The Marcelo Men

Chapter One

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Augustria's P.O.V
It has been at least 3 weeks since I married the devil himself and my life went straight down the shitter ever since. Our honey moon was seperate, with him taking a 3 week holiday around the world and I was to stay at home locked away. Today was the day Damone was supposed to return but I got a phone call 20 minutes ago that he would not be returning, and that his guard would be around to let me out again today. This was a daily plan for my life, my so called husband would never care or take an interest in me, not that I cared. I was to be let out of my room between certain hours, I wasn't to leave the house without a body guard and I wasn't to break any of the 1062 rules he had set out. I was to complete chores and had an unlimited amount of spending money which I only used very little of. I checked my phone and I only had another 2 minutes before Stanley would be here to unlock my door. I did a double take of myself, and realised I was glad that the fat slob was never around to see me in the mornings. A sudden click of a door and old Mr Stanley Tims was standing their smiling. I walked up to him and gave him a friendly hug as he wrapped his arms around me.

"Morning Mrs Marcelo, how are we today?" Stanley released his weary hands and placed them firmly on my shoulders as my hands returned to my sides.

"Three weeks Stan and you still call me by that horrid last name" i chewed at my lip as my eyes fell to the floor. I hated this family more then I hated the end to The Mortal Instruments series. I swore under my breath for relating things back to books, a habit I was unsure as to whether I was proud or annoyed at.

"Ms Rye no longer exist my girl. I hate seeing you like this but it could be worse" Stan shrugged and I laughed as I reminisced the days when I was let out twice a day, the first one was from 8am to 11:30am, and the second time was 4:30pm to 9pm, and all during those time I wasn't allowed to leave the house. After some convincing and Stan's help, I was now able to leave the room between the hours of 5am and 12am, as well as leave the house between 8am and 8pm. I was working towards not being looked up like a slice during the night and being able to leave the house whenever I wanted. I wasn't allowed to leave the area at all and so that was a goal I would ever so slowly get too. Stan ushered me through the door as I walked through towards outside. I looked behind me to see Stan walk in the opposite direction with his hands behind his back. Stan hated seeing me like this so he convince Damone to let him be my guard. Stan only ever locked me up during the hours of 5am and 12am, and he never bothered with making sure I was in the house before 8pm and didn't leave until 8am, as Damone was lazy and never bothered to care. It was just put into place to make him seem like he was keeping his 19 year old wife in line. I wondered outside and took in the magnificent view. The only benefit of being married to a 50+ year old billionaire is that you got whatever you wanted and the view from the mansion you lived in was guaranteed to be beautiful. The view I had was of the beach and at 5am in the morning it was absolutely astonishing. The early break of a rising son with a sky full of blues, yellows, oranges and reds. The torquing ocean was stunning with white waves crashing onto the golden sand. I stood out in the deck as Te early morning breeze awoke goosebumps on my skin. The air smelt salty and fresh and I loved waking up to this beautiful view every morning. I began to chew my nails as nerve began to take over. I had a plan and my plan was to escape this horrid place as divorce was apparently not an option.