Billionaire's Bride

Mrs Norman

“The nerve of that man,” Janette muttered to herself as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was still damp, and the towel wrapped around her slim frame left little to the imagination.

“What would have happened if he kissed me?” she pondered, shivering at the thought. “Thank God I came to my senses before anything worse could happen.” She sighed, trying to shake off the remnants of the unsettling encounter.

Her inner voice chided her, “What were you thinking walking into the closet like that?” She felt a flush of embarrassment as she recalled how Asher had seen her. Despite being her husband, he was still a stranger, and this entire situation felt surreal.

“I thought he was asleep, and you know my habits,” she replied inwardly. “But I’ll make sure to remember this from now on.” Her mother had always said that after marriage, both partners needed to adjust their habits to build a happy life together.

She missed her mother terribly. It had been five weeks since they last spoke. She used to wake up to a cup of her favorite hot chocolate and her mother’s gentle grooming. The memory brought tears to her eyes, but the sound of running water snapped her back to reality.

Hastily, she slipped into the closet, donning her undergarments and a white sundress. With her hair cascading down her back, she rushed out of the room, only to be halted by a breathtaking scene.

The house resembled something out of a sci-fi movie: robots cleaning the floors and furniture floating effortlessly in mid-air. The spectacle left her speechless. Her mother had taught her to clean the house, but witnessing this advanced technology made her wonder whether her skills were obsolete.

“Why are you so emotional?” her inner voice scolded. “The Jane I knew wasn’t this sentimental.” Part of her agreed—she used to have a loving family and a caring father who was also her best friend. She realized now that her mother’s guidance was for her own good.

Tears welled up as she thought of her biological mother and her family. She longed for the comfort of her old life, especially now that she couldn’t contact her friends or family.

Just then, she sensed someone behind her. Before she could wipe her tears, a black handkerchief appeared in front of her. It was Asher’s. Reluctantly, she took it and dabbed her eyes.

When she looked up, she saw Asher watching her with an unreadable expression. He looked stunning in his black suit and tie, his Rolex watch gleaming under the light. For a moment, she couldn’t help but admire his appearance.

“May I know the reason for those tears?” he asked, his voice carrying a note of concern.

“It’s none of your business, Mr. Norman,” she snapped, trying to walk away. But he grabbed her hand firmly, his ocean-blue eyes locking onto hers.

“Mrs. Norman, your business is now my business because you’re my goddamn wife.” His words were heavy, and for a moment, they struck a chord with her. No one had ever spoken to her with such intensity.

“You said yesterday that this marriage is just for show,” she reminded him, her voice laced with bitterness.

He raised an eyebrow and smirked. “You must have been a bright student to remember past conversations so well,” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

She stared at him, bewildered. “Well, Mrs. Norman, if you’re talking about last night, I also said that everything in this house, including you, belongs to me.” His voice was low and intense as he pushed her closer, their faces almost touching.

His alluring fragrance and warm breath made her pulse race. She recalled their previous encounter in the closet and wondered if he had forgotten it—or if it was all part of his plan.