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Emily

The way to the Spencer mansion is like a daze. I can feel the hatred emitting from Erick.

“Look, I don’t want your money. We will divorce as soon as we reach the four months. I will sign whatever contract or agreement you want me to.”

He lets out an empty laugh and does not respond. We drive in silence until we reach the biggest mansion I have ever seen. I figured out that he is filthy rich by how he is so convinced that I am after his money, but not this. Everything here, even the gate and driveway screams money.

A few minutes later I am sitting in the lounge with my heart pounding. Erick looked like he wanted to kill me before the maid called him away.

“Are you fucken’ kidding me!” an angry voice booms. “You are engaged to Rose and you go and get hitched in a casino?”

That must be the Master Spencer or Spencer senior the PA mentioned. He sounds angry. I look around for a chance to run away and not see it. This place has guards everywhere. There is one currently watching me.

“I was drugged, Dad. This bitch did it,” Erick explains. He is loud. I bet even the maids can hear him. Some give me disgusted looks.

The shouting lasts a good hour with very colourful words labelling me. I have officially become a gold-digger in this mansion.

“Mr Spencer, I apologise for all this. I swear I had no idea that my friend would do this. I don’t want any of your money. We will divorce when the four months is over. I will sign any agreement you want me to,” I say the moment they walk into the lounge.

No one says anything. That is when I notice the people now watching me. The old grey-haired man probably in his eighties must be Master Spencer. The younger one, looking a lot like Erick must be the Spencer senior and the classy looking woman in her forties must be his mother.

“Did you sleep together?” the old man asks.

I swallow my saliva, and turn to Erick, who does not respond.

I shake my head. “I think we were too drugged,” I lie. I can feel the dull pain between my legs, but this way is less complicated.

“Erick?” the old man questions and Erick still does not respond.

“Pearl?” the old man calls out and the PA rushes in.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Did they consummate?”

My heart starts pounding.

“Yes, Sir. Miss West was a virgin. The sheets at the casino had the stain.”

I momentarily close my eyes. That was not how I planned for my first time to be.

“There is no option for divorce then,” the old man says while I frantically shake my head.

“No, Sir. I can’t stay married to him. We will divorce.”

I don’t know if I said something wrong because the PA gives me a shocked expression.

“It is not a suggestion. We will have a formal dignified ceremony this afternoon.”

“Erick is engaged to Rose, Dad. The Millers will not take kindly to this betrayal. She does not want to marry Erick, perhaps let us…”

“The Millers will have to get over it. Give them a big contract as compensation or whatever they want. This marriage has been consummated. Spencer’s never divorce.”

“With all due respect, Sir. This is my life and I want a divorce. Erick hates me and I do too. One of us will die if you force us into this.”

The room goes into dead silence before the old man speaks, sinking my heart.

“I don’t argue with anyone. You might be an orphan but you have friends and foster parents and siblings you care about. You will remain Erick’s wife. Death will do you apart.”

My breathing picks up, I feel like walls are closing in on me. I am suffocating. I must have passed out because I wake up on a massive king size bed and Erick glaring at me.

“Grandfather has taken away over a billion of my asserts for your disrespect. Do me a favour and shut your big mouth around him.”

I sit up and wince at the pounding headache I still have.

“We will remain married on paper only. You will be the damn Mrs Spencer in public, don’t expect love from me. I have a woman I love, I will not lose her because of you. Oppose me and I will kill your friends.”

I nod my head and drink the water next to the bed.

“Good. Wedding designers will be here soon.”

An hour later, with media all over, and fake smiles of a perfect match, I wed Erick Spencer.

Jesse and Stela are in attendance, looking like a million dollar. I wonder where they got all that money from, because their salaries would never cover those bags alone.

“You set me up,” I accuse the moment we are alone and they think they did me a favour.

“Are you fucken real right now?” I yell, unintentionally drawing attention.

“I had my whole life planned out. Why would you do this to me?”

They just look at me like I am mad. They don’t see anything wrong with what they did. How the hell did I become friends with them?

“I have no choice but be this trophy wife because his grandfather will kill you and my foster family and my arrogant asshole of a husband will kill you,” I spell it out to them. Maybe they will see how this is no fairytale.

I hold my breath when Eric comes to my side and roughly holds my waist. He flashes me a smile until the reporters stop taking photos.

“Making a scene with the press around will shorten these two whore’s lives. This is the only warning you will get.”

I let out a sigh when he walks away.

“Sorry, Friend. We just wanted you to loosen up a bit and things got out of hand,” Jesse explains.

“He is wealthy. It can’t be all bad, right?”

I shake my head and leave them there. They just toyed with my life and still think it can’t be so bad.

It is nighttime when Erick walks in. I was hoping never to see him until we have to show up in public but it is not my lucky day.

“We are to fuck and give the Spencer’s an heir.”

The way he says this tells me that it is an order from his grandfather.

“The first time was an accident. I am never sleeping with you,” I grit my teeth. Surely he has some boundaries.

“Relax, Whore. I will die before touching you again. Just tell them what they want to hear. I will find a doctor to declare you barren after a few months.”

I am strangely happy with this.

We go for breakfast in the morning and find his grandfather and parents there.

The food on the table is the best quality, yet I have no appetite.

“Eat up. The Spencer heir has to be healthy,” the old man says and I now know that it is a command.

“Emily and I will be moving to my mansion today,” Erick announces and the old man laughs.

“Not until she is pregnant.”

“Grandfather!” Erick cries.

“Pregnancy can take years, Dad,” Mrs Spencer replies but the old man is the law here.

“They will stay here until they are pregnant.”

We all eat in silence. I hope Erick can buy a doctor to forge a pregnancy test. Master Spencer is authoritative, I don’t think I will be able to keep my mouth shut for too long.

Four weeks later, a maid brings me a pregnancy test, which comes back negative. An hour after that the physician comes to check me and take my bloods.

“Damn it!” Erick curses when I tell him. He is the less evil now. Him and I have to survive his controlling grandfather. So, we are allies of sort now.

That evening, we find a maid in our suite.

“I have to observe the two of you together.”

“Excuse me?”

“The results show no reason you have not conceived,” she explains I am stunned. Is this how weird rich people are?