Accidentally Married To Mr. Billionaire

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The next morning...

Declan woke up with a heavy head. He winced and pinched his forehead.

"Hmm... My head is splitting," he mumbled.

As he tried to get up, he felt heaviness in his arm. He opened his eyes with a squint and found a woman clinging to him with her arm around his waist. He instinctively pushed her away.

Yasmin rolled down from the bed and fell to the floor.

Thump...

"Ouch... Mommy..." Yasmin sat up slowly, rubbing her aching brow.

Declan sat up abruptly and looked at the woman, his eyebrows furrowing. He slowly remembered that he had married the day before, and the woman was his newly wedded wife.

"Ugh..." He pressed his forehead with his hand and looked aside. "Shit..." he cursed under his breath when he looked back at her, only to see her scowling at him.

"Are you okay?" he asked, drawing his hand down.

Yasmin was so mad that she wanted to slam the night lamp on his head. Her face turned red in anger and her fists clenched.

'He pushed me down first. Now he is asking whether I am okay or not.'

She got to her feet and leaned on the bed.

Declan leaned backward unwittingly, his eyes widening.

She reached out for her glasses next to the pillow and put them on.

"You have a very unique way of waking me up," she hissed.

"I..." He scratched his head. "Sometimes I kick while sleeping, you know. You have to put up with it."

"Yeah. I get it. But you have to keep in mind that I am also sleeping here. Please don't kick me down the next time." She stormed into the bathroom.

"Ugh..." Declan slammed his fist against his brow, mortified. At the same time, he became enraged. It was the first time a woman scolded him, and he listened to her quietly. He wondered how he could allow her to talk to him like that.

What happened to his self-esteem? Where had his authoritarian aura vanished?

The more he thought, the more enraged he became. His hands curled into fists, and his nostrils flared. He had the impression that he was growing larger and larger and that the room was closing in on him. If he didn't get out of here, he would explode and smash everything around him. He clambered down from the bed and went out of the room in haste.

He came down to the hallway and sat on the sofa.

"Harry, my coffee," he said as he took the tabloid from the coffee table.

'Declan Wilson became a laughingstock at his wedding.' It was the first thing he saw on the front page of the tabloid.

He sat upright, his eyes widening. He became more enraged with each word he read.

'Declan Wilson's bride ran away from the wedding venue. Some guests said she eloped with her beau, while others speculated that she fled due to rumors that Declan's homosexuality...'

"What the..." He crushed the tabloid into a ball and sprang to his feet.

Harry, the butler, came over to him with a cup of coffee. "Your coffee." He put the cup on the table.

"Throw it away," Declan snapped before heading back to his room.

Harry turned around and looked at his receding form, his jaw falling apart.