Chapter 3

Amelia walked into Andrew Reynolds mansion, her mouth hanging open at the luxury surrounding her. She couldn't believe this was going to be her home now. 

As she looked around, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the sheer scale and beauty of the structures surrounding her. The towering marble columns, the glittering chandeliers, and the intricate moldings and frescoes on the ceiling were like nothing she had ever seen.

Andrew motioned to a maid, who took Amelia by the arm and led her up the stairs to her room.

She settled onto the bed, taking in her surroundings. "Maybe this isn't so bad," she thought to herself. 

She was about to remove her dress, when the door to her room burst open, and in walked her boyfriend, Henry.

Amelia froze in shock. "What are you doing here?" "How did you get in?" she asked, her voice shaking.

Henry rushed towards her, trying to kiss her, but she pushed him away. "Get out of here! You abandoned me at the train station! We were supposed to elope!" she yelled at him.

Henry took a step back with a sad look in his eyes. "I couldn't come that night," he said quietly. "I found out my cousin was the one marrying you."

Amelia's mind raced. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Henry took a deep breath. "Andrew Reynolds is my cousin!" He said.

Amelia sat down on the bed, her mind whirling. This was a nightmare, and she couldn't seem to wake up from it, her heart racing with confusion and disbelief. 

"Then why didn't you come to the train station immediately you found out your cousin was going to marry me?" she questioned.

"It was for the best, Amelia," he replied calmly, explaining to her why he had changed his mind.

"What do you mean it was for the best?" she asked, her voice shaking. "I thought we were in love and wanted to be together."

He took a step forward; his expression was serious. 

"We are in love, Amelia," he said. "But think about it; we could have everything we ever wanted with all that money and power. You could have access to all his money and properties."

Amelia took a step back, feeling like she had been hit in the chest. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You didn't show up at the train station so I could marry him for his money for us?" 

"Amelia, once you have a child for him, he'll give you and your child everything," he said, "and then we'll run away together. Just the three of us. We'll start a new life, far away from here."

She was in a whirlwind when she heard this come out of his mouth. Her hurt and anger were too much for her to bear, and she acted on instinct.

She lifted her hand, and before realizing what she was doing, she brought it down across his cheek with a loud slap.

Her hand was still stinging from where she had just slapped him. Tears were streaming down her face as she tried to process the shocking words he had just spoken to her.

"How could you suggest something like that?" she demanded, her voice shaking with anger and hurt. "I thought you loved me!"

He took a step back, his expression changing from confidence to guilt, then fear. "Amelia, I do love you," he said, his voice wavering. "But think about it, with all that money and power, we could have everything we ever wanted."

Amelia was about to reply when the door suddenly opened, and her husband walked in. He looked from her to Henry, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. 

"What's going on here?" he asked, his voice cold and stern.

Amelia quickly composed herself. "He's your cousin, right?" she said, gesturing to Henry. "He came looking for you."

Andrew stood there, staring at them.

Amelia then turned to Henry and said firmly, "He'll be leaving now," making it clear that the visit was over.

He turned to Andrew and mouthed, "It was nice meeting your wife, congrats." And with that, he decisively left the room.

Andrew stood there in the room, his presence causing her heart to race with a mix of fear and anger. 

"I want you to leave too," she said, her voice firm. "I need to undress."

Andrew chuckled, ignoring her request. "You should get used to it, Amelia. After all, we are husband and wife." he whispered in her ear suggestively. 

With a quick movement, he unzipped her dress, letting it fall below her breast. Amelia felt exposed and vulnerable and could feel fear creeping up her spine.

She was breathing fast, her chest rising and falling with each nervous inhale and exhale.

As the material parted, he let out a low growl, admiring the sight of her delicate, silky skin.

Amelia's heart was pounding in her chest as she felt Andrew's hands wrap around her waist, pulling her close. His touch was electric, sending shivers down her spine as he trailed his hands from her belly button up to her chest.

His fingers found her full, firm breasts, and he couldn't resist the urge to fondle them. Amelia gasped at his touch, her heart racing even faster as he continued to tantalize her.

Andrew's breath was hot against her ear as he whispered, "Get ready, today we consummate our marriage."

Amelia's knees went weak at his words, and she leaned into him, completely surrendering to his touch.

He ran his tongue down the sensitive skin of her neck, up her ears, while still fondling her breasts. He could feel her body stiffen under his touch. He stopped suddenly and pulled back after he noticed she was tense.

"We'll continue tomorrow, rest up." He said, as he opened the door and walked out.

Andrew was aware of her relationship with his cousin, Henry, and that was why he sped up the wedding so she wouldn't elope with him. Nothing can be hidden from Andrew Reynolds.

He had been admiring Amelia from afar for a very long time, as her father was going bankrupt and came to him for partnership, he used the opportunity to claim Amelia.

Andrew strode down the hallway, his footsteps echoing on the hardwood floors. His mind was focused on one goal: to claim Amelia's body as his own, so she wouldn't think of any other man.

He walked out of the room leaving Amelia standing there in a daze. She was still trying to process the intense emotions that had just flowed through her body. 

As she walked over to the dressing mirror, she looked at herself, taking in her flushed skin and slightly disheveled hair. She could still feel Andrew's body all over her.

She couldn't believe what had just happened. No one had ever made her feel that way, not even Henry, her boyfriend of four months. Henry was a great guy, but he had never been able to elicit the same kind of passion and desire from her that Andrew had just evoked.

Amelia couldn't help but wonder if she could ever break free from this toxic cycle she got herself into with her billionaire husband, Andrew, and his cousin, Henry, who was also her boyfriend.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She knew she had no choice but to embrace her new life as Mrs. Reynolds.

With a sense of resignation, Amelia got up and walked into the bathroom. She turned on the shower, letting the hot water wash away her feelings of anger, fear, and frustration.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but feel like a stranger in her own body. She was now Mrs. Reynolds, a name that felt foreign on her lips. 

"I am now Mrs. Reynolds," she said to herself as if trying to convince herself of the reality of her situation.

She stood under the shower, lost in thoughts as the water cascaded down her body. She turned to the mirror again and blurted out. "I am Mrs. Reynolds.