THE WIFE OF A DISGUISED BILLIONAIRE

BLAIR'S POV As I opened my eyes on yet another gloomy morning, I opened the drawer by my bed and pulled out the only thing that brought smiles to my face every day, a picture of my two month old self in my father's arms. Everyday was a gloomy morning out here, but that wiped the tears that were dried in my eyes, from every night I cried myself to sleep. His smile warmed my heart everyday and gave me hope to pull through the challenges of each day. I longed for the day I would see him smile like that at me again. I lived everyday with the hope that one day, I would make him happy with me again. “You do not get to lay uselessly in bed all day, Blair!” came father's thick, hoarse voice, as he forcefully pushed the door open. “Get out of bed, now!” Mother added. “The chores are not going to do themselves,” she pulled me by the hand out of bed. “Especially not today that we have guests coming,” Off I went, without the time to brush my teeth, take a bath or even change my night wear.

BLAIR’S POV CONTINUES Brycee’s ‘don’t wait up,’ took three days and I was terrified. I had gone to my parents’ house several times in the last three days to look for him, but I wasn't allowed through the gate. The guards there kept saying they had strict instructions to not let me in, in case I ever came back. They also said they hadn't seen Brycee in the last two days, as father had given him a week off after our wedding. I had the last option of reporting to the police, which I planned to do first thing the next morning.I heard someone struggling with the door at almost midnight that day and hurried to the door. I was filled with fear and only listened in until I heard Brycee’s voice, groaning as he banged the door. Immediately I opened the door, he fell dead drunk on me. I barely managed to catch him and take him inside. I wanted to scold, but a larger part of me was just glad he was back. I helped clean him up and changed his clothings. I noticed the stench of a pretty ex

BRYCEE'S POV I hurried away from her, returning the call I received.“How many times have I told you to wait for my call?” I scolded, “If there is anything that needs urgent tending to, send me a text,” “Send a text for goodness sake,” I was furious. It was already hard enough to keep secrets, living in this small house with Blair. Suspicious actions would blow everything, getting me into serious trouble. “That's fine, I'll see you by the weekend,” I responded to the caller.“Oh, Brycee, you arrived very quickly,” Mr. Johnson, the head domestic staff at the Williams' residence said, as soon as I entered the premises. I raised a brow, expressing my confusion. “I called five minutes ago to let you know that the boss wanted to see you, and didn't expect you to arrive so quickly,” he said.‘Oh, shit,’ I placed my head in my palm. I had forgotten my official device at home, placing it on the table when I scolded Blair, she must have answered Mr. Johnson’s call. I smiled lightly and f

BLAIR’S POV Despite all of my persistence, Brian would not come clean, or offer any description to the documents. “Some things are better left unsaid, Blair,” he replied to my question. “If you want to go ahead and be dramatic, we both can,” he said. He sat on the smaller couch adjacent to me, and fell asleep, shortly after. I replayed the incident over and over again in my head, until I eventually fell asleep. *****************************************“Good morning, Cinderella,” I heard Brian's voice waking me up. I slowly opened my eyes and found him serving breakfast. “Guess Cinderella is already living her princess life,” he said, as he helped me sit up. Brian had presented a tray with chips, fried eggs and a cup of tea. I couldn't control the broad smile on my face, being woken up with breakfast. I couldn't also believe that Brian had this sweet side to him. “Mhmm,” I exclaimed, as I munched on the sweetness and crunchiness of the chips. I was surprised at what a goo

BLAIR’S POV I followed Ashley, a little scared to a garage we snuck into. “Common,” she said, noticing my skepticism and hesitation.I looked around, and having no choice, I followed her in. The garage was attached to a glorious mansion at an estate not very far off. Ashley turned on the lights and there were loads of cartons at one corner, and a little bed, barely enough for one person at the other side. “You can stay with me for a while,” she said, bringing out a burger from a paper bag.“Where are your parents?” I questioned.“I've never had any,” she replied.I felt my heart sink at her reply. “So, you live here? Taking care of yourself?” I inquired calmly. “I ran away from the foster home since I was ten,” she said, “it's not so much out here, but at least it's better than the foster home.” she said, pulling out a burger from a paper bag. “I can't take that,” I said,“It's okay, I have another,” she said, “I got two offers today,” she said, pulling out another paper bag.