Mr. Billioneire Wife
We are married (Revision)

Grace opened her eyes, surprised to find her body hovering above the air. Handsome, one word that described this scene in front of him.

In an instant Grace forgot all about what happened to her because she was too fascinated by Damian's good looks.

"Wake up, baby?" asked with a distinctive hoarse voice. Sounds sexy in Grace's ears. Silence, Grace was still looking at Damian's face. Bold eyelashes, thick eyebrows, and ash pupils. Damian's good looks are above average.

Anxious to see Grace silent, Damian commented a faint smile. Then, landed a short kiss on Grace's lips.

The deg! deg! deg! Grace's heart is racing. Didn't expect Damian to kiss her all of a sudden. Especially this at the airport, a public place that often people come to.

For some reason, Grace's cheeks suddenly heat up. Embarrassed. This sweet treat Grace expected from Alex first. Remembering Alex's name, he immediately regained consciousness and immediately rebelled.

"Down me!" his orders. Occasionally pushing the chest of Damian's field hoping that he lost his balance and fell. However, Damian was not daunted in the slightest. He even laughed and stared at her.

"No way!" answer's relaxed. Continuing his steps back towards sports cars that are not far from their current position.

"How dare you kiss me!" angry Grace, do not accept if her first kiss is taken by Damian.

"What's wrong, you're my wife. I have every right to do more than that kiss!" answering with one eyebrow pulled up. Wonder.

Silent, Grace gave up on choosing to drown her face in the chest of Damian's field. Grace is so embarrassed now. How not, all eyes are on them.

Damian took Grace into the car. Even to this day Damian is reluctant to release Grace. It was as if Grace's body was a huge doll that gave off warmth.

Adam rode the car at moderate speed, occasionally his eyes glanced upwards. Precisely on the rearview mirror. Adam confirmed the situation.

All along the journey only silence was enveloped. Grace and Damian were both silent. Observing the outside scenery, yes even though Damian often stole the view.

Fifteen minutes passed, the luxurious car entered the grounds of the luxurious mansion. Grace widened her eyes. Shock weight. Didn't expect Damian to be this rich.

Who and what Damian's job is. Is Damian a president, the guard in this mansion is very strict. There's no way Damian's a regular guy.

"Let's go in, baby!" take Damian. Hands out, hoping Grace shakes it. Unfortunately Grace ignores Damian's helping hand and gets out of the car.

Grace stood stiff, should she enter now. But this is not his house. Don't expect Grace to consider this luxurious Mansion as her home.

"Come on!" take Damian again. Clasped Grace's waist without permission. Grace can only resign because her body and energy are outnumbered by Damian. As a result Grace let Damian take her inside.

As soon as she reached the living room, Grace brushed off Damian's hand and shouted for release. However, it is not Damian's name if you take it for granted.

"I'm going back to London!" preparing to walk away, Damian's burly hand restrains Grace's wrist.

"You'll stay here, with me. Because we're married!" damian, stressing the word marriage. Grace needs to understand. The status is no longer single. They're already married.

Protest, Grace was about to open her voice. However, Damian did not budge and instead landed a kiss on the forehead. If Alex does, maybe Grace will fall asleep. But this is Damian, Grace has never met or known him.

"I'm not your wife, but the stuff you bought from my dad!" grievance Grace. Counteracts. The fact is Damian did trade Grace for a partnership.

"I beg you, let me get out of here." started crying. Tired, Grace is not strong anymore. I think Grace just wanted to give up. The test God gave was very difficult.

"I'm not gonna let you go. For now or later, take it!" Damian asserted ownership. His face turned serious. Indicates that Damian is not messing with his words.

"Why, what do you want from me?" Grace asked again. It's only natural that Grace rebelled and rejected Damian's love. They don't know each other. They are only strangers bound by the bonds of marriage. And that's forced marriage.

"I want your heart, baby!"answer quickly. His voice was low, his gaze was weakened. Everything Damian feels is true.

Damian just wants Grace to accept the reality, stay and go through the sorrows together. For love, believe me the feeling will come in time. If not now maybe later. When Grace used to live in this Mansion.

Damian's goal now is to heal Grace's wounds and fill Grace's days with happiness. That's just nothing more.

Grace was still silent, her mind raging. What Damian said just now was enough to make her overwhelmed. However, they did not know each other and never met. Grace is uncomfortable being around Damian.

Eventually they reached the third floor. Damian opens the door to the room, as the masculine scent bursts into Grace's sense of smell.

"Dress and clean yourself up, I'll go to the study for a while!" Grace did not answer. Choose to shut up and go inside.

Tired breathing is often heard. Looks like Damian has to be patient in dealing with this problem.

Grace sat on the edge of the bed. Silence the view, observe this bedroom. Spacious and luxurious. Like the Sultan's room in general.

Geck! poke! poke! the knocking was heard repeatedly. Before finally the door opened, displaying the figure of a middle-aged woman.

"Good afternoon, miss, my name is Ellie. The head maid in this mansion. In the future I will serve you, Miss!" Ellie introduced herself. Grace smiled clumsyly, commenting on the thin smile in response.

"Anu.. Where's the bathroom?" asked Grace doubtfully. Ellie smiled faintly at her confused young miss.

"I'll show you, as well as prepare your bathtub, miss!" Grace nodded three times. Then, walk slow. Follow Ellie from behind.

"Please, miss!" Grace went into the bathroom. Very spacious and clean. There are many treatments in this place.

Grace observes Ellie busy pouring various scents into the bathtub. Cherry blossom scent, Ellie know her favorite scent?

"Clean yourself, miss. I'll get your clothes ready!" ellie said as soon as she finished preparing the bathub.

"No, Ellie. I'll take it myself. Where's my clothes?" ask Grace. Ellie smiled faintly, then showed her a walk in closet.

"That's right over there, Miss!"

"Alright, I'll prepare it myself. You just go, I'll call you if I need anything!" Ellie smiled kindly, then nodded.

"Well, ladies, then excuse me!" short bow. Before leaving Grace alone.

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The clock shows at eight o'clock. And Damian's not back yet. Grace rolled to and fro, dispelling the boredom.

"Miss, can you come out for a second?" ellie's voice was heard softly, accompanied by the knocking of the door repeatedly. Grace sighed softly, forcing herself to stand up and open the door.

“Sorry to disturb miss! young master asks you to come downstairs for dinner together.” Grace saw the nervousness in Ellie's face, what Damian was angry about right now.

“Alright!” grace replied, telling the old woman to walk first. Grace followed from behind, her eyes looking all over the mansion looking for CCTV as well as the exit.Too busy observing to make Grace unaware when it reached the dining room.

"Please miss!" Grace sat in the seat furthest from Damian's seat. Some maids advanced, preparing dishes and spoons.

The food served was also not an ordinary meal, obviously a high-end dish served by the best chefs. However, all of these dishes were unappetizing, so Grace sat still and looked at him without interest.

"Eat, baby!" reprimand Damian with an urgent voice. Grace turned her face away, along with Damian making her appetite disappear. It was as if his throat was refusing to swallow.

"You don't want to, hm?"

"Call the cook who cooks today!"

TB

warnings!

this story is just fiction that the author created in accordance with the author's imagination so please do not take it seriously. 🙏