Chapter 3 My Filthy Rich Husband

Emery's POV

"Sicko… Hey! Wake up, sicko…"

Who the hell is that?

I slowly opened my eyes and caressed my forehead. My head kinda hurts and the person shaking me isn't helping. Goddamn it! It's making me dizzy.

"Finally awake, sicko?"

I glared at Terrence Harrison-Gray, who was standing between me and the open door of the car.

"Will you stop calling me that? Weirdo."

He just scoffed and turned his back. I grabbed my bag and got out of the car. I was shocked when I saw the huge mansion in front of us. My family is rich and our house is huge but the house in front of me is twice larger than our house.

This is where he lives? Just who the hell is he? Who the hell did I marry?

"I believe the family of Craig is also rich, but why are you salivating?"

I wiped my mouth and glared at Terrence Gray when I realized he was just teasing me. I found him smirking like a complete weirdo while looking at my face.

"Shut up!"

He just smirked again and started walking towards the entry. I followed him while having a hard time walking because of my heavy wedding gown. Why did I even choose this gown?

"Ah!" I screamed when Terrence Gray suddenly lifted me from the ground.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked at him sharply. "What are you doing?"

"If this isn't obvious, I'm carrying you because you're walking like a freaking turtle."

I hissed. "That's because the wedding gown is heavy."

"Whatever!" He sarcastically rolled his eyes and continued walking. He put me on the couch when we reached the living area and I noticed a woman, obviously younger than me, looking at us from the staircase.

"How sweet!"

Terrence Gray groaned. "Shut up! You better tell me where Anne is, Tiffany."

"Why are you asking me about her? You're the fiance."

"You were the last person to see her this morning, Tiffany. Tell me where my fiancee is and don't you dare lie to me!"

I just sighed and roamed my eyes around. This house is really huge and elegant. I wonder what Terrence Harrison-Gray's occupation is. From his looks, I assume he's a businessman. If my hunch is right, then I must've heard his last name in the company or on the news.

"Why are you lashing out at me? I did not do anything, Terrence."

"Yes, you did! You probably said something to her!"

"Even if I said something to her, if she really wants to marry you, she shouldn't have run away on your wedding day! And aren't you happy? You got a substitute bride there."

My forehead creased as I looked at the young lady. She's looking at me as if checking me out.

I shot an eyebrow up and looked at her blankly. I don't care if she's related to Terrence Gray, I'm a bitch to a bitch.

The young lady rolled her eyes and turned her back.

"TIFFANY, COME BACK HERE!"

I covered my ears and looked at Terrence Gray when he shouted so loud. His face and neck were red and his blue eyes were blazing. He looked extremely angry but the young lady just went upstairs, completely ignoring him. What a brat!

"You might want to lend me some clothes and send me to my room," I said looking at my accidental groom.

He looked at me with an angry face. He's scary but strangely, I'm not scared at all.

"Sleep with that dress. I'll ask my assistant to buy you a dress tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" My forehead creased. "You don't mean I have to sleep with the same underwear, right?"

"What does it sound like to you? Why? Do you wanna wear mine instead?"

I gritted my teeth. "Nevermind! Perverted weirdo."

"Follow me," He rudely said and walked upstairs.

I had to run to catch up with him or I'd get lost in this huge mansion. We walked along the long hallway before he stopped in front of a room two rooms from the balcony.

He opened the door and looked at me as he pushed his hands inside the pocket of his pants. ‘This is your room. Just stay here and don't roam around. I'm leaving for a while so make sure you're still here when I come back or your company will suffer."

He was about to leave when I grabbed the sleeve of his suit. "Wait…"

When he looked at me, I looked him in the eyes with desperation. "You're really gonna help me, right?"

"I'm not the kind to lie about something so serious. Just obey me and I'll make sure you'll get what you want."

For some reason, I felt assured by his answer but I don't like his tone. I don't want anyone ordering me around, but for my mother's company, I will endure this. I did worse than this—having an agreement with an old perverted man who promised to give me money to save my mom's company. Staying with a weird man is nothing compared to that.

Nodding, I let go of his sleeve. "Thanks."

He just clenched his jaws, still pissed.

I swallowed hard as I watched him walk away. When he disappeared from my sight, I immediately shut the door and dropped my body on the bed.

I took my phone out and searched for his name on the web.

"Terrence….Harrison…Gray…" I mumbled as I typed his name, curious about his identity. I feel like he's a powerful and influential man.

Let's see…

I gasped and immediately sat on the bed with a shocked expression plastered on my face when information about him popped up on the screen.

‘Terrence H. Gray, 29. Born on February 2, 1995. Single. President of Empire Gray…'

My jaws literally dropped because of the information I gathered. I married the wrong guy but this guy could help me. He's even wealthier than Mr. Jones and my own family. He's a freaking billionaire.

I cupped my mouth and stared at the screen of my phone. "Good heavens!"

Is this a blessing in disguise?