Chap. 6: I AM NOT YOUR WIFE

**Nicole's POV**

The drive to his house was taking too long, and it was becoming boring staying inside the car and doing nothing. I turned to look at Easton, but he had a straight expression as he looked ahead.

I sighed and tucked a strand of hair behind my ears. This wasn't how I pictured my life to be at all. I was supposed to be on my own, planning my revenge against those dimwits, but here I am, going to live in someone else's house as his wife. No one needs to tell me what can happen if this goes into the news.

They'd probably say I seduced him and wanted to use his money to make a comeback.

“Aren't we there yet?” I asked him.

All I wanted right now was a place to rest my head and get rid of all these thoughts twirling in my head.

Easton turned to look at me, his gaze softening. “What? Are you that excited to see where I live, wifey?” He asked and I became annoyed.

“Stop calling me your wife, Mr. Easton.” I replied formally, but he shrugged and looked away from me.

“You're my wife now, Nicole. Learn to live with it because we're going to be together for a very long time.” After saying that, his facial expression changed, showing he wasn't interested in having any conversation with me again. 

I sighed and looked through the window. I hope I'm making the right decision. We soon arrived at a golden gate, and my mouth dropped open as the gate opened, and we were driven in.

“Shit!” It was a mansion and… damn, it was beautiful. It had a water fountain in the middle and the compound was expansive. The building was a huge one and the exterior decor was something to die for.

Everything screamed money, and I couldn't help but gush at it. The car parked, and we got down, as he led me into the mansion.

When I entered, I began to question myself if this was where I was actually going to be staying, or if he just wanted to show me and then take me to a more moderate one. It was like everything was made of glass.

I couldn't keep my eyes to myself and scanned everywhere with my curious gaze. I looked down at the floor below me and could even see my reflection on the tiles. I knew Easton was rich, but not this rich. 

“Don't stare too much, you might make it look less beautiful.” His voice boomed behind me and I turned to look at him with a frown on my face.

“It's my eyes, and I am entitled to look at anything I feel like looking at, the same way I'm looking at you now.” I answered.

“Well, this is my house, and I'm entitled to stop you from looking at it. I know you can't afford something like this, so take it easy, so you wouldn't steal my house whenever you're leaving.” He smirked, and I felt like tearing him to shreds.

How can a human being be so arrogant? What the heck!

I was about to say something when he snapped his fingers and an elderly looking man, dressed in a suit with neatly styled hair, walked in. The man didn't look too old, but he wasn't young either. I already knew who he was; a butler. I've seen how they're dressed in movies and this man wasn't far from it.

He bowed to Easton as he came.

“Steve, meet Nicole Brennan, my wife.” He introduced me to the man.

“I'm not your—”

“Welcome, madam,” He bowed to me. “You're the famous model, Nicole Brennan. I'm so honored to meet you. I'm a big fan.” He bowed again, and I gave him a weak smile.

Famous Model? Not anymore. Yes, I'm famous, but not for something I expected, I'm well-known for the lies and betrayals people I trusted threw me into. 

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Steve.” I smiled back at him and he chuckled.

“The pleasure is all mine.”

My eyes went to Easton, who looked a bit amused. There was no way he wouldn't know I was a model before marrying me, right? What if I use that against him, and he let me go?

“Why do you look so shocked, Mr. Easton, don't you know I'm a model? If you don't, then it's a shame because you should know the person you're about to get married to in and out. But since you don't me, I guess we can say our goodbyes from here because you can never tell how many secrets I have hidden, so you don't know a tiny bit about me.” I started heading to the door, but he snaked his hand around my waist and pulled me to himself.

“Miss. Nicole Brennan, I'm sure you know the kind of person I am. I'm the king of the entertainment industry and just by looking at it, I know you're a model. Why do you think I accepted your proposal—”

“Shhh!” I quickly shushed him, so he wouldn't blab it all out that I was the one who proposed to him. “I already understand where you're headed, so cut me some slack!” I rolled my eyes.

He chuckled and turned to Mr. Steve. “Take Wifey to her new room, please. It must be a room beside mine. Make sure she's comfortable before leaving, and oh by tomorrow I'll get her a maid and the room will be designed to her taste,” He ordered and I sighed. He turned to look at me, with that annoying smirk on his lips. “You can follow him to your room now, my lovely wife.”

“I am not your wife!” I snapped at him.

“Oh yes, you are. I didn't forcefully get married to you, right?” He smiled at me, but I knew it was a smile of mockery.

“I had no idea what I was doing. Besides, I didn't force you either. You took advantage of my helpless state.”

“That's where you're wrong, wifey. I accepted your pleas and made you a happily drunk woman.” He placed his hand on his forehead and winked at me, then gestured for his Butler to take me.

“Right this way, madam.” Mr. Steve held my hand as he took to the stairs and started leading me up it.

“Take it easy with her. My wife is very fragile.”

I sighed and looked back down at Easton, who winked before walking away. When we got to the room, I slumped on the bed and covered my face with the pillow.

“Do you want something?” Mr. Steve asked.

“I want to get out of here!” I screamed into the pillow.

“Don't worry, with time, you'll love it here. Mr. Easton is a nice person,” He tried to defend his boss, which was pretty much expected of him.

I scoffed and pressed the pillow tighter to my face.

“If you need anything, I'm only a call away.” 

I nodded and could hear him walking out. When he closed the door, I screamed again.

“I want to get out of here!”