I am and will never change for others.

He glanced into my eyes as he saw me in his bedroom. I took a few steps back as blood rushed into my veins so quickly that I had to swallow.

He walks up to the dresser next to the bed and stops there, then looks at me.

"Come," he said sharply.

I take a step closer towards him, hesitantly.

Finally, I get close to him; I notice a piece of paper in the drawer with the words RULES scrawled over it.

He handed me the paper and said, "Take it and read it."

Rules-

1. You are nothing more than a maid for Mr. Adrian Campbell, his wife just on paper, therefore you must obey his orders.

2. You will share a bedroom with him and sleep on the floor.

3. You are not permitted to act contrary to his wishes.

"I see you've read all of the regulations, so you'll know exactly what you have to do from now on," he added, and I glanced down, exhausted, while nodding a bit.

"Good," he remarked as he approached me. As I stared at him, I felt quite wary.

"Trust me, my lovely wife," he whispered as he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. My arm swelled with goosebumps. He smirked when he saw my reaction.

"As long as you will obey me, it will make your life easier," he said, smirking, then pulled away. I stopped breathing, as he was so near to me.

He eventually drew back and adjusted his pricey suit.

When he moved away from me, I exhaled with relief.

He turned around and walked away, leaving me standing in the middle of the room.

Over the wall, I lay my exhausted body. So, what's next for me?

I'm now married to a cold-blooded jerk who just wants to kill me.

I fell down the wall, my hand covering my lips as I sobbed uncontrollably. I can't believe anything like this happened to me.

Why am I being pointed out? Since childhood, I've never had a regular existence, and now this, first that nasty person I called my uncle and aunt, and now this, my so-called spouse.

Is God forgetting to put happiness in the Bible, and I am so unloved for you, God?

I sat there for who knows how long.

I was shocked when the doorbell rang.

My legs feel like they're about to give up on my body, so I struggle to stand up.

I made it to the door, and when I opened it, Celine was waiting there with a kind grin. My clothing bags with her were the second item I noticed.

"Here are your suitcases," she says, and I accept it with a smile.

I placed my luggage in the corner of the room after receiving them from her and got out my things to wear.

My hair was put into a sloppy bun and I wore pyjama leggings with a plain blouse.

Finally, I leave the room after changing.

I noticed numerous maids cleaning, some of them were working.

When they all spotted me, they all welcomed me, and I gave them an odd smile.

I was quite uncomfortable.

I followed Kitchin throughout the home.

A maid says, "Do you need anything, ma'am?"

"Can you tell me where the kitchen is?" I said as I looked around. I asked, anxiously tapping my foot.

I eventually found Kitchin after carefully following instructions.

When I saw Kitchin's wide-eyed expression, I came to a halt. I've never seen anything more gorgeous and elegant than this one, complete with modern equipment that I've only ever seen in magazines.

I looked around but saw no one; I walked to the drawers and began looking for food.

Finally, a large double-door refrigerator was found. I'm not sure why, but seeing it dimpled my cheeks, and I dashed towards it.

It feels incredible when I touch it. These sorts of items were only seen in movies and publications, as well as famous residences on television shows. I never imagined seeing one in front of my eyes one day.

I gently opened it, fearful that anything would shatter because I was in this kitchen.

Everything is so branded and pricey.

Finally, I opened the refrigerator and was taken aback by what I saw: fresh pastries, freshly baked cakes, ripe avocados, delicious bread, and a plethora of other delicacies that I had only ever dreamed of seeing.

Finally, I took out a container of chocolate ice cream and a Coca-Cola bottle.

I sat in Indian style on the kitchen floor, eating ice cream with a drink.

Mr. Asshole Campbell, I wish you the beautiful home you have! You cold-hearted jerk, you could have that much wonderful heart as well.

You dumb stupid fool, I despise you.

How could he impose such ridiculous regulation on me? Will he dare to put me to bed on the floor? Is it necessary for me to give him a valuable life lesson?

But how am I going to do it? Then it strikes to me that I should show that guy that I am not lower to him. If he wants to inflict retribution on me, I will not remain silent or put up with it.

I've known how to put up with a lot since I was a kid. Enough is enough at this point.

Now I'm going to fight back. I am not a weak person.