I paced around the master suite room, Sarah already gone, trying to save Asher in my clothing, and here I am, dressed in a yellow ruffled sundress similar to Sarah's, so that her father's men outside who were guarding her didn't realise she was leaving.

She informed me that she would contact me when she and Asher were in a secure spot so that I could leave the hotel after that. I looked at my phone screen as I clasped my hands to my breast.

But, first, I can't because everyone believes she's in this room getting ready for her wedding, but it's actually me who's there.

I jolted as the door to her room swung opened, and I drew a deep, uneven breath before immediately turning aside so that my face was hidden and my back was towards the person who had just entered.

"Sarah, you haven't prepared yourself yet," I heard a female voice.

I didn't respond because I was experiencing a bile burn at the back of my throat.

When I heard their footsteps approaching, I tightly closed my eyes, knowing that they would see me immediately. Sarah also didn't message or phone me to let me know that she and my brother were okay.

What am I going to do now, God?

I felt a touch on my shoulder, a strong thudding in my chest from a faster heart rate, and I spun around.

"What the heck, who are you, and where is my daughter?" she hissed, her brows furrowed.

"Who are you?" a man dressed in a Marron tuxedo in his mid-fifties snarled at me.

My phone suddenly buzzed, signalling that a message had come.

Sarah's message appeared on the screen of my phone.

"Emberly, Asher and I are now at a secure location; we are now on our way to the airport; we will be far away from this location; I will phone you later."

Sarah

There's a photo of Asher and her beneath her message; they're both in a car, perhaps on their way to the airport.

I closed my eyes and pressed my hands to my tummy, thanking God that our plan had worked and that my brother and I were now safe and sound.

That middle-aged man hissed, his jaw clinched angrily at me, "Answer me damm it."

"I...I don't know anything; I'm just here to bring these meal orders to Sarah as she requested," I said, twitching my fingers and swallowing.

The phone of that man, Sarah's father, suddenly rang, startling me.

When he took up the phone, his cheeks flushed as he heard words from another line.

But his face darkened and his eyes became crimson with wrath.

"Your worthless daughter runs away with her useless boyfriend," he remarked angrily to Sarah's mother.

Her face became pale as well, and she opened her lips to say something but nothing came out, so she closed her eyes and leaned against the wall.

"What we'll do now," Sarah's father said quietly as he massaged his temples.

I moved back gently, trying not to draw attention to myself, but before I could figure out what was going on, it was too late.

Someone snatched my arm and smashed me against the wall with such force.

Due to back discomfort, I winced and carefully peered at a figure; it was Sarah's father, who was staring at me, his mouth clenched.

"Get ready, you're going to marry Adrian in this outfit," he said as he tossed the white bridal gown over my face.

I looked at him, and I could feel my slower breathing and heartbeat, as well as my entire body, when I heard his words.

I peeked at him, hearing his words my seems like someone I felt my slowed breathing and heartbeat, even I can feel my body getting drained with energy, heaviness in my limbs

"W.....what," I manage to stammer, wide-eyed at him.

How can I marry Adrian if this isn't possible?

Mr. Winston, Sarah's father, smacked the flower base so hard on the floor that I flinched, then grabbed my hair and dragged my head towards him.

"Don't say anything in front of anybody," he snarled, baring his fangs. "If you love your little crap life, Adrian will sign the deal paperwork, you will marry him, and make sure your face is covered till this wedding is finished," he continued, his eyes darkening and his muscles stiff.

Finally, he lets go of me, and I collapse on the floor, my body spent and devoid of vitality.

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

My throat burned and dried as I swallowed while looking at that man in I'm standing in front of Mr. Winston's church, my face hidden behind a long veil as I walk with Mr. Winston; for the rest of the world, Sarah Winston is getting married soon, but now it's me.

I observed Mr. Adrian Campbell. He was adored by the fairer sex for his black hair. It was a casual jumble sometimes, but mostly neat and flowing. His crescent-of-moon eyebrows were thin and narrow. He carried an imperious nose well, and his angular cheekbones were carved down towards a flinty jaw. He had a manly, Samson-like physique...

