I was at a beautiful venue. It was the golden hour. I haven't seen my future husband yet. Not even in the pictures because I was kept locked away in a room for an entire day.

I had my phone with me, but no internet connection and jammers all around the building. So basically my mobile was useless.

Dressed in the most beautiful, simple clothing foe a laced gown, I bellow at my own beauty. I shouldn't be looking this good when my life was being snatched away from me. Who is this stranger? Is he a good person?

Is he a bad person?

No one was even close to coming to answer my thousand and one questions.

I stop glaring at the setting sun. The poor object so many miles away from earth had nothing to do with my resentment to this world. I scoff at my own fate, crossing fingers wasn't working for me anymore.

The bodyguards announce that the groom was arriving. I knew my cue. What to do and how to walk down the aisle by myself.

A big bunch of elegant white roses was shoved into my hands as the bridesmaids and helpers neatly tucked away every nook and crook out of the picture.

I was looking beautiful. It was an understatement.

I was the bitter bride now.

However, I was curious to see who my husband shall be.

The music which now is softly playing indicated the start of my walk.

The doors open widely, vibrant colors of the decorated hall makes my heart explode slowly.

"She's so young."

"She's so pretty!"

"Oh my God, Nick is going to marry a girl like her? Pray She's a beautiful princess though! Just look at her!" I was filled with pride by their comments. I couldn't refrain myself from smiling gigantically.

Slowly, my head which was held down was starting to rise.

I see a man at the end of the aisle.

For some purposes, I was not allowed to wear my spectacles. It wasn't clear in front of me to see who my husband was.

I come closer, his hand waiting for me.

I thought internally he would be a bald, rich George Washington hairstyle man but boy was I wrong.

My eyes flickered in surprise as I see a handsome young man in front of me.

He had beautiful piercing brown eyes, the one that gave me goosebumps upon diving into them for the first time. They weren't cold, they were warm like the golden hour.

Him bending down to ask for my hand in his must be a moment straight out of the movies.

It's what I call... being elegant.

I wasn't one percent of what he is.

I wasn't even close to competing with his elegance and grace. Leave aside being the heir, a CEO of a multimillionaire company. He must be a prince of the highest degree.

His little smirk drives me to the edge. Without knowing, I was blushing profusely. I thank my make up for covering it up.

The ceremony was silent and comforting. It was turning into the late evening with the sun setting.

He lifts my veil after we say the vows. I did stutter, and he catches my unwillingness this way. My eyes close by themselves as he proceeded to inch closer towards me.

I was anticipating a pair of chapped lips on mine. But I feel a whisper, an accumulation of words which almost went unheard through my clouded senses.

"I won't kiss you." That was the first time I've heard his voice.

Honey, silk and aquatic... that's how I would like to describe his voice. So calm and patient. He made my shrugged shoulders slump down as I now didn't need to feel tensed.

"Thanks." I mumble in the smallest of voices. He kisses my cheek, appearing to the media that we pecked each other's lips.

Guests of his stand up and begin to cheer for the successful wedding.

As I turn to the audience, faking my smile, I see a family of two who were superficially cheering too.

I glare at them. They shouldn't even be here.

As the party and celebrations commenced, my husband tells me not to talk anything. And that he will handle everything. He was shocked to the see the number of guests complimenting me and my simplicity. They said to him, "Only the richest dress in such a simple fashion. I want to know more about the queen of your empire, Mr. Graces!"

He subtly ignores most of them, while the more important guests were told a lie.

"She is not very fond of speaking in public. Please excuse her."

How cunning.

In fact, I had a lot of words in my mouth that I wanted to vomit. He doesn't allow me for a reason. He thinks I shall disgrace his name and family by talking rubbish. I agree that I don't have a rich accent of a sort. But I like my accent for myself.

If it's not rich, at least I can play with words. I am a bookworm, I'll call myself that.

The next guest who appears to talk was Mrs. Blackwell, my mother. I take a deep breath in, I didn't want to talk to the woman who sold me out.

My new husband senses the calamity incoming. He excuses himself from the group as I was tragically left with my mother and brother.

My brother Jonas was dressed in a sweet little suit that matched him so well. I couldn't help but squish his cheeks as he giggles while hugging my thighs.

"You look so pretty." My mother touches my face. I would prefer to shove away from her touch, but people were watching us. They were trying to recognise my mother. I hope they don't.

"Why are you here?" I ask in a low tone. However, people were judging my tone of voice as I changed my posture and facial expressions quickly.

We can play the pretend game all too well.

"Because I am your mother." She says with a smile. My blood boils looking at her now.

She's absurd to think about herself like that.

"Forget that I existed. Take care of Jonas and leave me alone. I don't belong to you anymore." Saying, I walk away with my freedom attained.

I didn't care people commenting on my rude talk. Let then assume whatever they want. I didn't care.

I collaborate back with my husband as I stayed quiet for the rest of the night.

As the phase of living together began, my husband Nicholas tells me a set of rules.

We have gone back to a mansion, in the heart of the city at midnight. It was a gigantic construction which blew my mind.

"You will have your clothes bought and placed in your room. Do not cross paths with me unless it's important to us both. Understood?" Half of his diligent words flow out of my head.

I begin to walk away, trying to find 'my room'.

