Hannah Smith is a doting wife to her Billionaire business tycoon husband Xander Miller. To everyone’s eyes, she is a gold digger, a person who got lucky to get in bed and get pregnant by the cold-hearted Billionaire.

Little did everyone know Hannah's existence in Xander's world saved him from the scandal caused by his first love 3 years ago but instead of giving Hannah--his wife the love, and respect she deserves, he treated her like a servant.

And the moment, his first love returned to the country he threw divorce papers to his devoted wife.

Hannah accepted the inevitable end of their loveless marriage wholeheartedly but when she was threatened with losing her child she was forced to fight back.

Fueled with rage and memory of the abuse she experienced from her ex-husband and in-laws. Hannah vowed to seek vengeance and bring chaos to the most influential family in Texas.

- Bridget Miller

A LAVISH mansion in Texas was in chaos as the young lady of the house, Hannah Miller was about to give birth to her first child.

The servants are in a hurry to usher her to the car, but she hesitates as her husband hasn’t returned from work yet. The contractions are getting stronger as if the child was in a hurry to burst out of her.

Mrs. Cooperfield, the oldest maid in the Miller mansion, called her young master to give him the good news.

Her call was answered within two rings.

“Sir, your wife’s water broke. We’re going to the hospital now,” Mrs. Cooperfield frantically mumbles over the phone while the heavily pregnant Hannah is being escorted to the car by other servants.

Xander scoffed, “I'm at a very important meeting. She has money on her account to pay for the expenses.” He yelled over the phone, almost deafening Mrs. Copperfield.

She’s about to reason with him about the importance of being present during the birth of his child but before she could say a word the line was cut off.

Mrs. Copperfield then followed Hannah in the car.

Guiltily she stared at the pregnant woman who was experiencing excruciating pain.

Hannah's forehead was full of cold sweat and her lips were pale. It's been known that she has anemia and the doctors did their best to cure her before giving birth to no luck. “What did Xander say?” She asks nicely in a weak voice, her eyes are closed and her palms are sweating.

Mrs. Copperfield could only lower her head and swallow slowly. She needs to lie for the young master again, something that all of the maids in the mansion do.

She clears her throat trying her best to sound believable. “The young master was elated to know that the baby was on the way. He said he was caught in the middle of an important meeting but will surely drive to the hospital once he is done.” She mumbles gleefully. The tone of her voice did not match the sorrowful look on her face.

It's not a secret that Xander never loved Hannah and their marriage was an accident but despite that Hannah played the part and played it so well that Xander bed her every chance he could. Thus, a child was conceived.

Hannah smiled. “Did you hear that, your father is excited to see you.” She mumbled while caressing her belly. “I hope he won’t be this busy next time.” She added as she slowly opened her eyes.

Mrs. Copperfield could only look away as the expression on her face might reveal the truth.

Soon Hannah was driven to the hospital.

~

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

"Push!" The doctor yells to the exhausted woman lying on the operating table. Soon a sound of innocent cry can be heard in the room.

“What a cute baby girl?” the nurse says as she puts the baby near her mother to see her face for the first time. The exhausted woman felt all her fatigue and stress washed away as she saw her daughter.

“She’s breathtaking.” She mumbles while staring at her newborn.

Soon exhaustion consumed her, and when she woke up she was in the ward with her baby near her. She slowly stood up from the bed and marched to her sleeping child.

As a first-time mother Hannah is so gentle when holding her baby. “Look how small she is.” She says while her eyes redden in happiness.

“She is, she is perfect, Mrs. Miller. She got your nose and your cheeks." Mrs. Copperfield says as she stares at the child. Mrs. Copperfield is a 50-year-old maid from the Miller family. She took care of Hannah during her pregnancy up until the day that she gave birth.

"What would you name her?" Mrs. Copperfield asks.

"Bridget." She mumbles gently as she stares at her daughter.

Her eyes are still fixed on her child when she asks, “When will Xander visit us?”

Mrs. Copperfield did not respond but she could see the sadness in her eyes.

“He must be busy, it's the company’s annual review.” She says trying to coax herself that her husband might be doing something important. At the back of her mind; “what's more important than seeing the birth of his own daughter?” She asks herself sorrowfully.

