Chapter 4

I walked down from the car and I almost vomited because of what was flashed before my eyes. It wasn't a house. I prefer to call it a palace. The design of this magnificent mansion was incredibly pushing me to feel ashamed to make a move closer to it.

It wasn't just tall, wide, and big. But it was extravagant, well built and maintained. The design was more similar to the palace of heaven that I usually saw on television and posters. There were touches of gold that made the light run through every part of the place.

My mouth was still open until I heard Martin clear his throat.

I look at him. He noticed that I was amused with everything I just saw.

“Miss Valerie Wills, why are you so surprised by what you saw? Aren't you just as rich as our master?”

“Ah, he's richer than any rich person I knew.”

For some reason, I quite understand why among the rich men, my parents dictated my marriage to this mysterious man.

He is not just rich but he is very rich. The field around his mansion is tiled, it has a large garden that can hold any kind of party.

As Martin and I walked towards the door, he remained silent.

“Do you really know your master, Martin?”

“He is Mister Suarez. Rich.” Those were the only answers he gave.

My shoulders just drop. No one really knows who he is and important information about him.

“Who are his companions here? Does he have family or relatives with him in this mansion?” I'm curious.

“Besides his name and fame in the field of business, I don't know anything about him. Many say they know his name. But no one knows the true story of my master's life yet. Even his face has not been seen by anyone,” Martin replied.

“Really?” I asked, full of surprise.

I was too focused on studying and taking care of my body, and myself, so I wasn't able to find out and get to know people like Mister Suarez. I thought that after I studied hard and graduated I would fly abroad and continue my life there or else I would stay in our own company and learn how to run it.

But neither of those happened. Because I am here now in the mansion where I will spend my life until I grow old for the wealth that my parents desire.

“Yes, Miss Valerie Wills. He doesn't want to be interviewed on any talk show and he doesn't want to hear people talk about him. Actually, there is no need to talk about his wealth. The whole world knows that.”

I swallowed, can't believe about Mister Suarez.

“How is that possible?”

“For him, it is possible in his own ways.”

I almost covered my face when the big door of the mansion opened. Its interior is bright so you can clearly see the luxurious things inside it. Almost everything has a touch of gold.

The interior design of the mansion is unique. It was like an antique house, but everything seemed to be perfectly placed in their own places.

The living room of the mansion is spacious. If I were to lie, I would say that it is triple the size of the ground floor of a mall.

Two facing lines of his maids greeted me. They are bent over and can't look at me.

Martin and I passed among the maids.

The line of maids ended and then the men were seen facing each other, they must have been the butlers.

It took us a few minutes to find the first case of the stairs. I looked up and could hardly breathe at what I saw, a golden staircase whose handles on the sides were made of bronze and silver.

“Am I in heaven?” I asked in my mind.

It's really true that the interior set up of Mister Suarez's mansion is like heaven.

My mind was interrupted when I heard loud footsteps coming from above. A few moments later I saw his legs hidden inside a black slacks. My gaze rose and stopped between her thighs.

I just swallowed when his tenting crotch is coming near me. I pressed my lips together because my mind asks how long his shaft is.

Trying to move on, I lifted my gaze on his body that was clothed with a white long sleeve.

I sweated cold and sticky when I saw the middle part of his hard chest. It has a few visible strands of hair and those are the reason why it is so good to look at.

I didn't make an effort to look up at his face anymore because when he went down the last case of the stairs that was between us earlier, his face was totally levelled with mine.

As expected, he was wearing a mask. His mask was shiny black.

I hate to say this but his mask makes him look hot, especially with his posture with both upper parts of his long sleeve unbuttoned.

The memory of what happened in the private room of the event hall where the masquerade ball took place popped into the corner of my head.

I then withdrew my gaze and just threw it around.

“You can now leave her with me, Martin,” he said to his subject.

Martin looked at me and nodded as his way of letting me know he would be going now. I thanked him with my mouth open but no sound was heard.

I was suddenly struggling because of what I remember. It was that kiss that made me think low of myself and embarrassed to look at his eyes.

He turned his back on me.

“Let's go upstairs, Miss Wills,” he said coldly.

What I thought before I came here was that he would tease me because I kissed him. But it seems that he doesn't care about that matter anymore.

Well, what am I expecting from him? Maybe he was already used to kissing some woman, and he just didn't want other people to know about it, so that his name wouldn't be ruined.

I make an annoyed face while I am following him upstairs.

“I'm sorry for the mansion's setup, Miss Wills, because my assistants and butlers were not prepared.”

Is he out of his mind? Sorry? For what? He said his assistants were not prepared. Like, what the heck? His mansion is so clean. Honestly, it's embarrassing to walk on its floor because of the shine it has.

“Leave it and next time I will tell them ahead of time that you are coming,” he added.

It's a good thing I wasn't wearing my seven inch heels, because my feet happened to be injured in case. We've been climbing for a while but we're only halfway up the stairs.

“What do you think of this place, Miss Wills? I'm sorry if it's small and messy,” he said.

Was that sarcasm?

I still didn't speak. I didn't know how to respond to what he said until we finally got to the second floor of the mansion.

He turned to me and smiled.

“You've quite got the stamina, Miss Wills. Look at you, you didn't even get tired even though the stairs we walked were quite long. Well that's good, you also need to get used to it because in the near future you will be living here.”

“Yeah,” I answered briefly and just smiled.

I don't want him to see that I'm upset with him and the way he's being sarcastic.

I can't call Mister Suarez humble because I know that attitude he showed me today is far from that.

Is his mansion small? Hell! It seems like it can fit three houses as big as ours!

Is the mansion messy? My side bangs are even messier compared to this.

But instead of interrupting what he was saying, I only smiled back.

“Let's go this way,” he said to me.

I followed him until we entered a room with the same design as our living room.

We went to the sofa and sat down.

He sat opposite to me. He crossed his legs and took the news paper and started to read with his eyes.

“Mister Suarez, isn't it we're here to talk about our marriage,” I said because of my annoyance.

“The night is too young to discuss that, Miss Wills. Let me finish this article first,” he said.

I won't argue anymore. I'm afraid he might do bad to me.

It's a good thing because when he finished he paid attention to me.

“So, what do you want now? What kind of wedding do you prefer?”

His question caught my attention. I think it's not bad to tell him about my dream wedding.

Excitement aroused inside my heart. I clasped hands and sighed with relief.

“Honestly, I want to get married inside the church where my family, friends and people I know are present. I want to experience the traditional wedding I dreamed of when I was young,” I said in a straightforward manner.

He carried his stare from the floor to me. As his eyes nailed at mine, I could feel how I am slowly melting.

“No. Let's get married in the West. Apparently, we have to get married because of money and business alone. It's not because of love so that church wedding is not an option.”

In order to hide the dismay I felt, I just laughed.

“Of course, Mister Suarez! West is the best venue for our wedding. You are right, it's not for love but for business alone.”

I managed to hide my feelings in my outside appearance. But my heart was torn, and my head was stabbed with the pain he caused.

I only get married once. I thought that would be special. But I'm wrong because I'm going to marry a man who doesn't love me, and the wedding I want won't happen.

Maybe all I could do is say goodbye to my dream wedding.