Diamond's POV

"The only reason I agreed to this marriage was because of my mom, Diamond. She's been pestering me to get married. I never intended for it to be anything more than that." My heart sank. I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. So this was all just a game to him, I thought. 

He didn't really care about me; the picture-perfect wedding, the kiss, the touch, and all the promises he made in a short while were all facades. "What do you mean this wedding means nothing to you?" I asked. 

"We'd get a divorce and terminate the contract when I find my soulmate." He said it casually. "What the hell do you mean by when you find your soulmate?" I said, my voice rising. 

"Don't raise your voice at me, Debra.., and for your question, it won't be answered, so just sign the fucking papers," he yelled. The revelation crashed over me like a wave. 

"Did I do anything wrong? Please don't do this, Nicholas." I forced the words out of my mouth, my voice barely a whisper as tears streamed down my eyes. After all the weeks of anticipating this day to come, this is all I could get. A contract marriage?

I thought this was the gateway for me to start a new life and forget about all my past, but no, my life was just starting to get worse. "Sign it now, Debra..; I don't have time to waste here," Nicholas said with a stern look, handing me a pen as I choked back a sob.

I thought he was a good man, but it seems he's showing his true evil self now. I just couldn't believe it. I tried to argue with Nicholas, trying to make him see reason. But he wouldn't listen. He had other days to be cruel to me, but he chose to be on our wedding night. How could he do this to me?

My heart was breaking as I thought of what would happen if I went back to Debra's parents. They would surely find out who I really was in no time, and I couldn't risk going to jail again. I cried, not wanting to sign the papers but knowing I didn't have a choice.

After crying for what felt like hours, I finally took the pen from Nicholas. I wiped my tears away and signed the contract, sealing my fate for a life I knew would be nothing but suffering and pain. I looked up at Nicholas, who looked really devastated. I knew something was definitely wrong with him. 

"We'd have our separate rooms and respect each other's privacy; we'd only act like couples outside, but when we're inside, we stay away from each other." 

"Then when my mom comes around or any family member, we have to share a room," Nicholas continued. "Anyways, that's it." He grabbed the bottle of alcohol and drank from it. "Happy marriage life to me," he mumbled before leaving the room. I was left alone in the room, feeling sad and confused. 

This wasn't how I wanted my wedding night to be. I lay on the bed, tears streaming down my face. This was not the life I had dreamed of. I spent the whole night crying on the bed, my eyes puffy and red from all the tears. I didn't even realise it when I fell asleep. 

When I woke up, I looked in the mirror and saw that my eyes were still swollen and red. I didn't have the appetite to eat, so I stayed in bed, crying some more. Then I heard a knock on the door. It was a maid telling me to come down for breakfast. But I wasn't hungry. I just wanted to stay in bed and cry. 

So I dismissed the maid. As the afternoon came, my stomach started to grumble. I knew I had to eat or I would faint. I took a shower, put on a simple outfit, and headed downstairs for lunch. When I got to the dining room, I noticed I was the only one there, and it made me sad.

Nicholas must have already gone to work. I sat down at the table and took a few bites of food, but I didn't have much of an appetite. I couldn't stop thinking about Nicholas and how he had treated me. But as I sat there, I heard the maids whispering. "I bet she's the new plaything for Don Nicholas," one of them said. 

"He doesn't love her. I think she only married him for his money. What a gold digger!" Hearing these words broke my heart. Not only was Nicholas being cruel to me, but the maids were saying mean things about me, too. They didn't know the truth about why I had married him, but they were still judging me. 

I felt like everyone was against me. I was so angry that I pushed the food aside and headed back to my room. But as I walked down the hall, I couldn't help but look around. I had nothing to do and was alone at home, so I decided to look around the house. I wanted to know more about Nicholas and his family. 

I looked at the pictures on the walls and the furniture in the rooms, trying to figure out more about the man I had married. I kept walking and stumbled upon a room with the door slightly open. I entered the room, and it was obvious that it was Nicholas's room. 

It had a beautiful view from the balcony. Standing there, inhaling the fresh breeze, I suddenly heard a voice and realised it must be Nicholas. We had agreed to stay away from each other, and now if he sees me in his room, he'll be so angry, so I didn't have any other option but to hide.

I hid inside the wardrobe, closing the door quietly behind me. I watched as Nicholas entered the room, but then he wasn't alone. I saw another person walk into the room, and it wasn't just anybody, but a man. What the hell is going on here? I whispered to myself.

I wondered why they would enter the room holding hands. That's a little too weird for men. It was obvious that Nicholas was really into this man from the way he let the man move his hands around his muscular chest and arms. I could see the hardness in his suit trousers. 

