MY HUSBAND IS A SECRET BILLIONAIRE

Chapter 3

What the f**k are you doing here?"

I opened my mouth and closed it back, swallowing the painful lump in my throat, just like always, unable to speak in his presence.

"You can't speak? Cat got your tongue?C'mon! You answer me when I speak to you!" he bellowed.

He didn't shout, but the way he spoke to me made me shudder with fright. He was intimidating and the way he looked at me. I wondered if he'd have been this way if he had married Cara.

"I—I—I was—"

"You were what!" he snapped and I winced.

"I wanted to look around," I almost exclaimed.

"You are not to go snooping around. Do not think that because I married you, you have the right to walk around as you like."

"Do you hear me ?," he battled as he glared at me and I nodded and then replied.

"Yes," I was scared that he was going to hurt me if I didn't answer him. He looked like the kind of man who wouldn't hesitate to hit a woman.

He shoved his hand into his pocket and I could swear that his eyes darkened. I didn't know why he was looking at me like that, but I knew it couldn't be good. I avoided his eyes as I instead began to look at the designs on the wall.

"What are you waiting for? Get out!," he snapped and I moved my feet quickly, wanting nothing more than to disappear from his sight.

The tears began to cloud my eyes and I didn't stop it. I just let them fall, wondering why all this was happening to me. In just a week, my life had changed.

I sat in the living room, watching an opera, and was so engrossed in it that I didn't hear the door open.

"Oh my!, someone's here," I heard a female voice and I looked up to see a gorgeous woman. She was tall and had straight black hair, she looked like she was a supermodel.

And right behind her was my husband who looked at me like he always did, murderously.

I glanced at myself. I was the direct opposite of her, I was wearing a faded baggy t-shirt and tracksuit and my hair was in a messy bun. I looked like someone straight out of a horror movie.

I stood up and walked towards them, avoiding Richard's gaze, and even though my senses kept telling me to run in the opposite direction, I still walked towards them.

"Dani, this is my Wife, April," He introduced with a weirdly calm voice that sent shivers down my spine and I must say, he did look dashing in the suit he was wearing.

"Nice to meet you,"I said, extending my hand and she hesitantly took it, as if I had some sort of virus.

She gave me a once-over and smiled slyly.

"So you are the wife."

She said it like she had heard something about me and I began to wonder what she had heard from Richard.

"Go to the bedroom, we want to have a meeting here," he stated, dismissing me like a child and I swallowed hard as I trudged slowly to the bedroom.

I could handle being insulted and his other treatments but I wouldn't be able to handle being humiliated in front of other people and what meeting was he having with a woman alone?

I paved around the room, feeling all the frustration of all the events coming back. I decided that I needed a cold shower and walked straight to the bathroom.

I felt someone nudging me and I jerked awake. I realized that I had fallen asleep, waiting for my husband to talk to him.

"I was—-tired," I stuttered, feeling the need to explain to him and he scoffed.

"You were tired after that little stunt you pulled!," he exclaimed and I squinted my eyes, I had no idea what stunt he was talking about.

I had no idea what to say either and I believed he was waiting for me to say something.

"What—what are you talking about?," I breathed out slowly, more like a whimper and he clicked his tongue.

"I was very disappointed with you. You have to play the trophy wife!," he said and I realized he was talking about how I looked in front of the woman he brought.

I wanted to ask him why he brought her to our shared space when we were just newlyweds and why he let her humiliate me like that.

I didn't say anything instead and hung my head, feeling his gaze on my face.

I bit my bottom lips, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall.

"I—" I wanted to speak but I struggled to form the words in my head.

"You what?," his tone was harsh and I winced.

I wanted to ask why he was shouting at me, why he was yelling at me when he was the one at fault.

He leaned closer to me and I gulped, he then tucked a stray strand of my hair behind my ear and my heart began to beat erratically that I was scared it would burst.

This was the closest we have been and it made me scared. What was he going to do to me now? because it didn't feel like anything good.

He had that cold, murderous glare and as he moved to my neck, my breath hitched in my throat until he began to talk, sending shivers down my spine.

"I hate you, April. And I hate that I had to marry you," he whispered and then pulled away.

"What we have isn't real. Hell, we only got married because our families had an arrangement and I wouldn't even be marrying you if not for the circumstances," he emphasized the "you" and I swallowed the painful lump in my throat.

I knew I wasn't as beautiful as Cara, but the way he said it hurt me.

"Your parents couldn't risk tainting their image and that was why they allowed the marriage to go on, this time with the useless daughter. What do you have?, hmm, nothing! absolutely nothing!, no property in your name!, no inheritance!, Just a bloody waste of space!" he exclaimed and I couldn't stop the tears as they began to fall, reminding me of Nick and how he had spoken to me.

"I was promised the heir to the Harrington's fortune but instead what did I get?,a stupid, useless crybaby," he said and my whole body began to shake as I cried.

So that was why he hated me. Because I wasn't Cara, because I wasn't the one to inherit the family's business.

"I know women like you, with your fake crocodile tears. I don't know why you agreed to this marriage or what you hoped to gain from it, but I'm telling you now, you will fail," he said and I shook my head in denial as I continued crying.

"I have a few rules for you. The first is that you won't be sleeping in the same bed as me. I find you unworthy of that. You aren't even my type of woman!" he said as he glared at me with disgust.

"You will mind your business and not try to invade my privacy. And you will avoid me as much as you can, I don't ever want to see your ugly face, don't even try to get close to me at all. When you see me, you move the other way."

"Should the need arise for us to appear in a public event together, you have to act like the perfect wife but don't overdo it. Don't even try to be friendly with anyone I talk to!"

"I believe you understand all that," he asked and I closed my mouth which had been open all these while I heard him and his ridiculous rules.

"Y-yes," I stuttered and he glared at me.

I had no problems with following his rules, they sounded very easy as I didn't like him too. He was an arrogant asshole.

"I have work to do, unlike some people whose only work is to eat, sleep, watch movies, cry, and sleep again. Do you ever do anything else?," he glared at me and I swallowed hard.

I wished I could talk back to him, tell him that I didn't want this marriage either!