His brown eyes were orbing around and darting constantly, a-gleaming with delight and the vigor of youth. They were soft brown eyes and swam with joy. They shone brightly as two sapphires dipped in milky pools. The swirl of his loamy cologne had them swooning in the aisles.

Oh God, Adrian Campbell, the CEO of Campbell Empire, I can't believe that I am seeing him in real. Actually, he is my role model. I want to become like him. He didn't take over his father's company, but he worked so hard and established his empire, and the result is now Campbell Empire is the most successful and renowned multinational company in the whole world. They are mainly a construction empire, as they build and distribute tenders for waterparks, malls, and airports.

Adrian Campbell, I will soon be married to him.

I felt someone squeezing my arm hard. I snapped my head and found Mr. Winston glaring at me.

"Remember, if you open your little mouth, then I will destroy your trash brother's life," he said with barred teeth, while his eyes had a sinister look.

Drawing in slow, steady breaths, I nodded weakly.

I don't want to marry him. Technically, I am betraying him.

But what can I do? I am so helpless this time. I don't have any other option but to marry him.

I stood beside him. He didn't look at me. His face was cold and emotionless, like he was not interested in this marriage.

We faced the priest. The priest started hymns of marriage.

I think I should run away from this alter before this marriage happens, because if this marriage happens, then everything will be messed up so badly.

I felt something on my hand. When I saw the most beautiful diamond ring I had ever seen in my life, I looked down and bit my lip, and then I heard a deep husky voice.

"I do," my eyes widened and I silently cursed myself; this cannot be happening; he has already accepted me as his wife, not by my name but by Sarah's.

The priest looked at me.

Do you take Adrian Campbell, to behold your husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you apart, according to God's holy law, in the presence of God you make this vow?"

I wanted to scream, "No." But then I looked at Mr. Winston.

I could tell it was a bad idea just by looking at him, so I quickly closed my eyes and clenched my fists.

Let me do this for the sake of my brother.

"I do." I swallowed like a low whisper and looked at the wedding ring in my hand. I bit my lips while making him wear it. I could feel my hands trembling so badly.

"You may now kiss the bride," the priest said, and my eyes widened; a kiss, how can he kiss me?

My whole body burned with a strange sensation when I felt him coming near me. Suddenly, Sarah's mom, Mrs. Winston, comes

I looked around to find something to stop this all, but I gasped a little when

I felt his hands around my waist, making me shudder.

Then I felt his soft lips brush lightly with mine. I felt so good when his lips touched mine. I closed my eyes as my knees were trembling. I quickly gripped his shoulders to support my body, but soon I came back to my senses. My eyes widened slightly when he pulled me apart from him.

Everyone began to come up to us and congratulate us.

Then Mr. Winston and Mrs. Winston arrived, and he looked uneasily at Mr.Adrian Campbell.

He inquired, "Can we sign those documents now?"

"Sure." Adrian nodded and walked away with Mr. Winston.

I looked around at the guys in tuxedos and women in costly dresses trailing after them.

I'm so tired of being alone in the alter that I want to go back to my apartment.

Then I noticed the escape door and decided, "Yes, I'll do it."

I'm not going to let anybody take advantage of me; I know Adrian will find out the truth soon, and I can't even picture what will happen to me after that.

Secretly, without getting noticed, I made my way out from the church,

Finally, when I reach outside, I took a long breath, of relief and quickly took out that veil and runs away from this place.

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

I curled into a foetal position as my legs felt restless and my stomach churned, increasing my thirst with what had happened to me today, I got married and then ran away, I don't remember anything, I'm laying in my room, in my apartment, staring out the window and seeing plants swinging as the air touched them.

What will happen now? Adrian Campbell is a very powerful man, and if he finds out what I did to him, he can ruin me.

I sat up fast on the bed and drew my knees up to my chest, closing my eyes firmly, vowing to leave New York as soon as possible; sure, this is the only way to rescue myself.

I keep my clothing in a duffel bag and have already changed into blue jeans with a plain black shirt and sneakers as soon as I may leave this metropolis.

