Marrying the 'Crippled' Billionaire

You're a spy

Georgia's Pov

After the awkward conversion Micheal and I had last night, we both ended up sleeping in separate rooms without saying anything else to each other.

I was grateful that we didn't run into each other at any point last night, not because I was upset with him or anything, but because I was afraid that he and I would end up crossing a line we both knew we shouldn't cross.

Thankfully, we both stayed away from each other, but unfortunately for us, we had to head back to the Romero mansion today, courtesy of Elena Romero's demands.

She had suddenly called earlier this morning, and to my utmost shock, I ended up getting yelled at. She has accused me of not being sensible, because apparently it was my duty to stop Micheal from making foolish decisions, and one of the foolish decisions I needed to stop him from making in the future was making sure he wouldn't sleep outside the family house.

I was honestly still confused as to why it was such a big deal that Micheal and I decided not to spend our first night as a married couple in the family house. But according to Elena, she didn't trust me enough to leave me alone with Micheal, especially not in his vulnerable state.

She had even gone as far as speculating that I could end up hurting him, threatening that if anything happened to Micheal, I would be held responsible.

I let out a frustrated sigh, staring at my bare face in the mirror while wondering what in the world I had gotten myself into.

While I was lost in my thoughts, a knock on my bedroom door would snap me out of it, causing me to instantly become aware.

"Come in," I responded, knowing very well that it had to be Micheal.

Almost immediately, the door came open, and just like I expected, Micheal walked into the room. "Good morning, Georgia," he said with a neutral look on his face.

"Good morning," I responded nervously, still struggling to get used to the fact that he could actually walk.

"Did you sleep well? Was the space to your liking?" he asked.

I nodded. "I have no complaints," I answered.

"Good," he muttered. "Did you, by chance, get a call from my mother earlier?" he asked.

"Yes, she did call me earlier this morning, and I must say, getting yelled at wasn't a very pleasant way to start my day," I responded, not bothering to hide the fact that his mother had irritated me.

"Let me guess, she blamed you for the fact that we spent the night outside the family house, didn't she?" he asked, visibly irritated.

"And she threatened that if anything happened to you, I'd be blamed. I understand that she's worried because she thinks you can't take care of yourself, but is she always this protective, or should I say, overbearing?" I questioned.

Micheal let out a dry, unamused laugh as soon as I asked my question, like I had said something very ridiculous.

"Overbearing, that she is, but protective, certainly not! Elena doesn't care what happens to me, so don't be fooled. She only wants us back in the family house because it would be easier to keep an eye on me and dictate my life if I'm living under the same roof as her," he clarified.

I wanted to be shocked by how repulsed he sounded while talking about her, but honestly, I wasn't. I had only known her for a month, but even I couldn't stand the crazy woman, much less Micheal, who has had to live with her and call her his mother.

"So what? You're stuck in that house? Can't you just leave whenever you want to?" I asked.

Micheal sighed. "Before marrying you, leaving the house at any point wasn't an option, but I believe that with you around, it should get better," he answered, and I scoffed.

"Did you miss the part where I mentioned that she yelled at me earlier? What makes you think she's going to let you leave the house just because you're now married to me?" I asked.

He smiled. "This is the part where our agreement comes in, Georgia," he said, and I was utterly confused. "I'm sorry that she yelled at you, but the reason she went as far as yelling and threatening you is probably because she's afraid that she may miss her chance to get you on her side, so she yelled at you just to scare you a bit."

I furrowed my brows in confusion, struggling to make sense of anything that he just said.

"I'm not sure I understand what that's even supposed to mean, Micheal," I pointed out, wanting an even clearer explanation.

Micheal stared back at me with an expression that basically spelled the question, 'Are you slow?', but I ignored it regardless. "Georgia, why do you think my family suddenly looked for a woman they deemed a perfect fit for me, despite the fact that they are of the assumption that I'm physically impaired?" he asked.

I shrugged. "I don't know; you tell me," I respond.

"Elena thinks you're dumb, Georgia. Basically, she's of the notion that you're naive and easy to manipulate, so she chose you among the submitted candidates because she wants someone who would fear her enough to do whatever she asked," he explained. "Don't be surprised if she ends up calling you aside when we get back home and demanding that you tell her everything that transpired between us. To her, that's what you're here for."

An unamused chuckle escaped my lips on hearing Micheal's explanation, not only because it turns out that I'm supposed to be spying on my husband and reporting to my mother-in-law, but also because Micheal just indirectly let me know that my father had submitted my name to be on the list of possible candidates to be Micheal's wife.

It was both amusing and infuriating at the same time, reminding me that my own father had looked down on me so much that he applied for the candidacy to be Micheal's wife, even though I was engaged at the time.

"So what now? How does her wanting me to spy for her help our agreement?" I asked, needing clarification.

"Earn her trust, Georgia. Get her to believe you're really obedient to her, and give her the impression that you fear her a lot. Once you do that, she'll let her guard down, and we'll use her trust in you to our advantage. One being freedom to leave the house together," he explained.

"Oh, that makes sense!" I exclaimed, finally understanding where he was getting at. "But how would I get her to trust me if I don't give her something she would like to hear? She doesn't seem like someone who would be interested in things like what you ate or what time you went to bed," I pointed out.

Micheal folded his arms across his chest, and with an amused look on his face, he responded. "How about you break the news of my functioning legs to her a little bit?"

"What do you mean? Are you telling me to tell her you can walk?" I asked, believing that I must be mistaken.

"That's exactly what I'm saying, Georgia. Go ahead and tell my mother that I can walk. That way, you would certainly earn her trust," he responded, and I became even more confused about what he could possibly have in mind.