Ashley Walter’s pov:

“You will NOT show your face to your husband. Agreed?” She asked me in a stern voice.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I muttered under my breath.

“I can’t hear you, girl. Louder!” Her voice turned harsher.

“YES, MA’AM,” I screamed.

“You are not allowed to sleep beside your husband in the bed. You will use the mattress in the corner of that bedroom. On the floor. Agreed?”

“YES, MA’AM!” I yelled again.

“He usually doesn’t spend his time in his room but once he will be back, you are not allowed to talk to him, not allowed to walk, eat or drink in that room. You are not allowed to use the bathroom. Agreed?”

Now that was too much. I lifted my veil to have a look at this old goat’s face who was getting me married to her grandson for ten million dollars. Where was I supposed to pee? On carpet?

“I can’t hear you, girl. Do you want money or not?” She screeched in my ear making them ring.

Urgh!

I did want that money. It could solve my problems. I could get Mother Superior treated for cancer.

“YES MA’AM!” I pressed my lips in a thin line and dropped back my veil. My vocal cords would suffer if she would keep asking me to shout like this.

“You will behave like you do not exist. You will think of yourself as a furniture piece… Just lying there. Now if you agree to my conditions, sign the papers.” She threw a pen on the table and slapped her hand on the document.

I tried to read my soon to be husband’s name but she was quick to hide it with her hand.

“Why are you reading it? Either sign it or get lost!” Damn. Can’t she talk in a normal tone? Why she keeps on screaming like this?

I signed the papers and voila!

I was married!

just turned eighteen when the orphanage management asked me to look

received the call, I was over the moon. The interview was taken

Electra De Luca met me, she ran a suspicious gaze from head to toe. I

applied to my skin must be dripping by

Or maybe female Dracula!

few hours after my arrival, I was asked to marry her

never saw him and didn’t know his

that he was

to stay married to

that, I was free to leave the place with millions in

sign the papers, she held my hand with an iron

eye at my grandson. Don’t even think of touching him or

touch him and I will shoot

these absurd conditions. Well! He seemed like a baby who was still attached to the

Ignore her face! Try to imagine ten

Yes!

bring a smile to my

I

those words escaped my mouth she left my

the papers and we were

us and I was ordered to sit in the passenger

grandmommy sat at the

left alone on the doorstep near

will show

during that short time of one or two

Oh, my God!

room was so …

but then my gaze fell on the small mattress in

you bring my bag? My all necessities are in it. Or can you ask someone to hand it over to

old friendly way

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