Billionaire's passionate love

Chapter 6

Olivia’s POV

“I do.”

Finally, Ethan and I are officially wedded couple. We are just officially wedded with no love. Off course I had love for him somewhere deep in my heart but seeing eyes of Ethan I couldn’t say the same about him.

“You may now kiss the bride,” priest announced and I look at Ethan anticipating that love filled soft kiss.

Ethan roughly pulled me toward himself, roughly placing his lips against mine biting them hard before pulling back again. I didn’t felt anything in that kiss. Nothing. It was just like some stranger had kissed me, not my Ethan. I looked up at Ethan with tears filled eyes but he ignored me like some disease.

I know this was what I had signed when deciding to marry my Ethan who was just marrying me for that deal. Ethan had made this clear for hundredth time from the last day. When I had walked down the aisle, I had thought to find Ethan with a heartwarming smile but he didn’t even spare me a glance. His vows also sounded robotic instead of love filled and he had roughly pushed the marriage ring in my finger.

Our marriage ring. I looked down at the platinum ring in my finger telling that I was married now.

“Ready for your party you both,” Dylan spoke up breaking the silent in between me and Ethan, which was really eating me up. Ethan nodded to Dylan walking toward the large garden behind the cathedral where small party was arranged. Dylan and Ethan had invited some of employees and investors for our marriage as a witness.

We entered the garden to be only greeted by the congratulations. Ethan hold my hand just for formality sake but I felt spark flowing my blood just from his touch and a blush crept on my face. I looked down biting my lips. We both even cut the cake together. I expect him to say a single word to me but he kept mum talking with the gusset.

“Now I would like to invite Mr. and Mrs. King for the first dance,” I looked up at the stage where Dylan had just announced our first dance.

Ethan roughly pushed me toward the stage and positioned us in the middle. I remembered how we had burned the stage with our dance on our prom night and today also, we can do the same.

Soon song ‘Love me like you do’ started to play and I gasp looking for Dylan who winked toward me.

Ethan placed his hand on my waist while I placed my hands on his shoulder and slowly we started moving with the music of the song. Ethan spined me multiple times and I followed his steps dancing gracefully. Ethan pulled me close from my waist, and I collided with his hard chest.

“Don’t be so happy to be my wife Olivia,” Ethan dangerously whispered in my ears. “Remember this marriage was just formality for me.” I rolled my eyes hearing him as he had again repeated the same lines.

“Yes I remember,” I snapped at him. “You don’t need to remind me the same thing again and again. It’s formality for you but for me it is an official marriage where we have taken vows,” I looked at him with feisty eyes before walking down from the dance floor with a smile toward my guests. I directly walked towards the waiter and gulp down a glass of water because I know somewhere Ethan was going to be angry on my for my snapping.

I looked above to see him talking with someone and his eyes on me full with rage. I gulp the water and walked toward him standing beside him. Giving cordial smile to my guest.

Soon enough Ethan pulled me toward his car and we were moving toward somewhere I didn't knew.

“Where are we going Ethan?” finally I asked after a long silence.

He groans and turned his face from his mobile looking at me with frown. Was my question this difficult to make him frown like this?

“My apartment,” he replied before averting his gaze to mobile.

Without saying any further word not to irritate him I trained my face outside the window again looking at the city, which was still alien to me with so many similar looking skyscraper. Our car also stopped in front of one of such skyscraper and we stepped out. I ogle at the building with open mouth when I notice Ethan was already inside the building.

“Hey where are you going without me?” I run inside the building following Ethan who was quite in front of me. I increase my speed when he entered the elevator, not willing to get lost in this building. By God’s mercy I entered the elevator just before its doors were closed.

“Why did you left me behind like that?” I breathed heavily.

“Because I don’t have time to waste on you,” he replied coldly and I glare at him which unfortunately didn't had any effect on him. I huffed leaning against the elevator wall handling my long wedding skirt.

The elevator opened and then he stepped out followed by me. He opened the white colored favor with nothing and that was when I decided to buy some painting and hang them here. I remember how Ethan used to love to decorate his room and house with paintings.

He opened two double doors, pressing the codes; I tried to peep in but failed.

“2708 is the code, in case you get locked out,” he told me and I nodded my head noticing that it’s his birth of date.

I entered inside and again white theme greeted me. It's the main living area, double height. Huge was too small a word for it. The far wall was glass and leads on to a balcony that overlooks Boston. Near the kitchen, area, in front of the glass wall, was a dining table surrounded by four chairs.