~

Hannah has been in the hospital for almost a week now due to complications and not even once did any of the Millers visit her. Only Mrs. Copperfield was there to help her and tried her best to put good words for her employers.

“They are busy decorating the baby’s room.” She says.

Hannah smiles every time but she knows how it is. She knew how it always is.

Lani Miller, her mother-in-law. Will never in a million years accept her for his son and the daughter she gave birth to will never be accepted as well. For Lani, she’s just a gold digger that hit a jackpot. A good-for-nothing money-sucking woman.

Katarina Miller, her sister-in-law. Xander’s only sibling, the spoiled brat. Not even once said anything nice to her. During her pregnancy, she even called her a pig and an elephant after gaining a few pounds of weight.

Lastly, her husband. Xander Miller is a great businessman but a stone-cold husband despite that she still wishes he'd be a good father.

“Xander is a workaholic. He is just busy at work,” she keeps on repeating as if it’s her mantra.

AFTER two years...

A toddler was running around the room while Hannah was following her. “Bridget, stop running. I need to comb your hair!” She yells. The child only laughed at her mother and continued running. She then almost bumps her head into the tall figure of a man who suddenly shows up in front of her. She gazes upward, she’s frightened.

His towering height and the way he stares at her terrifies her and she starts crying. Hannah immediately carried her daughter and coaxed her.

“Baby, don’t cry, it's just your father.” She says.

Xander sneered. He hates the sound his daughter makes. The running. The laughter and now the crying.

“Make her stop.” He yells. His voice scared the child even more and she cried louder.

“Yelling, will not help. You’re scaring her even more.” She responded with her voice filled with sorrow. She glanced at him with contempt.

“Why are you even here? This is our room, we’re even far from your room and your study so we won’t disturb you.” She commented.

“Yeah, this is your room but this is my house. I can go wherever I want.” He yelled at her.

Bridget is still crying. Mrs. Copperfield can hear it and she discreetly enters the room to take the child away.

Hannah glanced at Mrs. Copperfield with a thankful gaze. Once they are out of the room.

She finally snapped at him.

“What do you want?” The moment she said those words she met Xander’s palm.

Bam!

She almost lost consciousness. She fell on the floor. Her head is spinning. This was the first time he hit her and it frightened her so much that she started to crawl away from him. Thinking he might hit her again.

Xander’s eyes widened; he didn’t mean to hurt her. He is on edge, pressured, and stressed from work. He held her shoulders and helped her stand up. He sat her in the chair. He could see her cheek reddened.

He then heard her weak trembling voice say, “I did everything you asked of me. I know you’re tired and stressed but I’m exhausted too.” She explains while holding her throbbing cheek.

He didn’t respond. He is a man of few words and the word sorry is not one of the words he usually says nor the to accept that he is in the wrong.

He only strokes her head as if coaxing a child to fall asleep. After several hours when both of their emotions subside. Xander finally broke the news to her.

"Let's get divorce." He mumbles in a cold tone.

Her face paled, hands trembled. She stared at him thinking how he said those words as if three years meant nothing.

His eyes devoid of emotions, "You have till the end of the month to read through the documents and make demands." He added as he handed her the papers.

She pleads to him to think it through and think of their daughter's future.

But her words were ignored. She saw how certain he was with his decision.

Shortly, he left her with the documents.

The night became sleepless. She was pacing back and forth in their room thinking what to do next. “What will happen once I sign the divorce papers?” She asks herself while staring at her sleeping daughter.

- Drunk

THE coldness of the night added dread to the sleepless Hannah.

She glances at her bedside table where the documents are neatly arranged inside a brown envelope waiting for her signature.

It's haunting and taunting at the same time. She thought they were doing great. He works hard and does everything that pleases him. He could stay out all night and go home drunk and she would still welcome him with open arms. Even when he called her Denise the name of his ex while thrusting her he didn't hear her complain.

Hannah on the other hand, is a full-time housewife, even with a lot of servants in the mansion she's the one who personally tends to Xander and his family. She cooks and serves them. She's not even allowed to eat in the dining area with them.

The only time she does is when there are visitors as the Millers don't want any rumors circulating that they are abusing her.

