OLIVIA

I wandered around the massive house, wondering how the hell, I would ever learn to treat this place like a home. It was certainly beautiful, there was no doubt about that. Huge and beautiful, manicured garden full of brightly colored flowers, and with a gigantic pool shaped like a guitar at its center.

The house was so classy. I wondered if I would ever get lost while walking around, tastefully decorated in palettes of black and gray. A huge marble bifurcated staircase dominated the entrance hallway leading to the bedrooms. I was sure the house was so big when I moved past a room filled with game consoles and a gym, the kitchen was also the biggest kitchen I had ever seen in my life.

But the place was lifeless and quiet. There were staff in the house, Victoria, the housekeeper and chef, and Isaac, the man who operated the gate and was also a driver, not to mention, dozens of armed guards. They all seemed to live in the shadows, and every time I walked by, they avoided my gaze or slipped into another room like I was invisible or rather it was an order from my husband.

It was far different from my apartment, he was wealthy, but this massive house was bigger and expensive in taste and class.

Thinking about New York and my apartment again. I loved the city over there, adored the crowds of people, no matter the time and day, it was always bustling and beautiful, you were never alone in New York City.

My suitcases arrived just on time to keep myself busy. I didn't have much stuff anyway, just my books, clothes ‚toiletries, some personal belongings and my stuffed teddy my mother gave me before she died. I sold my furniture, I had an idea that my aesthetics won't fit in here, and I was right about it.

Without asking anyone and no one telling me where to sleep. I drag my suitcase into one of the spare rooms upstairs with a nice view, the room had enough space and sunlight and was a nice view to see the garden and pool. At least I knew how to swim, so I added it to my invisible checklist in my head.

Putting my things together and setting the room up made the room look more comforting, but it still felt weird. I had always dreamed about the day I got married, or the day I moved into a new house with my husband or boyfriend. In my head it was fun and exciting, but right now, I am being sure I was going to get used to this place, to this new life.

All I felt for this place was sadness and loneliness, there was an emptiness in my heart that I wasn't sure I would ever fill here. This wasn't the life I dreamed of in my head, no excitement, no joy, just sadness and emptiness.

I found myself wandering through the house, keeping myself busy. This house was so big and quiet. It made me feel more lonely, but the thought of being invisible and hiding from my husband felt nice. He didn't seem to care, and I didn't see any reason he would, lost in my thoughts. I bumped into Victoria, and she told me she had prepared dinner. It was served on the dining table, according to what she said, she was about to call me down from my room just now, but my stomach felt full and empty at the same time. I didn't have the appetite to eat, at least not in this house, I still felt uncomfortable and unsettled. So I just thanked her and found my way back to my new acquired bedroom.

Some hours later, coming out of the bathroom after taking my bath, my door burst open, scared and about to protest, Davie stormed into the room.

'What the fuck do you think you're doing in here?' he shouted.

I looked up at him, confused, wondering if this room belonged to someone else. Oh, shit! Shocked I say "I'm sorry", I didn't know this room belonged to someone else, there was no one to direct me, I didn't know I stammered, trying to find the right words because his mood and face scared me.

'Does this look like the fucking master bedroom to you?' he snarled.

'What?'

'You are my fucking wife, and you'll sleep in the master suite,' he hissed as he walked towards me.

Frightened, I walked backwards, trying to avoid him. 'Just because I'm your wife, doesn't mean I have to sleep with you!', I'm just your wife in name and nothing else. You can't just walk into my room like that without knocking! I spat. " And if you think you can sleep with me, think again, and please forget it, I'm not ready yet then again I don't even like you.

He laughed out loud, a cruel laugh, mocking one. 'God, you are such a fucking child.'

I glared at him. I was only nine years younger than he was.

Stupid asshole!

Looking at me, you think you have to like someone to have sex with them? Listen, I don't care what you did and how you lived your life before marrying me amore, that doesn't work for me. And as for sex, I wouldn't and don't intend to force myself on you. There are plenty of women willing to share my bed, and I intend to take them all to satisfy my desires.

He stepped closer to me, until his body was only inches away from mine, feeling the anger radiating from his body. He towered over me, but you're my fucking wife, and you shall, and you will share my bed. I couldn't think straight, maybe due to his cologne and his pretty eyes, I just swallowed the air in my throat.

Fortunately for you, I won't be in it tonight, but when I get back tomorrow, you and your fucking things are moving to the fucking master bedroom where you belong. I will not have my staff or anyone whispering that I and my wife are sleeping separately. Do you understand me? He snarled, grabbing my chin.

I felt my head go blank and my legs trembling, both with fear and something else I couldn't quite figure out.

Okay, I whispered.

He glared at me, his dark brown eyes narrowed, and I felt like I might freeze under the intensity of his gaze. I took a deep breath in through my nose and immediately regretted the decision because he smelled incredible. What the hell was that cologne he was wearing?

I felt my breath hitch in my throat and made a faint, but very audible, choking noise. That seemed to satisfy him as his lips curled into a cruel, wicked smile. Then he turned on his heel and walked out of the door, leaving me a trembling mess in his wake.

As soon as he was out of the room, I collapsed back onto the bed and gasp for air.

I blinked back the tears, regretting my decision to get married and as I thought about my old life in New York. My wonderful apartment and neighbors. My best friend, kelvin and hairstylist, Cynthia, who always knew how to tame my crazy mop of curly hair.

I missed them so much.

What the hell was this?