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 l

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

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.

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 

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