Mr. Billionaire’s Regret: Marrying the Unwanted Bride

"Please come to a stop," I took a deep breath and flung my hands up in the air, watching at the fifth cab speeding away down this road.

It's already 9:45 a.m., and I have to be in his presence by 10:00 a.m., or he'll ruin my life.

Emberly, you're not going to have a taxi here, so I'd best get going before I'm even more late.

So, I've chosen to run now; hiring a taxi from here would be pointless because I've already travelled half of the distance to his workplace by running behind cabs.

I instantly took out my phone to verify my current location; yeah, I'm only 15 minutes away from where I'm currently standing.

*******

I clutched my handbag closely as I gazed at a gorgeous and elegant tower, wondering if this was another Burj-Khalifa.

God, you are stunning and deserving of all praise.

I enter the house to find guests.

The company's interior was breathtakingly lovely.

Everything appears to be really lovely. the epitome of opulence

I took a step towards the receptionist.

She smiled pleasantly as she glanced at me.

"Hello," she continued, "how may I have been of assistance to you?"

Before I can finish, I have to say, "Um, I am....,"

"So you come, good," a girl's voice said from behind me.

I furrowed my brows and turned around to see a lovely woman in her mid-twenties with brown hair and dressed professionally in a work suit.

I tilt my head backwards, looking at her as she approaches.

"Come, let me take you to Mr.Campbell's office,"

"Come on," she murmured pleasantly, "let me take you to Mr. Campbell's office."

I gave her a friendly nod. As a way, he assigns her to find me.

We got into the elevator, and as I was putting my foot on the elevator's flooring and biting my lip, I felt a sudden heaviness in my chest; I had no idea what he has planned for me, but I am certain he will make my life a living hell here.

That girl shifted her gaze slightly towards me.

"By the way, my name is Nancy, and I'm Mr. Campbell's personal secretary," she continued, beaming at me, and I smiled back.

"Hello Nancy, my name is Emberly Campb.... " I suddenly pause, realising what I'm about to say; I can't tell her I'm Adrian's wife; I'm sure Adrian won't like it, and I don't want to be related to him anyway.

"Emberly Swan," I said, clearing my throat.

I had an empty sick feeling of my stomach as she nodded and the elevator stopped.

I stepped out of the elevator shakily, feeling my mouth dry, so I gulped and Nancy opened the glass door to his office, where I paused with a tiny gasp.

It's well beyond my words, so lovely, yet I noticed the enormous comfortable chair next his table is empty.

I felt all of the heaviness leave my body, and I expelled the breath I'd been holding for who knows how long.

I followed him into his office, my breath caught in my throat; everything in his office is so neatly arranged and well organised that it made me feel out of place; I was wearing one of the best clothes I owned; they are not mine; they are Deliah's used ones, but I can't afford to waste my money on new clothes, so I don't mind wearing her used ones; I was dressed simply in a light pink business formal suit with white sneakers, and I smiled as I looked down at my sneakers, which my brother Asher had given me on my birthday. This is the only item I own that was purchased new; the rest of my possessions are second-hand. I examined the certificates that hung on his office wall.

I'm secretly praising him; he may be a jerk to me, but I can't deny that he is a role model for people like me who want to pursue a career in business.

But, when I smelled his costly scent behind me, my smile faded.

I turn around but stop in the middle, but there's no point in hiding from him; sooner or later, I'll have to face him. When I finally turned around, my throat felt dry and my hands trembled badly.

His cold eyes came to a halt in front of me, and I swallowed, my legs twitching.

Nancy nodded and walked away as he turned to face her.

"Now listen, you won't tell anyone here that you're my wife, because I don't want anyone to know, and Nancy will tell you your work," he stated as he walked over to his enormous oak table and sat in a large comfy chair, sipping his coffee and perusing a stack of papers.

I nodded, glancing down, and then closed my eyes, suddenly terrified by this man; he is frightening me.

"Get out now," he bellowed, and I rushed out of his office, my whole body trembling, but I managed to hold back my tears.

I hurriedly approached the nearest washroom, ignoring the pity stares I was getting from others, and once inside, I swiftly locked the door and slid down, my throat feeling so dry and hurting so badly.

My hand was pressed over my mouth, sniffing any tears.

Did you forget to write happiness in my portion, dear God, why me all the time?

I can't do it any longer; I'm exhausted with it all.

I lingered there for a while, then went and headed to Nancy's cabin.

"Oh, nice you came, I was going to come for you," she says as she hands me three folders with a piece of paper on top of them.

"These are your responsibilities; you must complete them now,"

I brought that piece of paper home to read.

1.) You must bring Mr. Adrian Campbell's coffee and complete whatever tasks he may assign to you.

2.) You will alphabetize all of his company's papers and records.

I nodded at her while twitching my fingers and gazing around.

**************

"In my office, now," he said over the intercom, and I sprung from my desk and dashed over to his office.

My heart was hammering so loudly in my chest, and my chest felt so heavy.

I shakily dialled his office door's code, and it instantly opened.

"Yes sir," I stammered as I scratched my skin.

While reading something on his laptop screen, he looked up and remarked, "I want my black coffee, now in three minutes, no sugar."

"Right away, sir," I hurriedly responded as I exited his office.

But, my my goodness, where is the kitchen?

I dash over to Nasya's cabin.

I leaned on a door, my hand outstretched to stabilise myself.

She isn't present.

So, what am I going to do now?

He had already stated that he wanted his coffee in three minutes, and a lot of time had passed.

Please, God, help me.

How will I find the kitchen now that I've run out of her cabin?

I was strolling aimlessly when my arm was struck by something, causing me to swallow hard, but before I could collapse, someone grabbed my hand.

I take a deep breath and steady myself.

Finally, I looked up and saw a man about Adrian's age with sea-blue eyes staring at me.

I can feel the pink blush on his cheeks as he smiled. I had never seen a man blush before.

He scratched his neck and murmured, "Hey, hi."

"Thank you very much," I said, putting my hand on my chest and breathing loudly while looking at him.

"Why were you in such a hurry?" he inquired, tipping his head back.

"I was looking for a kitchen," I explained.

He cocked his head. "Oh, it's just to the left of here," he remarked, and I felt all the weight leave my chest, making me feel so light.

I grabbed his hand with both hands as swiftly as could. I smiled and hurried away, saying "thank you."

I pushed my lips together as I felt a burning feeling in my palm when the hot coffee spilled on my palm while I was taking it into his mug in the kitchen.

I went inside with trepidation and slid his coffee mug across the table.

I said quietly, "Your coffee, sir."

He's still reading papers, like if I didn't exist.

I desperately want to leave his office, but he hasn't dismissed me yet, so I nibble my cheek inside and glance around the hue of his office walls.

After a while, he took the coffee mug and drank a drink before throwing the entire coffee mug on the floor, leaving me wide-eyed.

When I heard the sound of his coffee mug shattering into bits, I flinched.

"What the heck is this, this coffee is too hot," I swallowed as he narrowed his eyes at me, "do you want to get punished now?" he asked.

My brows furrowed together as I shook my head.

I dashed over to his side, where the coffee mug had shattered, and quickly brought a tray to put these shards of glass on.

I began gathering broken glass pieces, but I bit my lower lip and swallowed hard when a piece of glass fell into my palm, but I remained silent.

Finally, I grabbed it and bolted from his office.

On the first day of work, I messed up everything.