Chapter 5 - My new married life

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As I woke up that morning, the bright rays of sunlight hit my face, almost blinding me. I couldn’t even tell if I had actually slept or if I had just been lying there all night, thinking. Everything felt restless, like my mind never really shut down.

“Oh, my God… what am I going to do? My life is ruined,” I whispered to myself, turning on the bed again, feeling frustrated and uneasy.

The more I thought about it, the worse it got.

How was I even going to explain this?

To my boss… who was also my lover.

To the few friends I had just managed to connect with after all these years.

“I can’t believe this,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “First time coming back home in four years… and I end up married?”

The thought alone made me irritated.

But then something crossed my mind. “Maybe… if I talk to him, he might let me leave London,” I said out loud, trying to convince myself.

At this point, I was just saying anything to feel better.

There was no point in keeping everything inside. I needed to face this somehow.

After freshening up, I picked out a comfortable pair of pants and a simple top from the closet and stepped out of my room.

Immediately after I stepped out, one of the maids greeted me.

“Good morning, madam.”

I turned and saw Josie, the head of the maids.

“Good morning, Josie… and please, you don’t have to call me madam,” I said.

She hesitated.

“I wish I could, but you’re the boss’s wife, so…”

“So what?” I stopped and turned to face her properly. “I don’t feel like a madam, so just call me Mira.”

“Okay… but what about the others?” she asked.

“What about them?” I replied, continuing to walk.

“What should they call you?”

I paused for a second, thinking.

Then Lisa’s annoying face flashed through my mind.

A small smile crept onto my lips.

“They can call me madam.”

Josie blinked a little.

“Okay… Mira.”

I smiled and continued walking toward Lucian’s room.

Just as I was about to knock, Josie spoke again.

“Are you looking for Mr. Creed?”

I turned slowly, already annoyed.

“No… I’m looking for his dead father,” I replied sarcastically. “Of course I’m looking for him. What else would I be doing here?”

“Sorry… but the boss isn’t around. He left for a business trip.”

I froze.

“What?”

“Since last night,” she said.

“What the hell?” I snapped, turning fully to her. “Why wasn’t I told? Who goes on a business trip right after getting married?”

Josie hesitated.

I clenched my jaw.

“That son of a bitch,” I muttered and stormed downstairs.

Josie called after me, but I didn’t stop. I was too annoyed to even listen.

“So he can just leave like that,” I complained angrily, “and I’m the one stuck here?”

Mary appeared behind Josie, looking confused.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” Lisa said with a smirk.

I stopped walking.

Slowly, I turned to her.

“Don’t even try me today,” I said sharply. “You won’t like yourself after.”

“Watch your mouth, Lisa,” Josie warned.

The rest of them followed behind me as I entered the sitting room.

The place was empty.

I frowned, not just because of the silence but because everything was already irritating me.

I turned back to them.

“Is there any reason all of you are following me like this?”

They exchanged looks.

“I thought you wanted us to,” Josie said.

“Why would I want that?” I snapped.

“Because you’re the boss’s wife,” she replied with a small smile.

I let out a tired sigh.

“You make it sound like that’s a good reason,” I muttered.

Dropping onto the sofa, I leaned back heavily.

“I’m sure there are women out there who would love the attention… but I’m not one of them. And I definitely don’t need people following me around everywhere.”

“Damn that jerk,” I added under my breath.

Mary stepped forward.

“Should we get you something to eat?” she asked gently.

“No, but thanks,” I replied. “If I’m hungry, I know where the kitchen is.”

With that, I picked up my phone.

Josie quietly led the others away.

Lisa, however, still looked confused.

“What’s wrong with her?” she asked. “This is the first time I’ve seen someone get married and be this angry.”

“I’m wondering the same thing,” Mary said.

Josie sighed.

“Don’t even ask me. I don’t have the strength for anything right now.”

****

As I scrolled through my phone, I saw messages everywhere.

Friends.

My boss.

My chest tightened.

How was I supposed to explain this?

“Hey boss… can we pause the promotion? I just got married…” I muttered, then stopped. “Ah! What am I even saying?”

This wedding was a complete mess.

And to worsen it, it wasn’t even a real marriage.

The more I thought about it, the more frustrated I became.

Before I knew it, I stood up and started throwing things around the sitting room.

First, a chair went flying.

Then a pillow.

Anything I could grab.

“This is so annoying!” I shouted. The room echoed with my voice.

“What are you doing?” Lisa suddenly asked, walking in.

I turned to her.

“What does it look like? ” I snapped. “I’m angry, and I need to let it out.”

A small voice in my head told me to calm down… but I couldn’t.

I wanted to break something or someone. Everything was just too much.

She sighed and fixed one of the chairs. “You do realize you’re making more work for us, right?”

I laughed dryly.

“Oh great. I wondered what purpose your presence served.” I retorted and continued thrashing the whole place.

“That’s enough,” she said, grabbing my hand.

I slapped it away.

“Ever since I heard about this marriage, I’ve been holding everything in,” I said. “Now I’m done.”

She smirked.

“Bring it on bitch. I can’t wait to wipe that smirk off your face.” Lisa spat out. “You rich bitches always get on my nerves.”

That was it.

I stepped forward.

“The first mistake you made,” I said calmly, “was thinking I’m like those people... you’ve met.”

Before she could react, I grabbed her and threw her to the ground.

She gasped.

I hit her.

Once.

Twice.

“You are a maid, a servant. Know your place.” Another slap, then punches.

“Next time you see me angry,” I said, hitting her repeatedly, “run the other way.”

She screamed for help.

I could hear footsteps.

Voices.

But I didn’t stop.

Everything I was feeling just poured out.

****

“What the—” Ken stared at the screen in shock. The house was a mess.

Know he understood why having cameras installed in the mansion was a good idea.

Meanwhile, Lucian didn’t even look up.

“Are the cameras working?” he asked calmly.

Startled, Ken was momentarily frozen.

“What?”

Only then did Lucian lift his head. “I asked if there were issues with the cameras.”

Frantically hiding the tablet behind his back. “Oh… I haven’t checked yet,” Ken replied with a lie.

“No?” Lucian asked with a raised brow.

“No, sir.”

Lucian leaned back on the sofa, disregarding his work shortly.

He knew that was a lie, and Ken lying meant something had gone wrong.

“Then why is the tablet behind your back instead of my desk?” he asked quietly.

Ken’s heart dropped.

Shit.