Chapter 2 I believer in fairytales. I believed in true love like the one my parents had, and hoped to find that for myself someday. I knew my parents would have wanted that for me, and not for me to be trapped into a loveless and forced marriage done for my grandfatherâs sake.
With every minute of silence I spent in that car, I could sense my own dreams of the future breaking and being left behind.
The silent torture of an hour (that seemed like an eternity) ended when the limousine stood in front of a house so huge, it was a mansion.
Housemaids and butlers stood at its entrance as if waiting for us, and Gabriel was out of the door the second the car stopped.
Two housemaids helped me out of the car because of the size of the dress I was wearing, and I politely smiled at them.
âWelcome home. Mrs. Whitlock. They both giggled like shy schoolgirls.
âThank you 1 mumbled and when I looked ahead, Gabriel had already disappeared inside the house.â
I sighed sadly, trying to hide my disappointment as I held my head high and walked in by myself behind him, taking in the extravagance of the Polish floors and chandeliers and perfectly kept flowers in vases.
Some people had a home. Gabriel Whitlock had taken a page out of a Vogue magazine and simply brought it to reality.
It was so beautiful. I hated it.
I could see Gabriel walk up the stairs, and shaking my head. I simply followed him while one of the housemaids carried my trail for me.
At the end of the stairs, when I took the right behind him, he turned with his hands crossed in front of him, looking at me with irritation. âWhere do you think youâre going?â
âIâm following you to our room.â
âOur room?â He looked like he wanted to laugh, âYou think weâre going to share rooms?â
I blinked. âWeâre not?â
âMy room is at the end of this hallway. Yours is at the end of that He pointed in the opposite direction.
The remaining shreds of any hope of a more cordial relationship between us died. âGood,â I pretended to be relieved, âI was dreading sharing a room.â
1 *Like I said to your grandfather, you would have no complaints. The smile he drew to his lips was forced and sarcastic. âLuna is going to be with you at all times. She will escort you to your chamber.â
Escort Chamber?
What was he, royalty?
Nonetheless, I just nodded.
âOh, and...â He added, âI was hoping I could come to your room. He paused, checked his watch, and then looked up.
Thirty minutes. To talk âTo talk.
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Chapter 2 Again, I nodded.
As Gabriel turned around and left, I let Luna guide me to my room. He wasnât joking when he said my room is at the end of the hallway. I had to cross five other doors to reach mine.
Tll be right outside if you need anything,â Luna said, âJust call for the.â
My eyebrows knit. âSo youâll just be standing outside?â
Yes, âDoing what?â
âWaiting, Mrs. Whitlock.â
âWaiting for...what?â
âFor you to call me.â
I wondered if she was joking but her face didnât move a muscle. But...why?â
âSo that you donât feel the need to go out of your way to do anything yourself.â
âLike get water for myself from the kitchen? I joked.
âExactly. She agreed.
I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but then shut it again immediately. âThanks.â I just entered my room, leaving her outside in a guarding stance.
Everything in this house was weird.
This room was bigger than the apartment I struggled to pay rent of every month, but at least it was pretty. Like a show- piece.
It took me ten minutes to get out of my wedding gown, and then I got in the tub to soak myself in hot water. I stayed there for an awfully long time, scrubbing out the expensive make-up from my face till the freckles they had spent so much time covering were visible again.
I had promised myself I wouldnât think about how sad I was once I was already married, since what was already done couldnât be undone, but I couldnât help it. I knew a lot of girls wouldnât consider marrying a man as rich as handsome as Gabriel as torture, but I did.
My mother was from a rich family in Seoul and my father was there on scholarship. She knew he didnât have a lot of money. but she loved him and left her family for him any way. They were the epitome of love for me growing up, and I was sure theyâd be just in love today if a car crash hadnât stolen them from me years ago, 1 got my dark eyes, dark hair and Asian features from her.
I liked money just as much as the next person, but I didnât use it as a driving force in life.
As soon as that thought crossed my head, I felt like a hypocrite. had married for money after all.
