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 am 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 hospital bills because she died from a deadly blood cancer, leukemia. So after her death, I was left with nothing.

Subsequently, in the beginning of this month. I accidentally met an old man who recognized me as the girl he has been looking for in the past six years. He compared me with my thirteen-year-old picture in his custody. The same obsidian brown eyes and inky black hair. It took me a lot of courage to admit that it was me in the picture because I couldn't trust him so easily.

The old man was so elated to have found me but I was muddled. I don't know him, I've never met him in the past, so why's he so excited to meet him. After explaining to me who he is and why he was so obstinate to find me and my mother, I found out that he was an old man my father helped in the past by saving his life... My father actually died trying to save the old man's life. The only thing he got from my father was my picture which fell off my father's pocket when the doctors were trying to save him.

The old man had to leave the hospital for an urgent issue, it was so crucial that he couldn't abandon it but he didn't return because he had a heart attack as a result of that urgent issue.

After the man recovered, he came back to the hospital but got information that my father was dead and his family, which is I and mum, had taken his body. He looked for me and my mother but couldn't find us until after six years of several investigations and searches, he finally found me.

I told him about my mother's death and he was greatly hurt. He blamed himself for not finding us early, if he had done so my mother wouldn't have died, he would have saved her from the sickness. To pay my father for his kind deed, he decided to marry me off to his youngest grandson whom I know nothing about.

I don't mind getting married at the age of nineteen, I just want a new family that I can call mine. I want a home and people to rely on. In just one week of meeting the old man, Mr Williams, he got me married to his youngest grandson because he was so eager to make me his daughter and part of his family.

Mr Williams is a good person and he's happy about the wedding but I can't say the same for his arrogant grandson-my so-called husband, Jace. I feel like he was forced to marry me. His face wasn't bright at all during the moment we tied the knot at the chapel and immediately after that, he left, leaving me alone in the chapel.

I was greatly embarrassed, the only person that comforted me was Mr Williams. The rest of the family members had a mockery smile on their faces. I actually accepted this arranged marriage because I want a new family that will love and cherish me, but it seems that I will get the opposite, also My husband whom I thought that he accepted to get married to me because he loves me doesn't even love me... I believed he married me because he was forced by his grandfather but I hope not. I want to believe just like Mr Williams said that he left because he has some urgent work to take care of.

Well, I am already married and I should be ready to face anything that comes with it. Besides, my life before this marriage won't be in any way better than my life in the marriage. Mr Willam's love is enough for me, if he's going to be my only family... I won't mind. Also I need to stay married because I've already promised Mr William that no matter what, I won't leave his grandson. I don't know why he coaxed me into making the promise. Maybe he has his reasons.

As a newly wedded wife, I waited for my husband in our magnificent room. One thing I didn't mention earlier, is that the Williams are extraordinarily rich. Am still amazed, how a poor street girl like me got to become the daughter in-law of this multi-billion household, their gigantic mansion looks like a castle.

I waited for my husband in our ineffable room. I decided not to take my bath because I don't know what I might spoil in that large bathroom that looks like a complete apartment, everything in that bathroom looks so modern and confusing to me. I wasn't born rich so I don't know many things associated with rich people. Instead of going in there and spoiling something that might be expensive to repair, it's better I wait for my husband to come home and direct me.

After waiting for more than three hours that I nearly dozed off on the bed, my husband finally returned home. I was so nervous to speak to him, in fact I haven't looked him in the eyes since a few days ago we met. I couldn't get myself to look him in the eyes as he has that intimidating aura around him. I haven't looked so closely at him but the little glimpse I've got from him screamed handsome in my head... I can't believe I am married to such a handsome and yet popular man.

"Hi.." I mustered courage and muffle out but he ignored me and walk through a door which looks like an extra room inside the magnificent room or maybe a walk-in closet. I just bite my lips and wait for him to come out, maybe he didn't hear me.

I feel uncomfortable and really want to get myself out of this wedding dress and take my bath but the problem is that I don't even know where those maids packed my clothes which Mr Williams bought for me, neither do I know how to use those things in the bathroom.

I sigh and rested my back on the bed headboard as I started gallivanting my eyes in the big room to know if I can find a closet or something like that but I found none. Taking this opportunity, I finally saw the beauty of this room. The interior arrangement is not lousy, it appears simple but yet extravagant. Everything is neatly placed in order, it looks like my husband is an orderly person unlike me who likes my room messy... I hope that I will be able to fit into his perfectly-pictured life.

As my eyes are still scrutinizing the whole room, it accidentally falls on my husband who is half naked with his bare chest and white towel around his waist as he walks out from that inner room. I quickly hid my face as I felt my cheeks burn from blushing. I only got a glimpse but I found out how god-damn sexy his body is. I tried fixing my gaze in a direction apart from his but I find it hard... I just need to try harder. How can he be so crazy handsome!

I was still battling with my stupid thoughts when I heard his husky voice which subconsciously made me startled

"What are you doing here?"

I quickly glance at him but took my eyes away almost immediately. Am confused by his question. What does he mean? I wonder how I can answer a question that I don't even understand. Isn't this supposed to be my room? I kept quiet without answering him because I didn't know what to say.

"I asked you a question." his harsh, cold voice made me flinch a bit. I wonder if I am going to get comfortable staying around this man, like I can't even look him in the eyes and his voice makes me feel a chill down my spine. And this question he's asking me, I don't have any answer to give him.

"Get down from the bed," his voice sounds icily and rash. I got greatly flinched this time around and without wasting time, I scrambled down from the bed and stood with my head hung down. All my life, I haven't been a confident girl and standing in front of this domineering spunky husband of mine makes it worse.

"Sleep on the couch and don't dare come close to my bed," he snide.

What! on the couch? I thought we are husband and wife and should sleep together on the same bed. It was at this moment I realized that my new husband doesn't actually love me and I wonder how my marriage life will be... sad, I guess.

I haven't taken my bath and don't know where my clothes are kept, at least I should change from this uncomfortable wedding dress. I wanted to ask him where I could find the closet but quickly threw the idea away. I will just waste my saliva in doing so and besides he has walked inside the bathroom and I don't even have the courage to ask even if he comes out. Seeing how icily he is towards me, I don't think it is a good idea to ask him how to use those modern things inside the bathroom.

Without having any choice, I just curled myself on the couch. I thought marriage is always a sweet experience but it seems mine is going to be bitter.