Chapter 11: FIONA

“This is Mr. Craig’s bedroom. Have a good rest, ma’am.”

The young maid left before I could thank her. She seemed afraid of me. She didn’t dare to look at my face when I was talking to her. She kept her head down while wringing her hands.

Well, I didn't have time to worry about her when I had to worry about myself.

I stepped into my new bedroom, which was very big and magnificent. I didn’t need to doubt his wealth because being a Don would obviously give him a lot of money. But on the other hand, it made me think about where the money came from. What did he do to be able to have a three-story house with a very large yard, a giant iron gate, a fountain in front of the main door, and a room as magnificent as this. That didn’t include his beach house, his luxury cars, and his other assets. I had only seen a small part of this house and I hadn’t seen the rest. I guessed I would be amazed by how magnificent this house was. My poor soul screamed and struggled inside me.

But all this luxury and wealth didn't come for free. There was a very high price for all of this, and I didn't like it. My freedom and my life were the initial payment. Who knows what's next? I was sure it would be terrible, and the value would increase.

I stared blankly at the entire view in this room. I was a bit relieved because this room didn't have a black nuance like I imagined, because the man liked black. This room was just plain white with fairly standard bedroom furniture. Persian rugs covered the marble floor. A very large wardrobe attached to the wall, a dressing table, a bathroom, and a walk-in closet. Standard. The king-size bed in the middle of the room looked very striking with a white headboard and gold carvings. It was the biggest bed I've ever seen. I never realized how small my bed was compared to Joshua's. It was perfect for his large frame.

Shit.

I hated the fact that I was going to sleep with Joshua in this room. I guess I was just lucky last night because Joshua didn't sleep in that bedroom in his beach house after our fight in the dining room. I stayed awake for quite a while in bed because I couldn't sleep after sleeping all day until night. Besides, I also thought about the possibility that Joshua would sleep in that room. But after half an hour, I heard his footsteps entering another room, and he didn't come into my room until the next day.

But tonight, or any night after that, I wasn’t sure I’d be that lucky. He had made it clear to me that he wasn’t getting married to fool around. He was even expecting a baby from this marriage. God, this was a disaster. I had kept my virginity for my husband, but he wasn’t the husband I had hoped for. I had a boyfriend and I loved him very much. I didn’t know how I was going to tell Travis about this.

Travis and I had been dating for a year. He loved me, and he respected my decision to keep my virginity until we got married, or until we got engaged. We planned to get engaged after we graduated. We would move to New York or LA and pursue our dreams of becoming lawyers together. We had saved up money for our future. We had really prepared everything before that jerk showed up and ruined my entire future.

I flopped down on my bed and lay on my back. I was so frustrated with my life. I didn’t know what was going to happen next. My future looked like a gray cloud in a dark, scary sky.

“Mom, I miss you. I need you.”

Tears streamed down the side of my face and onto the sheets. I was scared. I didn’t know what to do with my new life. I didn’t want to be that bastard’s wife forever. He was scary. Not just because of his temper or the armed men surrounding him, but he was physically a big man with an intimidating aura. The tattoos on his arms and chest scared me. They didn’t look sexy at all. I used to think that if a guy had tattoos he would look hot and alluring, but Joshua didn’t. I was scared to see his tattoos that looked like intricate engravings on his chest. The thought of sharing a room with him and having to look at his tattoos every day made me nauseous.

I tried to close my eyes and conjure up happy memories in my head. I remembered going to an amusement park with my parents before a car accident took my father away from us. It was one of the few memories that remained in my head. I was so happy as a child. With Minnie Mouse ears on my head, I walked from booth to booth, buying whatever I wanted. My father didn't mind at all, while my mother grumbled because I already had a lot of toys at home, and they were all piled up in my toy box.

I smiled at the thought of my perfect childhood. I wish I hadn’t grown up and became a Don’s bride. What a terrible life of misfortune. If I had known I would end up as Joshua’s wife, I would have never gone to that church. I wouldn’t have gone to my mother’s wedding and gone somewhere nice to have fun with Travis. He must have heard about the shooting, and he’s probably looking for me since I didn’t show up on campus today.

Thinking about all the complications made me drowsy. My eyelids fluttered shut and felt so heavy. I couldn’t resist the urge to sleep. It had been a rough day. I hoped when I woke up I would be back to my normal life. I hoped this was all just a bad dream. I wished I had never married Joshua Craig Lident.