She might not be the one who washed his clothes but she made sure his clothes were arranged properly in his walk-in closet according to his liking. He specifically demanded that all his clothes be arranged according to color from light to dark. All of his socks should be folded in a specific way and his coffee should be made in a specific measurement of coffee, cream, sugar, and temperature one mistake and he'll demand a new brew. With all the servants in the mansion, only Hannah can satisfy his delicate needs.

That's the reason why all the servants likes her and whenever their young master forgets any special day like Hannah's birthday and their anniversary. They make sure to buy flowers and boxes of chocolates for her and address it to Xander as it sender.

For Hannah, it was clear as day what she is for him but she thinks he will come around if she shows him love and care. Hoping that one day she could warm his cold heart.

From the first day she set foot on the Miller mansion she never slept in his room.

He made it clear from the very beginning that their marriage was only on paper but once the news of their unplanned wedding dies down they'll get a divorce immediately, but things change when he develops an urge towards her. Their separate rooms are useless when he is drunk and high in libido.

He will bang on her door and will not stop till she opens it and as his wife, it's her marital duty to satisfy his desires while taking care of his well-being. Soon those nightly trips he does in her room got her pregnant.

Not even once does he convey happiness in knowing he'll have a child. He didn't accompany her to any of her monthly checkups. Despite his lack of concern he never asks her to abort the baby and never mentions the word divorce again.

Not until tonight.

She frowns, "What change? Did I do something wrong?" She asks herself as she slowly opens the door and discreetly walks outside. Planning to knock on his door and wish he was in the mood to speak.

She walks in the long corridor on the other end of the mansion. She knocked three times and he did not answer. Feeling defeated she started to walk back to her room when she suddenly felt her phone buzz.

She checked who it was and to her surprise it was him, she answered the call immediately, "Xander, where are you?" She asks politely.

The music coming from the other line was so loud that she needed to move the phone away from her ear.

"Hello?" She added in confusion. She was about to disconnect the call thinking he accidentally dialed her number but before she could do that she heard a voice, "Hey, wait Hannah!" The voice on the other line yelled.

"Toby? Is that you?" She asks.

"Yes! Can you pick up Xander? He is too drunk to drive home." Toby explained.

"Sure." She replied immediately.

"Thanks. We are at a bar called The HideOut." He exclaimed.

Shortly, the call ended and Hannah hurriedly changed her clothes. She woke up one of the maids to accompany Bridget and then drove to the bar.

When she got in there she was ushered by a waiter to the VIP room where there was a private strip club filled with rich men and beautiful women. On one of the booths, she saw her husband Xander together with two gorgeous women beside him.

She ignored the ladies near him, she knew that Xander was not the type to cheat, especially with these types of women. She marched to him directly, "Can you walk?" She asks softly.

Xander sneered, "Why are you here?" He yelled then glanced at Toby who was sitting on the opposite side of him, "Did you call her?"

Toby nods. "I'm too tired to drive you home." He remarks while chugging his beer.

"Now I know why the ambiance is off. Your stalking wife is here, Xander," Ashton says mockingly as he sits on the other vacant seat in the booth.

Toby and Ashton are Xander's closest friends. If Toby is friendly, nice, and soft-spoken. Ashton is the opposite he's hot-tempered, bad-mouthed, impulsive, and most of all he doesn't like Hannah. He sees her as a cunning, gold digger that took something that doesn't belong to her.

It is known to Hannah that Ashton and Denise, Xander's ex-girlfriend were pretty close. She knew too well that even after the scandal Denise got herself into, Xander's wedding to her and having their daughter. Ashton still thinks that Denise should be Mrs. Miller.

Hannah ignored Ashton's remarks and continued to talk Xander into coming home with her, "If you can't walk I can guide you to the car." She says coaxingly while lightly tugging his arm.

Xander grunted and closed his eyes.

Ashton took it as a sign of disrespect. "Hey!" He yelled at her. "Don't you ever ignore me!" He added as he took a glass of water and poured it on Hannah's head.

She was dumbfounded as the cold water drenched her. Xander didn't even bat an eye to what Ashton did and the girls beside him started laughing at her. In their minds, Hannah is one of those low-end prostitutes who want to get in a rich person's pants.

