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.

"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.

Biting down on my bottom lip, I moaned as I felt my wrist burn with unbearable anguish. I stuffed the final file into a drawer that I'm putting in alphabetical order as per his request for me.

I looked at the clock, it was 10 p.m., I peeked inside his office, which was vacant, and I dashed to the balcony, where I saw him driving his car away from his company's building.

Everyone is leaving; I should leave as well because this is my final assignment of the day.

I dragged my feet towards my desk, swiftly turning off the laptop and retrieving my handbag.

I came down, wrapped my arms around myself, and walked down the road at night, it took me two hours to walk to the mansion because I didn't have enough money to book a cab, and I was very hungry because I brought lunch back from the Starbucks cafe during my lunch break at the office, as I didn't have enough money to afford a cab.

Guards greeted me as I entered the mansion.

I walked straight to the kitchen to get something to eat, checked my phone, and it was 11 p.m. It took me two hours to go home.

I opened the fridge, my stomach growling and my limbs becoming heavy because I hadn't eaten anything since the morning.

I took out the grilled veggies with hummus wraps and placed them on a plate for myself, smiling internally because I had never seen such delicious food in my life; my aunt never gives me decent food to eat; I always have to eat leftovers, and I have to go to bed on an empty stomach most of the time.

I took the tray and prepared to walk towards the dining room, but I abruptly stopped when I realised that I am nothing more than his maid; for all the world, I am his wife, but in reality, I am nothing to him; I believe he will never like me to eat in his luxurious dining room, so I quickly sat on the kitchen floor in Indian style, and just ate a bite, I gasped in pain, and breathing heavily; I looked at my wrist, which was becoming worse now; It's just a piece of glass, and I've already removed it, but I still get the illusion that something is embedded deep under my flesh.

With much effort, I got out a fork and ate with it.

I went inside his room, but it was vacant; he was probably in his study room.

I changed into my pajamas and lay down on the floor; I winced again as my hand touched the floor, but I managed to tolerate it and closed my eyes immediately.

********

I awoke, wiped my eyes, and glanced about; it was already dawn.

I had straightened my body posture and was about to stand, but something caused me to halt.

It's my hand that can accomplish this, which is covered in a medicine bandage, and I've inclined my head backward.

I let out a gasp as I realised it could only be him because he is the only one who has entry to his bedroom.

I looked around but couldn't find him; I looked at the digital clock; it was already midday, and I had a conference with him at 9 p.m.

I frowned as I looked about, unsure of what was going on.

What am I going to do next?

I hurriedly stand but am surprised by a tap at the door, which I answer to find Celine, who is smiling warmly.

"Hey, I came here to inform you that when you're ready, please call me and I'll bring your breakfast here," she remarked.

I questioned her, twitching my fingers and gulping down, "Is Adrain already gone to the office?"

"Oh, yeah, I was about to tell you that he said you may come to his office in the afternoon today," she said

Why did he reduce my working hours?

"Why?" I murmured, almost as if I was asking myself.

"I'm not sure why, but I think it's because of your injured hand," she said, pointing to my wrist, which was wrapped in a medicine bandage.

"Yes, I want to know who did this," I said, raising my brows and showed her my hand with a medicine bandage.

She shrugged and added, "It's obvious, Mr. Campbell did it."

"This is so unexpected," I thought to myself as I looked down at my hand.

He cares about me, even though I'm sure he'll never admit it.

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

After entering the information into the system, I filed another file away in a drawer.

I sat back in my chair, took a deep breath, and examined my hand.

After the morning incident, I am so fatigued that I can't even think well.

Why does he care about me if he doesn't like me?

I opened my eyes and glanced up when I felt someone standing next me.

It's the same man who gave me the directions to the kitchen yesterday.

He gave me a Dimpled smile and said, "Hey."

"Oh, hi," I murmured, nibbling my lower lip.

"By the way, my name is Zane, and I work in the marketing department here. It's lunchtime, would you want to join me for coffee?" he said.

It's already lunchtime, and I'm hungry, so I'd better join him before I starve myself.

I nodded and rose from my seat.

"My name is Emberly," I introduced myself as we exited.

We approach a café, and Zane brings us coffee and pastries.

"Thank you," I murmured, placing a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"Anytime," he said with a smile as he sipped his coffee.

"How come you work here, and as Mr. Campbell's additional personal assistant, it's not simple to work as his assistant," he inquired.

I gazed at him while taping my feet and gazing about, biting my lower lip.

that he has any idea that I am Adrian's wife, and that he married me for vengeance and to punish me for a transgression I never committed.

"Um, I need to work because I want to gain expertise in business management," I said as my fingers fidgeted.

He nodded and mumbled, "Oh."

I sat down at my desk, gazing down at the floor, wondering how long it would be until I was able to live my life normally.

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

I was strolling aimlessly when I was abruptly slammed into someone.

My body trembled as I felt my eyes widen and my chest get heavy, but nothing happened as I felt my waist was being held by a strong set of arms.

With a jolt in my heart and a thumping heart, I held that person so fiercely.

"Relax," When I heard an authoritative voice, I gulped and glanced up. It was simply my husband.

I took a fast step back from him.

I looked around, but not in his eyes, and my cheeks began to flush.

"You should be careful," he warned as he examined my wrist, which had been damaged the day before. I halted and gazed at him, frozen in place.

What happened to him, and why is he acting as if he cares about me?

"I.....I am better," I said as my hands began to shake violently. I hastily snatched my hands away from his grip, feeling an empty pit in my stomach.

"Go home," he said.

"Go home," I replied, my gaze clouded, "but why isn't my job done yet?"

He frowned as he replied, "My folks are coming today to meet you."

"W...what," I said, biting my lower lip.

I was walking down the street, clutching my purse so hard, his parents were coming, and I had no idea what I was going to do, so I came to a halt in the middle of the road, squeezing my wrist.

Why are his parents coming? How will I act in front of them? Technically, I am also betraying their son because my brother ran away with his fiancee and is already making my life a living hell.

They'll despise me.