Finally, after packing everything, I took my bag and headed out the door, but my eyes fell on that wedding gown, and for some reason, my heart ached as I looked at it, as if I was doing something wrong, so I hurried towards the exit door, but before I could open it, the door to my apartment opened abruptly, and my blood clotted in my veins as I saw who was standing there in front of me, and I stumbled with a small gasp.

"M.....Mr. Campbell," I stuttered as I stared at him; just looking at him makes my entire body feel chilly.

His hands were squeezed into fists, and his handsome jaw was clinched as well.

As he moved closer to me, I took a cautious step backward, trembling.

I hardly have time to comprehend what's going on before I have to take another step back.

He quickly grabbed my elbow and tugged me towards him, causing me to gasp and sending shiver down my spine, his fingers wrapping around my waist with possessiveness.

"Why did you take her place at a wedding?" he questioned calmly, but I can sense a Strom in his voice.

"Please, Mr. Campbell, I have no idea how this is going to turn out." I choked as I stared into his eyes, and I winced as he tightened his grasp on my waist.

He frowned and asked, "Do you even know what just occurred, what you did?"

Seeing him like this made me feel dizzy, with goosebumps all over my skin and a dry throat; I'm not sure why, but I felt like I was about to pass out.

Tears welled in my eyes as I gazed down."You made a terrible mistake, and you dare to fool with me by keeping me in the dark," he held my jaw and made me gaze into his frigid eyes. He said something that made me feel insignificant, and his tone made me feel that way.

"I'm sorry,"I stuttered and averted my gaze, but he loosened his grip on my hair, not so tight as to injure me, but just firm enough to keep my head in front of him, our faces only inches apart.

"You and that bastard Winston believe you're going to make me a fool, and that bastard brother of yours, with whom my bride ran away, but don't worry, my men will find them soon, and then you'll see, I'm going to make his life like hell with pain," he growled.

I shook my head and closed my eyes firmly, exhausted.

"Please don't destroy Sarah's life because she is pregnant with my brother's baby, they are in love, she wants to be with my brother because they are in love," I sobbed out.

My chest clenched with my increased breathing as he quickly leaves me, causing me to collapse over the floor.

Silently, I began to cry.

No, I can't allow this happen to my brother, he replied, he'll destroy Ashton's life.

"You will pay for what your crap brother and Winstons did, I will destroy Winstons and your brother, but you will also be the one who will be ruined with them, you will see what devil of a husband you have," he sneered and stormed out of my flat, leaving me in excruciating agony and tears.

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

Mr.Branton, my husband's chauffeur, was driving, and I brought my legs up to my chest while staring out the car window.

I'm heading to Campbell Mansion; I have no idea what fate has in store for me, but it won't be pleasant.

Mr.Adrian Campbell, my so-called husband, threatened me the day before yesterday, and the next morning, Mr.Branton, Campbell's chauffeur, showed up at my door, telling me that it was Mr.Adrian Campbell's order to take my belongings into his mansion because he wanted to live there.

I'm not sure what he had in mind for me, but based on his actions, he doesn't seem to care about me.

I'll be seeing my husband at his mansion.

I simply hope things improve soon, because I've had a horrible life since childhood, was raised in hell, and now I'm afraid to face another hell.

Mr. Branton interrupted my thoughts by saying, "Mrs.Campbell, we've arrived."

"Please call me, Emberly, I will like it," I said, and he nodded smiling; he is a really gentle man in his mid-fifties.

Finally, I looked up and came across a gorgeous, beautiful home that resembles a glass castle. It is something I've always envisioned in fairytales.

It is something I've always envisioned in fairytales

I can't believe what I'm seeing; I've only ever seen such a lavish home on Pinterest and in architectural magazines

I can't believe what I'm seeing; I've only ever seen such a lavish home on Pinterest and in architectural magazines.

I never imagined that I would one day live in this home, despite its beauty, since the owner of the mansion despises me and refuses to see my face because his soon-to-be wife went away with my brother, and he wants vengeance because he is now my husband.

I'm perfectly aware that I'm imprisoned in hell with a Devil, that my throat is burning, and that I have no choice but to live with him in this home.

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.