Chapter 5 First Day

‘Was he lying? He must be,’ Disturbed about what happened last night, his words were echoing continuously that was stealing my ability to react properly. All that remained on my chest was a question- ‘Did I make the right choice or not?’ And thinking where this marriage would lead almost stole my breaths. Curled like a ball on the couch, I couldn’t bring myself to share the bed with him nor any sleep was bestowed upon me, pushing me into endless worries like- ‘What does he mean by all this? What does he intend to do with me? What should I do now?’ Soon morning arrived with sunlight penetrating through the blinds and there he handsomely laid alone on the bed, on his stomach with his arm extended out. Looking dominant even in his sleep but was woken up when his phone rang. Flinching, I shut my eyes to pretend to sleep when the sound of his groaning arrived. “Argh.. fuck,” Cursing, he let the phone ring for a while before picking it up rudely, utterly displeased. “What?” And then hummed for a while but the coldness was still etched as I opened my eyes slightly and saw him sitting. His shirt was still open, exposing his ripped muscles that caused me to curl my toes in vexation. Messy hair kissing his forehead, still being on the call. “So what? Talk to Zach about it, he is the one with the clean image after all.” He muttered, rising from the bed and pouring himself a glass of water. “If he doesn’t listen then you know what to do with him. If he understands softly, good for him. If not, then he better be prepared for the consequences,” Ordering dominantly, he cut the call, throwing the phone away while I was bewildered what the hell did he just mean by it. ‘Prepared for the consequences? What did he mean by it? What type of people these billionaires are? Do they think everything should be to their liking?’ I thought sourly. Shutting my eyes back, not wanting to sense the slightest of his presence in my proximity and sighed when he went to the bathroom to freshen up. “Huff.” When he was gone, I gradually sat up, pushing my hair behind and exhaled loudly to regain my senses. Praying he forgot about what happened last night and won’t show the same possessiveness like that as it would be beyond my capabilities to endure. Soon he came out after a shower and in his black shirt and pants, wearing his waistcoat with two buttons to complete his superior form. The second our eyes locked, my tone unwillingly came out whisper-like. “Morning,” “Hmm,” Rolling his eyes with no reaction, he began to comb his hair, applying his cologne to prepare for work. His muscles were toned, the tattoos engraved dangerous on his skin. Everything about him displayed he was out of my league, someone above who shouldn’t stand beside me. Lowering my gaze with dejection, I got up as well and went to freshen up and my jaw literally dropped at his bathroom. Okay, I got it. As the eldest son, his room was twice the size of my house’s hall, befitting a king with a chandelier and eye-catching decors. But, even his bathroom was enormous. My personal room wasn’t that gigantic! Sighing, feeling out of place, I freshened up and saw my whole wardrobe was filled with his wife’s intricate clothes and shoes, branded bags. Things which were not for me. Uncomfortable wearing her clothes, I remained in my dress and got out. He was busy using his phone. And keeping my gaze lowered, I set my posture and was about to make the mole but he held my wrist abruptly, sending an unnerving shiver down my spine. “S-Sir?” What did I do wrong? Flinching, I lifted my gaze timidly into his inscrutable silver-oned, frowning at me. “I have told you, act in front of others. Not me,” He ordered, ripping the smudge proof eye pencil away from my hand, throwing it away. Gulping, I instinctively moved back, holding the hem of my dress. “A-Aren’t your parents here?” “They were here just for formality. They don’t care about it, they are gone,” He replied coldly, clearing his throat, picking his wallet and phone. Holding my arm, I asked worriedly, still failing to comprehend the purpose behind this marriage. “If they don’t care… Why bother with the acting? Who are you trying to fool?” He simply ignored me and left for work. The second he was gone, I sighed, making the mole nonetheless because I was starving and didn’t want anyone to catch me. Not sure what to do here anymore and came down to breakfast and bumped into a helper who smiled gently at me. “Welcome home, Madam Emerald, do you need something? Shall I send your breakfast to your room?” “Who.. Who are you?” I asked quietly, averting my gaze trying not to evoke suspicion. “Ah, right, you might not remember me because of the accident. I am Winnie, your personal servant,” “Can you send my breakfast, Winnie?” I asked innocently, earning a chuckle from her. “Sure.” She nodded as I went back to the room, unsure to explore this place for the time being. I could feel I didn’t belong here, that the walls were screaming of sumptuousness and I was nowhere near that luxury. From the walls to the embellishments of this household. None were for me. After breakfast, I started my exploration by his- our room. Using our made my heart race as those drunk works knocked on my mind. “Don’t think about it, Liliana, he was drunk, he wasn’t in his senses,” Convincing myself, I began to check things and didn’t know why, I inhaled his strong addictive scent that forced an intoxication upon me. As if I couldn’t nor allowed myself to pull myself away from him. Checking the study and comfortable bed, the colossal wardrobe where endless dresses were present, my jaw dropped, blinded by the ravishing appearance. “What a life she was living,” The profound gold work on the wall, all of it was attractive and to think I was supposed to call this room ‘mine’ made me stare in awe. “Never in my dreams I could live in such a dreamy place,” Sitting back on the bed, I began to admire the room, touching the furniture and decorations until my phone rang to break my spellbind. Shaking my head, I picked up my father's call who asked worriedly, “Hello, Liliana, how are you?” “Fine… what about you, Papa?” I hummed. “What can happen to me? Is everything okay here? Does he treat you right? Is everyone convinced?” “Yeah… things are fine for now.” I trailed off and the realization sank in that I was here temporarily. This lifestyle, this name, this identity, even this mole was fake. “You tell me, did you receive the money?” “Yeah, Leah’s treatment will start soon. Let’s pray everything goes okay,” “Hmm,” I hummed, closing my eyes, unsure how to feel about everything anymore. Was I supposed to indulge or curse my fate where after being officially married, I was presented as someone I wasn’t. Or, did this marriage mean anything to him in the first place? Sensing the silence, Papa called me again, “Liliana,” “Yes?” “Are you truly okay?” I faked a chuckle, “Yes, yes, you don’t have to worry about me. I will try to pay Leah a visit too,” “Okay, take care,” “You too,” Taking a deep breath after cutting the call, I stared at the ceiling emptily, convincing myself to start my life from this day forward as someone I wasn’t. As Emerald Boris, the ‘dearest’ wife of Dimitri Boris.