MARRIED TO MR SMITH

CHAPTER TWO

Camella's POV:

After enduring the critising gaze of the receptionist and every one at the tables I passed mostly looking at my dressing and scrunching their face in disgust, for once I am actually happy to have grown up in that house because it has gotten me used to being critised on a daily basis. I held my head up high as we made our way to a secluded spot, I placed my bag on the table and took a seat and checked the time seeing that I am fifteen minutes early.

Looking around the restaurant, I can truly say that the restaurant deserves all the hype it has been getting online. It opened about two months ago and the reviews about this place has been off the roof. The dominant theme of the restaurant is black and gold. The chandeliers are golden with diamonds on them giving the restaurant a very sophisticated vibe. Every staff is dressed so professionally in black and white tux.

Even a single glance is enough to inform everyone that millions of dollars has been invested in this restaurant. I patiently waited for my supposed date while admiring the decorations of the restaurant. The clearing of a throat broke me out of my thoughts and when I looked up I saw a man old enough to be my father. "Mr Brown?" I asked wanting to confirm if my parents were that heartless enough to sell me to an old man.

"Let's get straight to business, you will be my wife in exchange for the money I am giving your parents and when I get tired of you, you will be taken to one of my clubs to work as a p********e". I stared at the man in front of me who just threatened to make me a p********e once he get's fed up with me but what caught my attention the most is that my parents are selling me for money. "I think there is a bit of confusion here, I am waiting for someone else", I said as I stood up with the intention of leaving the restaurant.

He grabbed my wrist with such a force that a bruise started to form, "where do you think you are going?" He asked pulling me harshly pulling my hand and sitting me down on my seat. "I don't think you understand what I said, you belong to me and I have the right to do as I please with you". He said tightening his grip on my wrist making me wince in pain. He released my hand and like I guessed there was a bruise forming on it, I tried not to look scared but if you looked into my eyes then you will notice the look of pure horror on my face.

"Get up, I will drop you off at home", I was about to refuse his request when I saw the look on his face made me hold my tongue. We made it to his black limousine waiting outside of the restaurant and I took a seat close to the far end of him to avoid coming in contact with him. "There are some rules you have to follow as my wife", he said handing me a small notebook without a single glance in my direction. "When you become my wife in a week, you will obey all my rules and you are not allowed to speak without being spoken to." I look up in confusion, a week, I will be getting married in a week.

I was never informed that I will be married in a week, its seems like my opinion never mattered considering I still don't know anything about my future husband and we didn't even have any food. "You will be punished for speaking out of line and any thing that happens between us should not be made public". I continued reading fearing for what kind of trouble my family has sold me into. I know my parents don't love me but this is a bit too much, they are selling me to such a despicable man that doesn't have any regard for women.

I returned the book to him as I alighted the car with all the intentions of never seeing him again until it's time for our wedding when I heard him speak after rolling his window down. "Be ready at seven pm tomorrow, I will come pick you up and dress in a formal attire for a charity event, the theme is black and white". He said not giving me a chance to reply as he rolled his window up and left.