When the steam in the bathroom felt suffocating, I got out wrapping one towel around my body, and another around my hair.
My soul left my body when I opened the bathroom door, and found my new husband sitting on the edge of my bed.
His eyes darkened when he looked up at me, but he remained unfazed at my half-naked state.
2/4 Chapter 2 âYouâre late.â He commented, âItâs been forty-two minutes.â
I did not even remember he was going to come. It took me a moment to let go of my shock and glare at him. âDid nobody teach you how to knock before entering a womanâs room?â
Technically, youâre in my house. The room is mine.â
I rolled my eyes, holding the towel tight around me. Would you have even entered the bathroom if it was unlocked?â
Gabriel got up from the bed, unbuttoning the jacket of another crisp suit he had changed into. Conveniently ignoring what I asked, he placed a black card on the bed.
âWhat is that?â I asked Itâs an Amex. No limit I kept staring at him.
He looked irritated. Itâs for you?
âI can take care of myself.â
I had married for money, yes, but so that his grandparents can cover the bill of my grandpaâs cancer treatment. I didnât want anything from him, especially not the shiny black card with his name on it âCan you buy a Chanel bag to gift my mother for the lunch weâre supposed to have next week?â
âSheâs your mother. You can buy it.â
âItâs my money. Technically, I am buying it.â He grumbled. âYouâre just the one choosing it I ignored what he said the same way he had ignored ine earlier. If thatâs all. I would really like to change into something more appropriate than a towelâ
âYou have a walk-in wardrobe, and you chose to get dressed in the room? He raised an eyebrow, looking at the outfit placed on my bed. âOld habits die hard, I guess. Or in your case, poor habits.â
âExcuse meââ My voice was loud as 1 took a step towards him. âI have been nothing but kind to you since the moment I met you I was forced into this arrangement just as much as you were and if you cant-
âWere you though? He cut me off.
âWhat âWere you forced into it, Sofia?
He was being a jerk. âYou better believe I wasnât dying to marry a man I didnât know, let alone an arrogant prick like youâ
âYou really want to pretend youâre sad about marrying into money? He snickered. A house bigger than you could ever dream Housemaids at one call: Anything you could ever wish for, you can buy with this cardâ
âYou are unbelievable I shook my head, wanting not to cry at the assumptions heâd made about me without taking the ellunt to know the even a hitle âIâm aho a millionaire,â he clarified. âSo use that datnn card when you need somethingâ
âIf thereâs nothing else you want to say, leave I spat out He looked at me with a hatred I had done nothing to deserve before saying. This arrangement will List for six months.â
III Chapter 2 âWhat arrangement?â
âOur marriage.â
There was a silent pause on my end. âOhâ
âAfter six months, I will divorce you and pay you a hefty sum in alumni so you can live comfortably on my money for the rest of your life. Gabrielâs voice was bitter and full of a hatred 1 had done nothing to earn. âYou will use my card till then. You will carry my name with grace. You will live in my house and smile with me in public when necessary. But inside, you may do as you pleaseâ
âAnd why would I do that for you?â I fumed. âI can live without your money, so why would I make public appearances with you or not go embarrass you in front of the world? 1. Owe. You. Nothing.â
âYou donât want to play this game with me, freckles. One corner of his lips raised into a lopsided smile, âYou donât want to know how low I can stoop to get what I want.
1 gasped in disbelief. âAre you serious right now? Are you threatening mel âI am simply stating facts When I threaten you, youâd know.â
âLeave.â I seethed.
He stared at me.
âLEAVEââ I couldnât care less if my voice echoed the hollow walls of his mansion and his staff heard us arguing.
All I wanted was him away from me..
âSix months. He repeated, and left without looking at me again.
Once he was gone. I stared at the bland white walls of my new room and they stared back at me just as blankly. The moment he was gone. I crippled to me knees and let the tears and tiredness I had been holding back wash over me. My house might be just the size of the room allotted to me in this mansion, but it was at least a home.
Unlike the beautiful golden cage I was trapped in for the next six months.
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