Hannah stared at Xander pitifully as if begging him to defend her or at least act like he cared but he did not he glanced away from her as if she was not his wife or the mother of his child.

She heaved deeply and was about to burst into rage, but before she could Toby stood up for her.

"Ashton! What the fuck? Why did you do that?" He exclaimed while handing Hannah his handkerchief. He soon stared at the laughing women in the booth. "Leave... Now!" He yelled his voice so loud that it frightened them and they hurriedly left.

"Hey!" Ashton growled in dismay at what Toby did. "Why did you shoo my girls away." He exclaimed.

Toby smirked, "Why do you need to be so rude to Hannah? She's our friend's wife. Treat her with respect." He stated.

Ashton scoffed, "I'll respect her if she is someone worth respecting. Have you forgotten what she did? and what kind of person she is?" He clamored while glaring at Hannah.

She glances at Toby with a thankful gaze. Then to Ashton, she's about to defend herself against his claims when suddenly Xander stands up and speaks, "Next time when Toby asks you to pick me up don't go." He says to her. "You're not needed here or anywhere." He added as he stared at her like dirt.

She frowns instantly. She could hear Ashton's taunting sneer, she felt embarrassed and out of place. She lowered her head and walked away with tears in her eyes.

"I shouldn’t have come here." She yelled internally as she wiped her tears with the hanky Toby lent to her.

As she walked to her car she saw a figure puffing a cigarette in the parking lot but brushed it off and continued walking. Soon she heard the man calling her.

"Hannah?"

She stared at the man's location, narrowed her gaze then her eyes beamed, "Zane?" she cried out.

Zane walks to her and starts having a conversation. She was happy to see him, she felt safe seeing a familiar face. Zane is one of her oldest friends and he is also her best friend's boyfriend.

"Are you here with Clarise?" She asks.

He shook his head, "I'm with Leon. He is in the restroom puking his guts out." He remarks.

She giggled, "It seems like he hasn't changed." She uttered.

Unknown to them someone witnessed their closeness and the way she laughed at his words.

He nods and continued smoking. "You on the other hand changed a lot. Clarise, Leon, and I. We missed you." He mumbles.

~I miss you all too...~ That's what she wants to say but her words came to an abrupt end, "I miss you a..."

"Hannah!" Xander screamed while staring at her in displeasure.

She turned around only to see the burning gaze of her husband, "Xander," she mumbled softly. She was about to introduce him to Zane but before she could he carried her like a sack of potatoes and hurriedly walked to his car and threw her at the passenger seat.

Zane was dumbfounded and couldn't fathom what happened he was about to follow them and save Hannah but Leon arrived looking like a corpse when he glanced back at the car it was gone.

"Did I miss something?" Leon asks weakly as he holds his stomach.

- Jealousy

"YOU miss him!?" Xander yells as he drives fast.

Hannah's hand trembled and could only cling to her seat firmly as Xander drove 100 km/h on a 50 km/h road. He is clearly upset about the scene he saw and the words he heard.

He sneered, "You must be celebrating when I told you I'm filing for divorce. I didn't know you were already dating someone. Did you really even go there for me? Have you forgotten you are still my wife?" He added as his hold on the steering wheel tightened.

She shook her head, her heart was pounding. She knows when Xander is angry he doesn't listen to reason, but it will anger him more if she can't provide an answer. He might not love her, but he values his name and dignity. His main concern is if someone saw her with another man while still married to him, "He... is Zane... A friend from high school. I'm just telling him I miss them too. Him, his girlfriend Clarise, and another friend of ours. It's a coincidence that I saw him there. After I moved to the Miller mansion I grew apart from them," she said stammeringly, her voice raspy and her eyes teary.

He sighed, the way she spoke sounded believable to him, "Don't you ever do that again. At least wait for divorce." He replied, his eyes devoid of emotion.

Soon he drove slower.

The car ride turned silent, but Hannah could feel his burning gaze as if he wanted to poke a hole in her.

She could smell the alcohol as he breathed, she wanted to tell him to park the car, and she'd drive. It was much safer for them.

But she could vividly remember how he slapped her, and it still frightened her that she didn't want to make unnecessary movements that would anger him.

