Married To A Powerful Domineering Billionaire

Her New Home.

Rayne’s POV

Tears formed at the back of my eyes as I said those words to him. I didn’t dare to look up at him at that moment as I didn’t want him to see my tears. He was a stranger and I could afford to show him this vulnerable side of me.

“Get her luggage.” I heard his authoritative voice speaking over my head, then his strong big arms encircled my waist and pulled me forward. “Let’s go home, wife.”

Each time he said that word, my eyes stung and threatened more tears, tears of disappointment. The disappointment of ending up with a total stranger after hoping and dreaming all along that it would be Fred with whom I would be spending the entirety of my life. Yet, I was getting married to a man I didn’t even know his first or last name. I barely even knew anything about him.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

As he walked me to the car and opened the door for me, my head remained bowed while I continued to bite on my lower lip, trying so hard to hold myself from crying aloud.

When I was inside the car, I immediately threw my eyes out of the window and I stayed that way until my eyes began to blur, and my mind drift. I could hear a familiar baritone faintly saying something about canceling schedules and calling off meetings, and…

Blackout.

ERIC’s POV

Her eyes remained transfixed out the window and by the time we were halfway home, she had already fallen fast asleep, nodding in whichever direction the car moved. I drew closer to her and placed her small head gently on my shoulder. She heaved a long disheveled sigh at the movement.

I watched her innocent sleepy face and could see traces of tears on her cheeks. Her breathing was ragged like she had run a long distance or cried a long while. Of course, the latter was the case, and I knew I was the reason for her tears.

I patted her head gently. I didn’t know her yet, but here I was already sharing in her pain.

After a few minutes, the car screeched to a halt at the house. My chauffeur hurried down and opened my side of the car. I stepped out, carrying my new wife, bridal style into the penthouse. Then I gently put her down on the bed. I watched her small body on the huge bed for a minute before walking out of the room, stopping myself from the temptation of taking her there and now.

Rayne’s POV

Half conscious, I felt myself being carried by someone. I shifted in the arms of whoever it was, and a familiar faint masculine cologne wafted into my nostrils. I blinked awake to a bit of consciousness and recognized that perfectly sculptured face. Just that he wasn’t wearing that smirk I had seen there a few times. Why was he looking so… seriou… s.

The next time I woke up, I was lying on an unusually comfortable bed covered in pure silk material, in a room that looked three times the size of my apartment and was very unfamiliar.

I jerked up instantaneously from the king-sized bed, glancing around in utter confusion. The room was vast and spacious, adorned mostly in grey and black. From the walls to the interior. Plus, it had a distinct familiar scent.

‘Where in heaven’s name was I?’ I thought to myself, racking my brain for memories, and as if to answer my question, I heard the creaking of a door, drawing my attention to an Italian door at the far right of the room. I couldn’t help but wonder why I hadn’t noticed that door earlier. The door opened and a familiar figure came into view. I swallowed hard as I watched him stroll inside wearing that smirk of his.

“Look who’s awake.” He said stopping in front of me, his big, tall body towering above me.

“Where- am- I?” I asked looking everywhere else but at him. The sight of him was making me nervous, especially with him standing so close to me.

“Welcome to your new home, wife, this is our bedroom. I’m sure you know what a bedroom is for, right?” He asked suddenly, with a tone of teasing essential, and I couldn’t help but blush hard. But, I couldn’t come to terms with sharing a room with him.

“Can- I get my- own– room?” I asked, daring myself to look up at him. His smirk disappeared and his brows dragged together, settling a frown on his face, although momentarily. I involuntarily found myself crawling a bit backward in the bed with my teeth slightly digging into the flesh on the inside of my lower lip. But in a flash, as if it was never there, his frown was gone, to be replaced with that all-familiar smirk.

“Why, do you not like the room? Is the color too masculine for you, would you like me to change it?” He inquired. For a moment, I didn’t know what to say to him. The color and interior weren’t the issues here. I- I just needed some privacy. It was just too much that I was already living with him, a stranger, and that too, verbally committed to him already. Having my own room would help a little with all this drama going on. Plus, the stranger had a domineering presence, sharing a room with him would mean us being a couple. I’d have to watch him undress sometimes and he too would have access to me and considering the fact that he tends to joke around a lot…

I know we’ve seen each other’s nakedness before, but that was just once, and It hadn’t been with my clear eyes. I had been under the influence of revenge.

“I- it’s not that, I just want to be by myself for now.” I compelled myself to tell him. He stared at me for a while with clear grey eyes and when I thought he wasn’t going to agree…

“Alright, wife, I’ll have a room prepared for you.”