Mr Billionaire's Unwanted Wife novel Chapter 5

Everyone began to come up to us and congratulate us.

Then Mr. Winston and Mrs. Winston arrived, and he looked uneasily at Mr.Adrian Campbell.

He inquired, "Can we sign those documents now?"

"Sure." Adrian nodded and walked away with Mr. Winston.

I looked around at the guys in tuxedos and women in costly dresses trailing after them.

I'm so tired of being alone in the alter that I want to go back to my apartment.

Then I noticed the escape door and decided, "Yes, I'll do it."

I'm not going to let anybody take advantage of me; I know Adrian will find out the truth soon, and I can't even picture what will happen to me after that.

Secretly, without getting noticed, I made my way out from the church,

Finally, when I reach outside, I took a long breath, of relief and quickly took out that veil and runs away from this place.

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I curled into a foetal position as my legs felt restless and my stomach churned, increasing my thirst with what had happened to me today, I got married and then ran away, I don't remember anything, I'm laying in my room, in my apartment, staring out the window and seeing plants swinging as the air touched them.

What will happen now? Adrian Campbell is a very powerful man, and if he finds out what I did to him, he can ruin me.

I sat up fast on the bed and drew my knees up to my chest, closing my eyes firmly, vowing to leave New York as soon as possible; sure, this is the only way to rescue myself.

I keep my clothing in a duffel bag and have already changed into blue jeans with a plain black shirt and sneakers as soon as I may leave this metropolis.

Finally, after packing everything, I took my bag and headed out the door, but my eyes fell on that wedding gown, and for some reason, my heart ached as I looked at it, as if I was doing something wrong, so I hurried towards the exit door, but before I could open it, the door to my apartment opened abruptly, and my blood clotted in my veins as I saw who was standing there in front of me, and I stumbled with a small gasp.

"M.....Mr. Campbell," I stuttered as I stared at him; just looking at him makes my entire body feel chilly.

His hands were squeezed into fists, and his handsome jaw was clinched as well.

As he moved closer to me, I took a cautious step backward, trembling.

I hardly have time to comprehend what's going on before I have to take another step back.

He quickly grabbed my elbow and tugged me towards him, causing me to gasp and sending shiver down my spine, his fingers wrapping around my waist with possessiveness.

"Why did you take her place at a wedding?" he questioned calmly, but I can sense a Strom in his voice.

"Please, Mr. Campbell, I have no idea how this is going to turn out." I choked as I stared into his eyes, and I winced as he tightened his grasp on my waist.

I'm heading to Campbell Mansion; I have no idea what fate has in store for me, but it won't be pleasant.

Mr.Adrian Campbell, my so-called husband, threatened me the day before yesterday, and the next morning, Mr.Branton, Campbell's chauffeur, showed up at my door, telling me that it was Mr.Adrian Campbell's order to take my belongings into his mansion because he wanted to live there.

I'm not sure what he had in mind for me, but based on his actions, he doesn't seem to care about me.

I'll be seeing my husband at his mansion.

I simply hope things improve soon, because I've had a horrible life since childhood, was raised in hell, and now I'm afraid to face another hell.

Mr. Branton interrupted my thoughts by saying, "Mrs.Campbell, we've arrived."

"Please call me, Emberly, I will like it," I said, and he nodded smiling; he is a really gentle man in his mid-fifties.

Finally, I looked up and came across a gorgeous, beautiful home that resembles a glass castle. It is something I've always envisioned in fairytales.

I can't believe what I'm seeing; I've only ever seen such a lavish home on Pinterest and in architectural magazines.

I never imagined that I would one day live in this home, despite its beauty, since the owner of the mansion despises me and refuses to see my face because his soon-to-be wife went away with my brother, and he wants vengeance because he is now my husband.

I'm perfectly aware that I'm imprisoned in hell with a Devil, that my throat is burning, and that I have no choice but to live with him in this home.