The Billionaire's Unwanted wife

Christian’s POV I drove quickly to the hospital upon hearing that my grandfather was in the operating room. He had been on bed rest for a while after suffering a heart attack and he had also been battling a brain tumour for two years now. “I hope nothing bad happens,” I whispered to myself as I parked my car at the hospital. I rushed to the reception and went to the VIP operating room. There, I met Dr. Brown. He looked at me sadly, and I hoped he wasn’t about to say what I was thinking. “Mr. Russo, I am sorry to inform you, he did not make it,” he said apologetically. I stared at him, unable to process what he had just said. I rushed to his bed, where I saw that his body had already been covered. A tear fell down my cheek and I quickly wiped it . I sighed and quickly made arrangements for his burial. I was taught by my grandpa to not show emotions. He believed a leader didn't show emotions as it made them appear weak. I lost my parents at a young age, so I was used to people leaving. Maybe that was why I learned not to get too attached to anyone. My grandfather was the only person I had left and now he was gone too. A week after the burial, the lawyer came to my house to read his will. “Good afternoon, Mr. Russo. My condolences for your loss. May I proceed with the reading of Mr. Anthony Russo’s will?” he asked. “Yes, go ahead,” I said, a little expectant of what my grandpa had in store for me. He was a rigid man, and I expect him to give me everything because he would hate to see another person rule the company if it wasn’t his blood. The lawyer listed all the properties, shares and money I had received. He then stopped and spoke nervously. “You will get all this but there is a condition.You have to marry Miss Emily Brooke.” “Who the hell is that?” I said furiously. The name did sound familiar. Wait, what? Brooke like the maid’s name? “Don’t tell me you mean the maid’s daughter. He wants me to marry the maid’s daughter?” “Yes, sir. If you don’t follow this instruction, everything will be given away to an orphanage.” My grandfather was always playing games. Even in his death, he still refused to let me be. “Fine, I will marry her,” I said. I couldn’t let another person get everything my family and I had struggled to build. “Inform her as quickly as possible.” I leaned back and smiled. “This should be easy.” I smirked. Emily’s POV My mother had served the Russos for over twenty years, since I was a child. My dad died due to an illness and things became hard for my mum to bear. I helped her at times and had just come back from watering the flowers when my mum called me to her room. We lived in the Russo mansion and a lawyer was there.The lawyer gave her a paper. “Mrs. Brooke, as you have read, your daughter is to marry Mr. Russo’s grandson for him to obtain his inheritance. He has also given you a house and some money to retire from here immediately.” “Oh my,” my mum said as she looked at me. “We owe him a lot, dear. Don’t do this if you don’t want to.” “This is huge.”I thought to myself that I could gain a lot from this marriage. Riches, a better life for my mother and most importantly, I would be married to the hottest bachelor in town. I had a crush on the young master for so long. “Mum, it’s not such a bad idea. We would be repaying him and we can both fall in love when we get married. You know I’ve always liked the young master, Mum.” My mum stared at me. “This is huge.” I smiled nervously but a part of me couldn’t stop thinking about Christian. Wedding Day “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” my mum said. “Don’t worry, I want to.” I walked up the aisle and I had not spoken to him at all since the lawyer announced the will condition. He looked as mesmerising as ever. This was a dream come true, I thought. He looked at me but his face was still and he didn’t express any emotion. We exchanged our vows and then came the moment when we placed the rings on each other’s fingers. My hands trembled slightly as I slipped the ring onto Christian’s finger while he calmly did the same to me. I looked at the ring on my finger and smiled. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. The officiant smiled at us before turning toward the guests. “By the authority vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride,” he said. My heart skipped a beat as Christian turned to me. He kissed me for a brief second. My cheeks were red and we ended our small wedding with only my mother and a few friends of his friends and business associates present. We went home immediately. I was nervous throughout the car ride because this was our wedding night and I was now Mrs. Russo. As soon as we got home, I was so excited to lose my virginity to the man I had always admired from afar. I got to our shared bedroom and got out of my gown into a lingerie that I knew would spice things up. I was so nervous but knew we had to consummate our marriage. That was the ideal thing ,I felt he was nervous too since he had not talked as much as I had. He came into the room when I was midway through tying my hair up, and he approached me. I was suddenly nervous. He grabbed my waist and I closed my eyes. He then leaned into my ear and whispered, “What the f**k are you doing, slut? Don’t tell me you think I actually agreed to marry you.” I gasped in shock, my eyes filling with tears. He then called a maid to pack my things from his room. I couldn’t believe it and I quickly covered myself with a robe, feeling ashamed. But I didn’t blame him. We needed time and I knew we would eventually warm up to each other. I found it difficult to sleep but eventually fell asleep in my new personal room. Then I heard some noise coming from the next room. I rushed over and saw a naked woman on my newly wedded husband. “What are you looking at?” he said. I was hurt but didn’t show it. “I will make him love me, for sure, he will love me.”I assured myself