"You're so handsome," I heard Nicholas whisper to the man in front of him, but it was loud enough for me to hear. "Then what are you waiting for? Kiss me already," the other guy replied. And with that, I watched how Nicholas leaned in and gave him a kiss.

Did Nicholas even think about me before making out with a man in this house? No wonder the maids called me his plaything; this was who he truly was. Things were just getting worse by the day, so I married a man who is into men. I wouldn't even call this a real marriage, though. 

I didn't know how I was feeling; tears began to well up in my eyes as I watched them make out. This was my husband, the man I fell in love with the moment I saw him in the club that night. But now he was kissing another man right in front of my eyes. I could feel their warmth from where I was hiding in the closet.

The tears I had been holding rolled down my cheeks as I continued to watch them make out. Why me? Why is all this happening to me? Even if I wanted to run away, where would I start from? I asked myself all these questions but couldn't get any answers. My legs were beginning to hurt because I wasn't really comfortable in the closet.

I tried to adjust myself so I wouldn't fall off. "What's that sound?" The other man asked Nicholas, looking directly at the closet. "It's nothing, my love; don't let anything distract you," Nicholas replied. I let out a sigh of relief as Nicholas dismissed the issue because, if he had come to check, I would have been caught.

Things were starting to get really intense, as they were already naked. Nicholas pressed his body against the man, kissing his whole skin passionately. I felt fresh hatred grow as I heard the man moan with every touch.

I should be the one moaning at his touch, not some dude who looks like he has never been kissed in his life. "Desperate fool," I cursed under my breath as I sobbed silently. The closet was becoming more and more uncomfortable, making it hard for me to breathe.

Should I come out and stop this? I thought to myself. "What if Nicholas punishes me for this? I bit my lower lips painfully, knowing I couldn't come out now. And as I tried to adjust my legs again, I slipped and fell out of the closet, hitting my shoulder on the floor.

"What the fuck!" Nicholas yelled as they both tried to cover themselves with the sheets. "Who are you, and what the hell are you doing in my room?" 

What is he talking about? "What do you mean by who am I?" I asked him, trying to get myself up from the ground. "Like I said, who are you, and what are you doing in my space?" he yelled. 

"Are you like a maid or something?"

"No, I'm not," I replied, my voice filled with confusion. Was Nicholas trying to deny me because of his man? "Why are you acting like you don't know me, Nicholas?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"Please, can you get out? You're interrupting our moment," the other man said. "Please stay out of this and let me talk to my husband," I replied angrily.

"Oh, I see where you get it all wrong. I'm not Nicholas," he said, making me freeze.

Diamond's POV

I froze for a while as I watched him watch me take in the information before I scoffed. "What do you mean? You take me for a fool now?" I asked. My chest was already beginning to tighten from anger and sadness. 

He was about to speak, but I beat him to it. "See... I know that you said you don't like me, and this was all pretence and all, but then, having sex with a man." I paused and shook my head. "I can't bear this. It would have been better to lose you to a woman." I said. 

I still can't imagine losing him to a male. No matter how I thought of it, it didn't make sense. "I think you didn't quite hear what I said," he said. He sat, pulling the sheet on himself. 

I didn't think that was the case. I heard him deny me a while ago. But I decided to allow him to speak, my heart beating in trepidation. "You are just going to lie again."

"For fucks sake, listen to me, woman," he said, his voice a bit over the top. He clenched his teeth and tried to breathe. "I'm Neymar. Nicholas' identical twin brother. " He emphasised each word. I raised a brow. I wasn't aware Nicholas had a twin. 

Well, I didn't know him like that, so I couldn't quite conclude at this time. "And you are intruding in my space." He said. The man close to him clinged onto him, and I felt something distasteful settle on my tongue. I apologised and stepped out of the room.

My mind was filled with various thoughts. These are things Debra should know. Well, I could simply hide under the guise of having lost my memory, but how long can I do that for? I headed straight back into my room. I sat on the bed. 

Memories of how Nicholas had treated me last night rushed back into my mind, and I felt my heart squeeze. I had slept alone on my wedding night, and I suddenly felt like a fool for imagining how passionate the night would be when he didn't even want to be in the same space as me. 

Without much thought, I went to sleep. The next time I woke up, it was to the sound of a knock. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and said, "Come in." I said this to the person at the door. A woman in her late forties stepped into the room. Her hair was tied in a bum, and an apron was tied around her waist. 

"Good afternoon, madam," she said. She didn't look like the other maids I had seen gossiping about me; I knew I had respect oozing out of her. "Lunch is ready. Would you like to eat here or in the dining room?" She asked.

