The Live-in Husband Rise to fame

Liam Pagne( pov )

i ambled through the sun-dappled streets of California, immersed in thoughts about my turbulent life with the Andersons. As i trudged forward, the gentle breeze rustled the leaves and carried a symphony of bird chirps. The vibrant landscape, usually a sight to behold, did little to ease my burdened mind. With each step, i relived the painful moments i endured, the constant barrage of taunts and abuse from the Andersons. Though my feet moved me forward, my mind remained rooted in the past.

As i entered the Anderson estate, my eyes settled on an unexpected and unsettling scene: my wife, Hazel, in an intimate embrace with a stranger, a sight that pierced my heart like a thousand daggers. Before i could fully absorb the shock, Hazel's mother Katherine addressed the stranger, casually referring to me as a "rag," a phrase that felt like a thousand more daggers. Though i was all too familiar with this type of treatment, the pain still throbbed like a fresh wound, reopening the scars of years of humiliation and abuse

As Hazel's mother katherine disclosed the truth, i felt as if my entire world had been turned upside down. She revealed that James was Hazel's childhood friend and betrothed, and that they had been separated for five years while he pursued his studies. The implication that their marriage would soon follow was like a punch to the gut for me, who struggled to comprehend the deceit that had been woven around me for the past five years.The shattering news pierced my soul, sending shockwaves of anguish through my entire being.my mind reeled with questions, each more agonizing than the last. Had my marriage to Hazel been nothing more than a farce? A mere placeholder for the impending nuptials between her and James? Was i a pawn in some twisted scheme, meant to be discarded when my usefulness expired? my heart ached with the weight of the truth, a truth that felt more like a leaden anchor, dragging me into the depths of despair.

Have you been cheating on me all along?" I demanded, my voice seething with betrayal.

Hazel's eyes widened in alarm, her protests quick to follow. "No, no, you must believe me! I didn't-"

"Believe you?" I scoffed, my anger overriding all reason. "You've been hiding this man for how long? And your mother wants you to marry him?"

Hazel nodded, her tears now flowing freely, "Yes, she has been pushing for our marriage, but I couldn't... I couldn't tell you, I was afraid..."

In the middle of our heated exchange, Katherine's voice boomed, cutting through the air like a sword.

"Get out, you insolent wretch! You're no longer welcome here," she hissed, her eyes cold and venomous. "And don't you dare come back!"

At her command, the guards stepped forward, their bulky forms moving with practiced efficiency. "Move it," they growled, their hands gripping my arms like vices.

I resisted weakly, my shock and anger leaving me powerless in their grasp. "Please... I have nowhere to go, nothing to my name

I'm begging you, please let me stay. I have nowhere to go, nothing to my name," I pleaded, my voice raspy from desperation.

But the guards paid no heed to my cries. With callous efficiency, they manhandled me out of the Anderson estate, my protestations reduced to a faint whisper in the air.

Alone on the street, the gravity of my situation hit me like a freight train. Homeless, penniless, and disgraced, with nowhere to turn, my world had crumbled around me.

Leaving the Anderson household, i trudged away, weighed down by the heartache and uncertainty that plagued my mind. The Anderson family had cast me out, the truth unveiled in a ruthless and uncompromising manner. With each step, i felt the world crumbling around him, wondering how my life could have taken such a cruel turn.my expulsion from the Anderson household felt like a betrayal of the highest order. The five years l had devoted to them, the effort i had poured into maintaining their household, had been swept away like dust in the wind. In their eyes,i was nothing more than a disposable object, easily discarded when they no longer had use for me. This realization stung like a thousand needles, the pain sharp and unrelenting.

Wandering aimlessly through the streets, lost in a haze of shock and bewilderment, my phone buzzed with an incoming call. The caller ID revealed it was my grandfather, the one who had arranged the fateful five-year contract that now lay in tatters. As the voice on the other end of the line confirmed the contract's expiration, i felt a glimmer of hope pierce through the oppressive darkness. The prospect of returning home, escaping the cruelty and deception that had consumed me for half a decade, offered a shred of solace .

Five years ago, my grandfather had made me agree to a strange contract. I had to marry Haven, the daughter of the Andersons, and pretend to be their son-in-law for five years. It was the only way I could reclaim my inheritance, become the CEO of our family company, and inherit the offshore bank accounts and luxury cars.

I had endured five long years of humiliation, isolation, and abuse, all to fulfill this bizarre agreement

Stepping into the Pagne family estate, the air crackled with excitement and anticipation. Servants and assistants lined the hallway, bowing in unison as I walked past them.

"Young Master," one of them said reverently, his eyes gleaming with respect. "It is an honor to serve you once again."

I nodded graciously, allowing myself a small smile of satisfaction. "It is good to be home," I replied, the words feeling like a balm to my bruised soul.

My grandfather's familiar laughter echoed through the halls, filling my heart with a warmth that had been missing for so long. He enveloped me in a tight embrace, his eyes twinkling with pride.

"Liam, my son, welcome home. It's good to have you back," he said, pulling away to study my face. "And congratulations on fulfilling the contract. Pagne Enterprises is now yours, as is everything else."

I returned his smile, relief flooding through me. "Thank you, grandfather. It was not easy, but I did it."

Seated at the opulent dining table, I marveled at the array of dishes before me. Steaming mounds of lobster, glistening cuts of prime rib, and delicate slices of sushi, each carefully arranged to tantalize the senses. It was a feast fit for a king, and I was more than ready to indulge.

My grandfather sat across from me, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched me savor the food. "Quite a change from the fare you've been eating these past few years, eh?" he quipped.

I chuckled, the irony of the situation not lost onme. "Indeed, I've forgotten what it's like to enjoy a proper meal. No more gruel or burnt leftovers for me."

My grandfather leaned back, a pleased expression on his face. "Good, good. You deserve it. You've earned it. Remember, the Pagne family has always had a taste for the finer things in life. And now, it is time to reacquaint yourself with them."

I nodded, my mind whirling with possibilities. "I'll do my best, grandfather. And I'll do my best to make the Pagne name proud."

In the aftermath of the events at the Andersons' estate, I knew I needed time to heal. Italy, with its majestic beauty and rich cultural heritage, seemed like the perfect place to find solace. As I immersed myself in the Italian way of life, I also poured my heart and soul into reviving Pagne Enterprises. The tranquillity and inspiration of the Italian landscape provided a much-needed respite, allowing me to reflect on my experiences and find a renewed sense of purpose.

Under my leadership, Pagne Enterprises began to thrive once more, evolving with my unique vision and passion.

The Pagne Industries' supercar was a masterpiece of engineering and ingenuity, a technological wonder unlike anything the world had ever seen. As the visionary behind the project, I had dedicated countless hours to perfecting every aspect of the vehicle, pushing the boundaries of what was deemed possible.

The sleek lines of the car gleamed in the sun, its aerodynamic design hinting at the power that lurked beneath the hood. Inside, the cockpit was a symphony of innovation, every control ergonomically designed to cater to the driver's every whim.