But he stops me with, "Hey, what is your name again?"

I turn around in disbelief.

Never have I ever seen a person who never paid attention to even knowing the name of their spouse. I take a deep shaky breath and introduce myself, savagely.

"My name is Rachel Blackwell, and I do not agree to change my surname to yours. In fact, I shall remain without a surname." Saying, I watch his face trying to understand my thoughts.

"Very well, Rachel. I am Nicholas Graces, people call me Nick." He introduces himself to me.

I give him a tight lipped smile with a nod, and begin to leave.

As I walked, there were several maids trying to place everything inside the cupboard this late at night.

As I entered inside my supposedly new room, I see them bow and leave like ducklings.

Indeed, this was a room to be deserved to a princess. Not a high school dropout like myself.

How old was he?

Is he really a gentleman as his guests believed him to be?

If so, why did he turn so cold when we came here?

Thousands and thousands of questions kept me up at night. I couldn't sleep unlike yesterday.

Now that I was married and was someone's spouse I was having incredible delusions about my husband.

Suddenly, I hear a knock on my door. He was speaking to someone.

I get up and stride towards the door and see him on a call with someone.

"It's my mother. She wants to speak with you." He says. I allow him inside the room and I take the phone. His mother was the sweetest person I've ever heard while conversing.

She assured me about a million things that Nicholas was unknown about. We talk for several minutes, she tells me she will talk later in a week's time as she was out for business.

Now that I think of it, his parents and siblings if i may presume were not there during his marriage.

Was this out of spite or something?

I do not know anything about him.

"Here. Thank you." I give him his device back. I check on my own. Still no signal.

"Hey, um..." I couldn't call him by his name. He holds the doorknob in his hand, about to leave when he turns around on my call.

"My phone isn't working. Could you please give me some data?" I show him my flip phone as he jumps his eyebrows. Well, what did he expect from a broke high schooler like myself?

"I'll purchase a new phone for you." Saying, he leaves in a haste.

I blink my eyes several times. What the hell was that?

It was better to catch some sleep than ponder upon a stuck up snob like himself.

****

"Good morning world." I say to myself, smiling as I wake up from the best sleep ever. The bed gave me comfort I never once experienced in my 18 years of living. It was fluffy, like clouds.

In five minutes of me waking up, there was a knock on the door.

"Coming!" Calling, I wear a robe and set my bed hair before attending the person.

It was a maid who held a tray of food. Beside the plate of fresh banana pancakes and applesauce was a new phone box.

It was one of the richer brands.

I widen my eyes, accepting the tray silently as the slightly older woman smiles at me. I suppose they do not know my background, or what were the circumstances of me coming here as his wife.

The first thing I do is ask for them for some data.

I wasn't born yesterday. I know how a mobile works, but the way I hold it was awkward. Even more so when I was typing on it.

As I finished my breakfast over the bed, I search up his name on the internet.

Nicholas Graces, I vividly remember.

When I say I was shocked, it's an understatement.

I scroll through infinity, only to find the man I call my husband is the greatest Enterprise owner of the world!

His name was all over the place! There was a whole street dedicated to his surname!

I wipe my face, inhaling sharply.

So this is the man I was married to.

I walk out of the door to give away the tray.

As expected, my husband wasn't there. He's probably gone to work as the biggest business tycoon internationally.

Still fazed by the information, I walk down the stairs to reach the kitchen. I didn't even enter the area when I hear whispers upon my name.

"Poor mistress, she doesn't seem to know who master really is."

I just got to know about him this morning. I'm as unfazed as I can be. It's nothing special to be exceptionally rich when the person lacks 'character'.

"Leave about that, she doesn't even know she's his second wife. I pity her for being so oblivious. If I was her, I would never marry a used man."

A used man...

I'm his second wife...

My heart begins to race on my poor ribcage.

Suddenly, all of it seemed impossible for me.

I will talk to him in the evening.

As the evening came, I send all the workers to their quarters which was a few steps away from his mansion. I want to talk to him personally.

Seeing the headlights of the car burn up the windows, I sit on the couch, gathering my anger to talk to him.

He raises an eyebrow seeing me all alone in the house. He walks past me, he seems tired.

"What am I to you?" I ask him immediately when he walks past the couch.

"What?" He questions back rudely.

"I asked," standing up to emphasize my conversation, "What am I to you? A joke? I feel like a substitute to your love life."

My words seemed to rile him up. He pays full attention to me as he loosens his tie and walks towards me.

"What do you possibly mean by your illogical words? Know your place."

"As a second wife to the biggest business tycoon of the world? What do you take me as?" I ask him.

"Who told you that?" He quickly gets on the defensive. I scoff to myself, maybe ticking him off. Out of the blue, he holds my jaw in his hand which scares the living hell out of me.

"Who told you about her?" He glares holes into my eyes. Fear quickly forms in my throat as I pry his hands away from my face.

"Stop it! Gosh, you're such a stuck up!" Crying, I run to my room and slam the door shut before he could catch up. I hear a loud bang on my door which makes me flinch badly. He curses loudly, walking away with frightening intensity of footsteps.

"Fuck!" I curse into my pillow. Why did he have to do that to me? I was so scared...

Curse him. Curse him to hell.

If he's being this way, I will show him what I am made of too.