Marrying the 'Crippled' Billionaire

A glorified servant

Georgia's Pov

Micheal and I finally returned to the Romero Mansion, and just like the first time I was here, this place still gave me the creeps.

Not only did the aesthetic make me feel like I was walking straight into some dark castle, but I also couldn't shake off the feeling of imprisonment and fear that I felt whenever I was here.

Shaking off my discomfort to some extent, I looked down at Micheal who was now back to sitting in his wheelchair.

"Are you okay? Do you feel nervous?" I asked, not exactly sure why I needed to ask him if he was okay when he was clearly used to this.

"I'm just fine, Gia, so don't worry about me. Just focus on doing a good job when you're dealing with Elena. She won't go easy on you," he whispered in response.

I nodded in understanding before proceeding to push him in. Unsurprisingly, Jerome, the scary-looking butler, walked out of the main house to greet us at the entrance before turning to look at me with a disapproving look on his face.

"Welcome back home, Mr. Romero," Jerome greeted, not bothering to welcome me in the slightest.

"You make it sound like I traveled somewhere far away, Jerome. Don't be so dramatic," Micheal responded with an unimpressed look on his face.

"My apologies, sir. It's just that you made us all very anxious staying the night out without prior notice, especially with someone we're not certain we can trust yet," he responded, and if I wasn't supposed to be calm, I would have snapped at him in the worst way possible.

"Address her correctly, Jerome. She's my wife," Micheal snapped back at him, and I was grateful he did because it would have been totally insulting if he had just ignored the comment.

"Again, I apologize, sir. Now, if you would permit me, I'd like to take over from your wife and take you to your bedroom myself. The Lady of the House has requested your wife's presence in her office, and we wouldn't want to keep her waiting any longer," Jerome said.

I wasn't surprised that Elena wanted to see me as soon as I arrived because it was just like Michael had predicted. He already told me to get ready to be grilled by her, and not only would I get yelled at again, there was also a high chance I would get threatened.

"I'll see you later," Micheal said to me before signaling for Jerome to take over from me.

I let go of his chair and took a step back while Jerome proceeded to push him in.

"Where am I meeting her, Jerome?" I asked, causing Jerome to halt in his tracks.

"As I mentioned earlier, you're to meet her in her office. A servant will escort you," he replied, and he simply continued to wheel Micheal away.

When they were a little far away, I let out a nervous sigh before entering the house fully and making my way to Elena's office. Like Jerome had said, a servant was waiting around to escort me, and I followed behind her without saying a word.

"We're here, Mrs. Romero," the servant informed me, and almost immediately, she took a step back and walked away.

After she did, I knocked on the door softly, and without even bothering to confirm that I was the one, Elena invited me in.

I took in another deep breath before walking into the office, and just like I pictured, Elena was seated behind her table, looking like what I would describe as a modern-day witch.

Long jet black hair, dark makeup that included a dark red lip, dark-themed eyeshadow, and way too much blush. To top it off, she had very bright green eyes that made her look like the prettier version of Ursula.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Romero," I said with a bow.

"Let's save the pleasantries, Georgia. What I want you to do right now is explain to me what gave you the audacity to spend the night out with my son without informing me first. Who do you think you are?" she responded, and although her tone was calm, I could tell that it wouldn't last very long.

Trying not to roll my eyes, I responded. "I don't mean to be rude or offensive, Mrs. Romero, but I was never told that Micheal and I could not spend the night out of the house. I also don't think I'm to blame for his decision to have us spend our first night as a married couple away from here."

I knew my response was probably going to piss her off, but like Micheal had suggested, I wasn't to accept responsibility too quickly. First, I act adamant, and if she keeps going, I pretend like she's scaring the hell out of me and apologize.

The look on her face said all I needed to know: she was livid—extremely livid.

"You're not responsible? Is that what you really think?" she asked, letting out a dry laugh. "The fact that you're married to him makes you responsible for a lot of things that happen with him and to him. Even if he had suggested that you two spend the night somewhere else, don't you think it would have been responsible on your part to inform us, his parents? What if something happened to him? Would you have taken responsibility?"

"Again, Mrs. Romero, I can understand why you're upset, but like I said, I wasn't aware that Michael couldn't spend the night outside this house. In fact, I expected that you and the rest of the family would be aware that we weren't going to be home, especially since it's supposed to be our wedding night," I retorted.

She scoffed. "Doesn't having a wedding night require an able man and woman? My son is incapable of being with a woman, and you know this! Stop trying to excuse your ignorance, and just apologize; you stupid good for nothing!" she hissed, hitting both her hands on the table and causing my body to unconsciously jerk back.

"Do you even know why you were lucky enough to be chosen to be a part of this family?" she asked. "It's because you seemed like a reasonable person, but to my disappointment, you're not as reasonable as I expected you to be, and that doesn't sit well with me, Georgia. I would hate for you to be useless, because you'll be leaving me no choice but to get rid of you if you continue to disappoint me."

I let out a sigh, trying to control my nerves as best as I could before responding. "And what exactly was I supposed to do, Mrs. Romero? What am I expected to be reasonable about?" I questioned.

Staring directly into my eyes, Elena smirked before getting up from her seat and walking towards where I stood.

"You may have my family's surname, Georgia, but until you prove yourself worthy in this family, you're nothing more than a glorified servant. And if you want to prove yourself worthy, you need to do as I say," she said, her tone cold and somewhat nerve-wracking. "I'm the one who controls everything in this house and in this family, and if you don't do as I asked, I will ruin you to the point where you won't be able to remain in this country without killing yourself."

Since I expected her threats, I already made up my mind that I would not be scared of her, even if I'm pretending to be, but for some reason, I couldn't shake off the dread I felt when she mentioned that she could ruin me.

It was just so clear that she wasn't joking, and the idea of messing with someone like her just didn't feel right.

"What do I need to do to prove myself, Mrs. Romero? Why did you pick me to be Micheal's wife?" I asked her calmly.

She smiled wickedly. "Because you're weak, Georgia, and a weak woman like you is exactly what my son needs. Now, if you want me to treat you like you're a part of this family, make sure you win my son's heart and let me know everything that he's up to," she declared.

"What this means is that I want to know what he thinks, what he does, and how he does it. I want to know everything about him, with no details exempt. As his mother, I have every right to know, and you, his wife, will be in charge of keeping me up to date with interesting and worthy information. Is that clear?" she added, finally letting out why she really wanted me here.

"So, all I have to do is tell you anything I know, and that would make me worthy of your last name?" I asked.

"Of course, you'll be accepted and treated like a member of this family, but only when you prove to us that your loyalty is with us and that you're worthy of our last name," she replied, folding her arms across her chest.

"If that's the case, mother-in-law, then I might have something interesting to tell you," I said, turning to face her fully, with my eyes fixated on hers.

She tilted her head in curiosity, and with a pleased look on her face, she replied. "Go ahead and surprise me, dear."

I let out a sigh again, preparing to take the first step in gaining her trust, just like Micheal had suggested.

"Last night, when we were at his place, I saw Micheal standing on his two feet. I'm not sure what the situation was about since he sat back down as soon as he saw me, but I suspect that maybe, just maybe, Micheal's legs are not as permanently damaged as you all think they are," I informed her, and the curious look on her face immediately turned to a horrified one.