My Husband is Secretly Obsessed with Me

I love my family dearly, they’re the reason why I agreed to this. I have heard how hard my grandfather worked for this and I have seen what my father gave up for this. I chose them, instead of my own happiness and freedom. I forced a fake smile as a agreed on the marriage. I didn’t even know this man, let alone met him in person. However, my family’s happines is enough to make me happy. — The marriage was quick and easy, I signed the marriage contract and I was now Estelle Gwendolyn Lauder-Windsor. How funny, I didn’t even know my husband but I signed it. I haven’t seen him once in my life, but know that’s about to change. His men escorted me to a penthouse, a modern one that screams elegance and wealth. Starting now, I will be living here. — A week has passed and I haven’t seen my husband yet, I was surrounded by servants and bodyguards everyday. My husband’s assistant even gave me a credit card and said that I could buy whatever I want. Of course, I didn’t spend it like a madman. I just bought a few necessities and snacks. Maybe if my husband and I are close, that’s when I’ll spend his money easily. — I was curious about who my husband is, so I asked Rita, the head of the servants to tell stories about my husband. — “Rita, what’s Lorenzo like?” I asked her with a smile. — Then she answered me, “Well, I’ve known Lorenzo ever since he was a child. He’s a nice young man, clever one too. And he is very handsome, just like his father.” — “Why hasn’t he come home yet?” I asked him again. — “Well, Lorenzo is a busy man. Ever since his father retired, his world evolved around business.” Rita answered me, “Well, I better be going now. I’ve got a lot to do.” she smiled at me and left me in the kitchen. — I think my husband is a nice and sweet man, I thought to myself. But why did he want to marry me? The question lingered in my mind. Out of all the woman in the world, she chose me? I laid on my bed, thinking the different answers Lorenzo could give me and ended up falling asleep. — I woke up around 9:21PM in the evening, that was a long nap. I make my way downstairs to look for food, or at least a snack. There I saw, a tall man around 6 feet tall, with dark jet black hair, a muscular build, and an undeniable gorgeous face. He opened the fridge and he was looking for food. He looks like he just came home, still in his suit. Is he my husband? — “Are you Lorenzo Windsor?” I asked him, with a confused face. He didn’t notice I was coming down the stairs a few moments ago. — Our eyes met, his dark orbs meeting with my hazel pupils. Then he answered me, “The one and only. You must be my wife, my Estelle.”