Tricked into Marrying my One-Night Stand

The mansion was awfully quiet now that I was alone in this big empty prison I now have to call home. Xavier was in a rush last night, and I had no intention of stopping him. Somehow, being alone after being surrounded by people the whole week was comforting. Looking around, the lavish master's bedroom the size of an apartment is empty. I didn't notice it yesterday but it looked soulless.

There was merely a king-sized bed, a night stand, and a walk-in closet. “How odd,” I muttered before getting out of bed and leaving the bedroom. The halls were eerily empty, the lights were still turned off. “How cute,” I muttered after spotting a photo on the wall of Xavier’s childhood days where he was frowning.

A maid suddenly walked towards me, dropping a whole bucket of water on my clothes. There was a loud splash from the water hitting my body, and a loud thud from the bucket hitting the floor.

My eyes darted to her while her expression looked mildly irritated before softening. “I’m so sorry, Ms. Rhea Moore,” she apologized as she picked up the bucket from the floor. Thinking my eyes must be deceiving me, my eyes furrowed.

It didn’t look like she meant it but her expression was strange. Why even call me by that name in the first place? Didn’t I just marry their employer?

“Watch where you’re going,” I snapped angrily.

She bowed down and walked away. I went back to the bedroom and took a shower, before leaving the bedroom again. This time, a couple maids were gossiping. When they turned to look at me, their smiles faded.

Walking past the maids, their eyes were piercing the back of my skull. “What is up with these people?” I muttered before l stumbled downstairs and saw the kitchen. I’m famished since I haven’t eaten since last night.

“Isn’t it odd he left her the night of their wedding?” I hid behind the wall after spotting people talking. They seemed to be cleaning the kitchen and I listened closely.

“Everyone knew their marriage wasn’t going to last,” the other one answered and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Even now I can’t catch a break.

The moment I walked inside, the smug smiles they had on their face was gone. They simply avoided eye contact and left the room. Somehow there were a lot of people in the mansion but they seemed to be avoiding me.

The whole day I spent in the mansion, no one spoke to me. Even when I tried to ask for help with meals, no one even offered a hand.

I have no idea how to cook, I was forced to eat some burnt eggs I desperately tried cooking. “What useless maids did he hire? How annoying,” I murmured, knowing they were completely doing this on purpose.

I don’t want to be bothered so I’ll let it slide.

I thought everything would be okay, that they’d just completely ignore me. But I was dead wrong. Strolling through the empty mansion, I felt the ice-cold bucket of water once again hit my body. I stood there in disbelief, shaken to my core.

I was dripping wet like a puppy.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” I turned around to look at who threw the water, but there was no one there.

Breathing heavily while my vision turned red, I looked through the mansion until I spotted a couple maids. “Serves her right. She’s not even part of the family,” I heard a blonde woman say while holding onto a mop.

“He’d snap back to his senses… I know he’d prefer me,” she added and I stared at her in disbelief. My fist clenched in anger. Not because of what she said, but because of how they’ve been treating me.

“Blondes are what most men are into. I’m sure he’s no different.” My hair was dark brown that reached my midwaist. The audacity of this woman.

“A mistress doesn’t sound so bad.” Her irritating smile made my blood boil. One thing I hate in the world is disrespect.

My body was dripping wet from the cold water yet my whole being was hot and angry. I stormed closer to her, everyone around noticing my presence but her. Once she turned to look at me, it was too late. “You want to play games? I’ll show you my games.” I yanked her hair hard, pulled her head down.

Her so-called friends gasped but couldn’t do anything.

My vision has been all red, piled with anger and frustration since yesterday. She grabbed my hand gripping onto her hair but I continued pulling her. “Are you enjoying this?!” I asked while she screamed at me.

“You psycho–” She whimpered as I dragged her down the stairs.

When I reached the first floor, everyone was already looking at us in disbelief. Her long blonde hair wrapped around my fingers, her body dragging on the floor. My breathing was ragged, my eyes cold and menacing.

Before I could do anything else, the two front doors opened. The sun shone from the sun blinding me, as the man who had been gone for two days walked inside. Everyone froze including me. “Well if it isn’t Mr. Xavier Ackres,” I said sarcastically.

I forced the woman to stand up and pushed her towards him.

“If you were going to marry me, at least have the decency to have a mistress hotter than me!” I screamed, my voice echoed as everyone stayed silent.

It’s not really the issue but she dared imply I was uglier than her.

“Is this how you really treat your wife?” I walked towards him with seething anger. His eyes darted down my body, my clothes still dripping with water. His expression was unreadable, he was stoic and only stared at me and no one else.

“Leave.” His voice was low and dangerous.

“LEAVE!” Everyone scattered away, including the woman I dragged along with me. His voice was like a grueling thunder. Intimidating and commanding. There, standing under the sunshine by the massive mansion doors, stood the two of us. My body was shaking from rage while he walked towards me.