I bit my lower lips, contemplating where to eat. It definitely wouldn't be at the dining room; I'd rather eat here than go eat where I am being watched and judged. And I didn't want to run into Neymar.

Sunrays streamed into the room from the window. "I'll have my food here," I said. She was about to step out when she stopped and turned. Her hands were neatly tucked into the pocket in the front of her apron.

"I am head maid, Lucia; sorry for the late introduction." She said her head was slightly bowed in respect. "I am the one in charge of managing the entire affair; if there's anything you want, I'm just a call away." She said.

I nodded in acknowledgment and watched her walk out of the room. She came back with two other maids who held trays of food. They placed it on the top of the mahogany table in the room. It was more than I expected. I felt my eyes water as I watched the maid place them gently on the table. 

My mind reverted to the past. I had never eaten so much at a time. I fed from hand to mouth, and now here I am. "Is everything okay? Do you not like the food?" Lucia, the head maid, asks in a calm and soothing voice. "Something flew into my eyes." I lied and dabbed the corner of my eyes. 

She apologised, though she wasn't at fault. After lunch, I was torn between what to do and what not to do. Before Lucia had left, I had asked her when Nicholas would be back. He may treat me badly, but I still want him. I wanted to be in his presence.

I stood in front of the mirror. My hair was a mess from the nap I had taken earlier. I sat and brushed my hair with my fingers. I hoped the day would go by quickly. I was already getting tired and bored. Nicholas would be back by 7 p.m. I hoped we could have dinner together. 

I stood and walked to the window. I bite on my nails. I liked Nicholas. I know I shouldn't, as technically he isn't my husband or isn't supposed to be my husband, but I can't help it. I want him to want me. "I should make him fall for me." 

I walk back to the mirror, staring at my reflection. I comment, "I am not bad at looks." Debra was a beautiful girl. The blonde hair and green eyes. The chiselled cheekbone and her perfect chin.

I shook my head and straightened my clothes with my hands; this wasn't Debra anymore. This was Diamond, and from what I remember, Debra wasn't in love with Nicholas; that's what she told me, and Nicholas wasn't in love with Debra, so I can make him fall for me. Diamond.

"But how?" I closed my eyes and opened them, then inhaled sharply. An idea suddenly hit me. I picked up my phone from the bed, opened Safari, and typed as quickly as I could, "How to get a man to fall in love with you, the real you." 

I breathed down and tapped on search. I tapped on the first article that popped up. I scrolled down, my brows furrowed, as I tried to take note of every suggestion that was made. I quickly made a list of things. 

Dress attractively, cook for him, don't be rude, connect with him intellectually, work on eye contact, show off your talent, make lingering touches, and be pleasant and smile often.

I scribbled all this on a small sheet of paper and smiled. The article promised that there would be results from the first two weeks. I bit the cap of the pen as I stared at the list I had made. I would follow them one after the other. 

First, dress nicely. Wear very attractive clothes, which would subtly provoke him. I would do just that. The wardrobe was already filled with different clothes. I just had to change into something really quick. 

I first went into the bathroom to take a quick shower. Your smell is also important. I applied very light but noticeable makeup and styled my hair beautifully. I stepped out of my room to carry out the second function on the list. "I want to cook for my husband," I said when I got to the kitchen. 

The kitchen maids all raised their brows. Staring made me feel like I had gone mad. I walked past them and asked, "What's on the menu for dinner?" I asked. "Ma, you don't have to. We'll take care of this." I squared my shoulders to look more bold. I am not used to being called ma or madam. 

"I insist," I said. They had no choice but to allow me to do what I wanted to do. I allowed them to assist me, but I remained the head. When everything was almost ready, I left them. 

I thought the third tip was as good as done, as I have never been rude to him, and then the fourth seemed to scare me. From the look of things, Nicholas would be intelligent, and it's something I didn't think I could connect with.

I had to learn something about him. I thought of asking the maids, but it didn't make any sense to me. I'll find out about him myself. I decided to walk to his room. I asked a maid to point it out to me. I would be quick. Since he would return by seven p.m., I had an hour to search his room.

The door was locked when I arrived there. There should be a spare key, "Lucia. Get me the key to this room." I said this when she came to stand close to me. She handed me the spare and left. I opened the room and stepped into it. It was bigger than I imagined it to be. 

All exterior colours were white. It was cosy and clean. I walked to the bed and sat on it, creating a big crease on it. Then I laid on it and inhaled sharply, wanting to fill myself with his scent. 

When I was satisfied, I walked to a table where a stack of files was. I brush through them; there must be something somewhere. I was so busy trying to find out something about him that I didn't notice someone entering the room. 

"What are you doing here?" A familiar voice spoke, and my heart stopped beating.