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.