MARRIED TO MR POPULAR: My Husband Is An Arrogant Billionaire

It's my wedding night! I'm supposed to shout and scream in joy right? But hell no! I am sleeping on the damn uncomfortable couch still in my wedding dress. I got married to Jace Williams. The popular American musician. I know nothing about my husband, I recently found out about his name and his career. He is popular, I supposed to know him but I don't. Am not a fan of music and I don't know any musicians. I grew up in a small city in Texas with my late parents and I wasn't exposed to most things, especially social life. My father died when I was thirteen and I recently lost my mother and that was last year after my eighteenth birthday. It was the darkest day of my life... I became an orphan on that day. My mother who was my only source of strength after my father's death left me too. I was left to thrive alone in this cruel world. It wasn't easy as I went through a lot. I dropped out of school because I couldn't fund my education. All my mother's life savings varnished in the hospit

I saunter downstairs through the wide spiral staircase which looks like the type of staircase that can be found in a castle. This mansion is extraordinary, every single thing around here screams wealth. I haven't even viewed the other space in the house, just the little I've seen makes me ponder if I will ever fit into this family or if I made a mistake becoming the daughter in-law of this family. It looks like I am still yet to understand the excessiveness of the family I got married into and the distance between my life and theirs. As I was taking in the beauty of the living room which looks like the whole house of some average families, I heard someone's voice behind me. It was even now that I realized that no one had come down for breakfast. I was rushing downstairs thinking that I was late not knowing that none of the family members had arrived for the dinning. It seems they are not hungry. Well, I am ravenous and need some chunk of food in my empty stomach.“Hi!" I hear the sam

The breakfast wasn't something pleasing. Mr Williams made these people's hatred towards me waxen, he told them to give me respect and accept me as the daughter-in-law of this family and that infuriated them. I just don't even get why they hate me. Why can't they love and accept me, even though I'm poor, I am already married to their brother. What am I even saying, they don't even love the brother in question and the brother in question doesn't even love me.They all looked dividend according to their private family. Mr Williams has properly introduced me to them and I now know their names and their position in the family. He also told me the family norms and many other things.The blue-eyed guy who's Ryan is Hannah's fiance and the black shoulder length hair lady who's Margaret is his mother.The gray-eyed guy who's Kevin is Melinda's husband and I realize that both of them are rude and arrogant couple. The short blonde hair lady who's Hailey is his mother and what I also observed abou

I scrambled into my room, the next thing I did was to bury myself in that soft bed. The excruciating pain in my heart right now can't even compare to yesterday's. How can he do this to me, even if he hates me, he should at least respect our marriage....we are here for our honeymoon, it is not too much to ask of him to keep himself at bay. The image of his shirtless self and the sexily dressed Annabelle makes my heart pound and throb in pain. I don't even know why I am feeling this miserable when I shouldn't, or maybe I'm mad to have started feeling something for a man that has done nothing but hate me at first sight. I don't know much about love or feelings but my mother said that any man that can make your heart palpitate, skip and beat has a special place in your heart even without you knowing.I felt this way the first day I met my husband even before our marriage. I know it's not because of how handsome he is because I've seen lots of handsome men but I never felt the way I did

After a seven hour flight from London to New York City, we finally arrived at the grand mansion of the Williams. The car door was opened for me as I gently stepped down. My husband's car diverged in another direction on our way from the airport, it looks like he has somewhere else to be. Mr Williams was waiting for me in the living room, Hannah was there too. Mr Williams welcomed me with open arms as a father would welcome his daughter. That little action of his made me happy. It made me realize that I still have someone to call my family even after my parents death.I called Mr Williams on our way to the airport from the resort, I told him that me and my husband are already coming back. He sounded a little bit surprised, of course he should be…. our honeymoon didn't last a bit and I wonder what his reaction will be if I tell him what I went through in the honeymoon. No, I won't tell him. I know that Mr Williams is already fond of me and he won't be happy to hear such news.“Welcom