A gasp escaped my mouth when I entered the kitchen and notice how it also had glass wall for the view of city. I knew I would be spending most of my time in kitchen baking one thing or the another.

“Liked the kitchen,” Ethan asked me walking behind me and I nod my head.

“Great,” he chirped “as you are going to sleep in the kitchen only.”

I shook my head hearing him not understating a word.

“You see, you will be leaving in my apartment,” he circled his hand showing his apartment. “So you need to pay rent for which you had to work. As I can’t allow you to go out so you will be working in my house like a maid.”

Floor seem to slipped from my legs hearing him. Did he considered me equal to a house cleaner?

“You want me to work for you as a maid?” I asked him in heavy voice.

“Yes,” neither he nodded his head sternly. “I don’t have a maid and it will be pleasure to have you as a maid for this house. Moreover I don’t want to get you bored sitting all alone. So from now on you will cook for me, clean my clothes, clean this house, in short you will do what a normal maid prefers to do.”

I feel embarrassed and insulted hearing him. If he had asked me to do all this work as his wife then I would have happily done all that but he wanted me to do all this work as his maid which really broke my heart.

“You see there is a room for the maids beside the kitchen. There you can bath and change the clothes,” I kept my head down not wanting him to see my tears.

“Now start your work and cook something quick for me as I am damn hungry,” ordering me he turned on his heels walking upstairs in his room leaving a shocked me.

I quickly surf through the kitchen looking for items when my eyes find spaghetti noodle so I put them on boil and started searching for the sauce. Getting all the ingredient I quickly cooked them just praying that this time my Ethan will talk with me properly remembering the taste of my hands.

I had just turned off the stove when Ethan entered inside the kitchen looking dashing in his coffee shaped three piece suit with a tie around his neck. I quickly served spaghetti in two plates while from corner of my eyes looking at him who looked freshly showered due to his wet hairs.

“Now go and change your dress and we are leaving for meeting, I have to sign the deal,” he ordered. “And yes wear some sophisticated dress.”

“I will go and change my dress after having my food,” I told him and was about to take my seat on table when he pulled me from my hand harshly jerking me up.

“Dare you defy me,” he glares in my direction. “I don’t have time for waiting for you when you will be getting ready. So go in your room now and get ready fast.”

“I am hungry,” I mumbled looking down. “I haven’t even had my breakfast.”

“So,” he yelled. “It’s your problem not mine. Moreover, you will not die out of hunger. Just go and change.”

I nodded my head and rushed inside the room. Closing the door behind me, I removed my dress with tears threatening to fall my eyes but I couldn’t cry. When I had decided to marry him, I knew that I would be facing this, that I would be facing his cruel side then why these tears?

I enter inside the bathroom and switched on the shower. The tears, which I was holding, finally dropped out of my eyes with loud sobs. Why didn’t he care if I had eaten or not? He didn't even cared of my tears, why he didn't care that he was hurting me? Why my Ethan had changed so much?

After shower, I entered my room to find my luggage placed on the side. I walked toward it and selected a business shirt with blazer and pencil skirt and all thanks to the shopping with Dylan. Wearing them, I did a little makeup and left my wet hairs open.

I stepped out of the room and noticed Ethan typing something furiously on his mobile. He looked up noticing my presence and his eyes darken with fury.

“What the hell are you wearing?” he gritted his teeth walking toward me making me shiver. “Is this what you plan to wear at the meeting? Remember that you are my wife now. You can’t flaunt your body like a slut.”

My heart churned hearing the word slut. Did he really thought me as a slut?

“Why are you still standing here?” he shouted. “Go and wear some pants under your dress? After today’s deal you are free, just leave me and you can do whatever you want but control your slutty things till you are with me,” saying this he walked away from me leaving me with my broken heart.

Now I know that he was hurting me so that I left him and this house, which was never going to happen. I knew that I had to work really hard to get my old Ethan back. To break through the walls he had built around his heart. I would never leave him until getting that old and living Ethan back to me.

I walked to my room and change into pants. I knew Ethan would again hurt me and would try to break me. I had seen such cases at the time of my consultancy with psychologist and like her advice to other couples I would not break and one day, I was sure he would break his walls loving me like before.

Again, with new determination I walked out of the room with strong heart to bear all the insult and pain he would be throwing my way.