Soon they reach the Miller mansion and she heaves a sigh of relief.

After he parked the car, she waited for him to leave, but it seemed like he had no plans to go out.

She clears her throat, slowly unlocks her side of the door, and gets out.

Soon he followed her. None of them spoke, but she could feel his dark aura surrounding her.

She brushed it off and walked to the east side of the mansion before she could take her first step. He held her wrist and dragged her to the west side where his room was.

"Xander," she cried out as she tried to free herself.

He scoffed, "What? Are you refusing me now? You think too highly of yourself, Hannah." He clamored.

Her eyes reddened in exasperation. He has no right to treat her that way. She's his wife, the mother of his child, and most of all, she's the person who saved him from the scandal 3 years ago.

"Why are you treating me like that? Am I not a good wife to you? I always keep my mouth shut, even if your family humiliates me. You, as my husband, should defend my name and honor. You know the truth, Xander." She exclaimed.

He grunted, "What are you even blabbering about? Should I thank you for throwing yourself at me?" He cried out his voice so loud that it started to wake people in the mansion.

She wants to retort his accusation as that's not what happened.

"What's the meaning of this?" Lani screamed while looking at Hannah in disdain. "It's in the middle of the night and I hear shouting."

Hannah glanced away and took advantage of the situation to escape Xander's grasp.

Xander stared at his mother, "Why don't you go back to your room? This is between me and Hannah." He said as he gestured for her to go away.

Lani sneered, "Are you drunk?" She mumbles, moves to Xander, then glares at Hannah. "Did you get my son drunk so you could charm him to have another child with you!" Her accusations are so absurd that Hannah can't help but chuckle.

Lani's face contorted in rage, "Are you laughing at me?" she exclaimed, then suddenly pulled Hannah's hair, but Hannah did not fight back and only raised her hands in defense.

"You gold-digging."

"Money-sucking.

"Vile woman."

At every harsh word, Lani yells, a piece of Hannah's dignity leaves her body.

"Enough!" Xander screamed dominantly. "Go back to your room, mother!"

His words were so authoritative that Lani felt her heart skip a bit. She glowered at Hannah one last time and then marched back to her room.

Hannah's eyes were red in shame, in anger, in frustration. Her dry black hair made her look deranged. She took care of Xander so much that she let herself go.

When she saw Lani walk away, she thought of leaving as well.

"Did I permit you to leave?" Xander questions in a deep husky voice. She stopped dead in her tracks and stared at his dark brown eyes that matched his clean-cut hair.

"What do you need from me?" She inquired in a low voice. Like a scared bunny in front of a dangerous predator.

He breathes out, "Fulfill your marital duty." He declares, then holds her arm and walks her to his room.

Inside the room.

He stripped her down, pushed her belly flat on the bed, and penetrated her from behind. No kisses. No foreplay. Straight down to business. As if she's a prostitute.

After he relieved his desires, he would throw her out of the room like a dirty peasant, but tonight is different. He let her stay and hugged her till they fell asleep.

THE NEXT DAY.

Hannah was awakened by a ringing phone. She checked hers but it was not it. She searched for the source of the sound and found it was coming from his pants which were now on the floor.

Still naked she gently got out of bed and slowly fished his phone from his pants. She looked at the caller ID and it was an unsaved number. Not thinking anything about it she's about to answer the call.

But Xander suddenly woke up. "What are you doing?" He asks in a cold tone.

"Unsave number calling. I don't want to wake you up so--"

"You decided you'll answer the phone? What if it's something important, what will you do then?" He intervenes.

"I'll pretend to be your assistant and take the message." She explains.

He scoffed, stood up, and took the phone away from her. Sight still blurry, "Wear some clothes would you and make some coffee." He demanded. His face clearly shows displeasure.

She was still picking up her clothes when his phone rang again. She saw that it was the same number. She witnessed how he answered the call and the expression on his face changed from annoyed to calm. She even saw him smile.

Her eyes dilated in disbelief, "Who is he talking to?" She asks herself, as she tries to listen to their conversation.

When he saw her staring at him, he moved away from her and went to the balcony while gesturing to her to leave the room, shooing her like a dog.

Her heart sank as she walked away. She could feel that a storm was coming her way.