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.

It's 9 p.m., and I'm sitting in this mansion's living room, doing nothing while staring at a giant TV in front of me, but nothing interesting is about to happen to keep me occupied.

Then I observed him, Adrian, heading somewhere in a casual grey shirt with blue trousers, his Greek god body visible even through the shirt, making me uneasy from the inside, he had the phone in his hand while talking to someone, making me nervous from the inside.

I moved closer to him, hoping to overhear his conversation and learn more about my brother, because I've never received Sarah's message about their condition, how they're doing, even if they're fine, since that day.

I searched the area till I spotted Celia.

"Celia, where did Adrian just go?" I inquired.

"Mr. Campbell, went to his study room," she said, and I nodded and followed Adrian to the upper floor of the mansion, where he was going to his study room. He went to his study room while I tiptoed behind him, hoping to hear what he was saying in the hope of learning more about my brother.

He comes to a halt near his table and turns around, and I stand there wide-eyed.

I gulped in horror as I saw his eyes darken as if they had Strom in them as he frowned at me.

I swallowed and gazed down with a straight mouth, trying to form a word.

He did nothing, and I could feel his eyes on me the entire time, like if he was about to burn me.

I wrapped my arms about myself and mumbled, "I....just want to know about my brother."

"Don't worry, just pray to God that your brother doesn't show his face to me or appear in front of me, otherwise I'll make his life a living hell," he added flatly, forcing me to look at him.

"So, this is what it means," I gulped.

"I won't do anything to your brother," he continued coldly, "so he better not show his face to me, or I'll forget that he has a pregnant girlfriend," I nodded in horror, knowing what he is capable of and can do to us just by looking at him.

"But you will pay for what your brother did," he fiercely yelled to me as I was about to walk away.

I nodded, my lips twitching and my lungs filling with air.

This appears to be written in my destiny; for most people, sadness is a natural part of life, but mine is filled with misery and will be spent in pain.

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

Finally, I up the magnificent stairwell to His Bedroom, where I will sleep.

I don't have much here except to eat and sleep.

I was ready to walk over to that plush king-size bed when I realised the rules.

Sighing, I looked at the floor, which appeared to be very cold, but I ignored this fact and lay down on the cold floor of his bedroom without a mattress or duvet. I wanted to avenge him for forcing me to sleep on the floor, but it wasn't his fault.

I mean, it's my brother Ashton, who ran away with his Fiancé, and he's been deceived, and if I ever try to do anything against him, he might harm my brother as well, and I won't let that happen till I'm mortal, so I have to pay for my brother's actions.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep; it's normal for me to sleep on a cold, hard floor; I'm used to it, so falling asleep was not a problem.

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

When the sun shone on my face, I slowly opened my eyes and yawned.

I eventually opened my sleepy eyes and the first thing I saw was the most handsome man I have ever seen, my so-called husband, wearing his Rolex watch while getting ready in his Grey Armani tuxedo, appearing so appealing, but I know the truth behind this attractive face, a devil in disguise.

He smirked and looked at me as soon as he saw I was awake.

I'm still sitting on the cold floor.

"Suit, for you," he said as he went through the drawers and removed his tie.

I grimaced in response to his remark.

"What do you mean?" I demanded angrily.

He stood in front of a mirror, wearing his tie, and said coldly, "I mean, a selfish gold digger is receiving the treatment she deserves."

I grimaced at the idea of him thinking for me.

But it's not all his fault; he's been deceived by my brother, and bad things have happened to him as well.

I stood up and walked towards him, looking down.

He was about to leave the room when I grabbed his hand and stopped him.

"I apologise," I said gently. "For what my brother did to you," I said, looking straight into his deep grey eyes. "But he loves her, and she loves him, even though they are expecting a baby together."

I believed I could persuade him, but his eyes darkened and his fists clenched.

While biting my lower lip and staring at him, I grasped the hem of my shirt.

He gets closer to me, causing me to back up, and then he grabs my arm and pulls it hard against my body, forcing me to gaze at him.

"To hell with your shit brother," he snarled at me, "but always remember you will be the one who pays for what he did; do you even know what controversy happened when I signed those documents to Winstons?"

Papers, I recall Sarah's father requesting Adrian's signature on some documents.

"I already ruined that Winston family; they are now bankrupt, and Daniel Winston will soon be behind bars on fraud charges," he stated, causing me to wobble to the ground.

"Now that you know what I did to those who dared to interfere with me, you should know your position."

He walked out of the room, taking a jab at me, and hollered,

My breathing is shallow and quick, and I'm leaning against the wall, closing my eyes and wishing it was all a dream; I can't take it any longer.

"I already ruined that Winston family; they are now bankrupt, and Daniel Winston will soon be behind bars on fraud charges," he stated, causing me to wobble to the ground.

"Now that you know what I did to those who dared to interfere with me, you should know your position." He walked out of the room, taking a jab at me.

My breathing was shallow and quick, and I'm leaning against the wall, closing my eyes and wishing it was all a dream; I can't take it any longer.