Chapter 2 Accepting Fate

The wedding ceremony came to an end quickly as everyone's attention was now divided.

Tracy had successfully wreaked havoc, and caused confusion in their wedding.

The guests were all invested in the gossip of what happened, so their attention was not focused on the couple anymore.

Ella was happy that they were done with the wedding, and she was sure that her new husband was happy about it too.

One thing was certain, they were both on the same page concerning what their so called marriage would look like. She was definitely not ready to spend the rest of her life in a family such as his.

The ride to the place that would be her new home was long due to the awkward silence between the two. Will was truly unbothered, and he didn't notice or even looked at her once. He may have even forgotten that he just got married.

Ella on the other hand, thought the silence was torture, and she occasionally looked at her new husband's face to see if he felt the same way too.

As usual, Will kept a straight face with no expression. He looked like he didn't give a fuss about her or whatever it was that was going through her mind. She decided to do the same, and rather think about what lay ahead of her in their marriage.

They got to King Street, and Ella could not hide the glitter in her eyes. She had never thought that she'd set foot in that place, ever. She had heard of King Street before, and she had seen pictures online, but she never believed that she would visit there, or even live there.

King Street was the most beautiful place to be in Springville. Only sophisticated people lived there. It was indeed a beautiful sight to behold.

Will caught her staring in awe, and he scoffed. "Close your mouth, Ella. It's just a place."

She hated whenever he opened his mouth to speak to her, because he would either say something condescending, mean or rude. It wasn't her fault that she was amazed, she had never been in a place as beautiful as that before. He should know that, and understand.

She ignored him, and harbored the growing resentment that she felt for him.

They took a turn to the right, and behold! They were faced with the most beautiful mansion in that district.

Maybe, just maybe, she had underestimated the Sanders riches a bit. She tried to hide her amazement at the mansion because of Will's previous comment.

They drove in, and he was the first to step down.

His butler came rushing to him, "Welcome Master Will."

Will didn't pay the man who was in his mid forties any attention. He spoke instead to the house keeper who was standing outside; "Get her luggage's from the trunk. It's really light because she doesn't own much stuff."

Again, Will had to be rude and arrogant when talking to or about her.

"Yes sir." The house keeper responded, following the Master's instructions immediately to avoid query.

Ella stood by the side of her car, her wedding flower still in her hand. The house keeper gestured to her to come in. The woman was smiling, and she looked a bit older than the butler.

Ella returned her smile, and went in; "You are welcome to the Sanders family, ma'am. Please make yourself comfortable, and don't hesitate to call me when you need something."

Ella found it strange that the woman who was clearly older than she was, referred to her as "ma'am."

"Please call me Ella, and not ma'am. Thank you." Ella responded, walking into the mansion.

The woman just smiled, she didn't respond to what Ella said, because she knew that she wasn't going to call the Masters wife by her first name.

"I'm going to need some help finding my way around this very big and complex home." Ella said, walking back to where the woman was trying to drag her bags in.

"Get in here, Ella!" Will ordered, and the woman curtsied even when Will was clearly not talking to her, and he couldn't even see her.

There was something about his presence and aura that commanded respect, or fear from his employees. They were so jittery and cautious whenever they heard or saw him.

"The Master is calling you, ma'am, and he definitely doesn't like to repeat himself. Please do as he instructs right away."

Ella rolled her eyes, and went in to know what the almighty Master wanted from her.

"I called you five seconds ago, and you didn't respond." Will said, standing up from the chair that he sat in. He was really tall and masculine.

Ella cleared her throat and tried to select her words so as not to be insulted by him again, "Uh, I'm here now, Master." She said sarcastically. He could hear the sarcasm in her voice, and it offended him.

"Shut up, and sit. I don't care about what you have to say. When I call you, you respond immediately." He ordered.

She arched her eyebrow, her eyes met with the housekeeper who was carrying her bags up the stairs now, and she wore an expression that said 'I told you so.'

Ella shifted her gaze from the woman, and sat opposite him as he had instructed.

"Why are you so far away? Come closer." He said, gesturing to the chair very close to him.

She awkwardly stood up, and walked over, counting each step as she moved.

Will was staring straight at her, and she didn't understand what he was doing. He was making her really uncomfortable.

"About this...marriage," he began, when she finally sat besides him, "Do well to keep it a secret for as long as you live. If it gets out, you're going to be in some real trouble," his voice sounded threatening, and he definitely meant every word. "Follow the housekeeper. Your room is upstairs opposite mine."

She stood up without saying anything, and did as he instructed. He liked to control, and rule, and that was exactly how she was going to deal with him, and avoid any of his troubles or mean remarks.

Thankfully, they would sleep in separate bedrooms, and they wouldn't have to share the same space.

A thought came to her mind. If he was trying to fool his mother, and Tracy into thinking that he was in a real marriage with her, didn't sleeping in separate rooms seem unlikely for couples who were newly married?

She didn't think so much about it. She liked it. She would rather pluck her hair out and chew them than pick the option of sleeping in the same room with his rude ass.

She got to the room where she had seen the housekeeper enter. The woman was arranging her things in the walk in closet.

The room was massive, but she didn't expect less anyway, the mansion itself was big enough.

"You can leave now, ma'am. I'll take care of my stuff myself." Ella said to the housekeeper when she walked in.

The woman's expression changed to a worried, and dissatisfied one. Why? Ella didn't know, and she didn't care until the woman spoke up.

"Ma'am," the housekeeper began, faking a smile that looked disturbing, "I call you ma'am, you don't call me ma'am. You call me housekeeper or Angela."

Ella gave her the same look the housekeeper gave her when she had told her the same thing outside the mansion. She was really petty.

"Please leave my room, ma'am." Ella replied, smiling awkwardly at the woman also.

The woman furrowed her brows, and then gave an awkward smile back. She stood up from the floor where she sat and left.

Ella heaved a huge sigh. She needed to freshen up and rest. She had a very long day, and she was exhausted.

Her phone rang. It was Diane, and she picked up without wasting time.

"Hi baby girl." She said immediately she received the phone call.

"Hi Elle. I mean hi Mrs. Will Sanders." Diane greeted back teasingly, and they both laughed.

"You're going to put me in some trouble, young lady. What's up?" Ella asked, walking over to the door that lead to the outside balcony in her bedroom.

"Diane, you would not believe where I'm standing right now." She said excitedly. The house was huge, and massive, and luxurious. She was enjoying everything except for Will, and his family problems.

"Where? Where?" Diane asked, eager to share in her friend's excitement.

"I am standing on the most beautiful balcony I have ever seen, I mean I can literally see the whole of King Street from here, and it's a very beautiful view!" Ella said.

"Wow!" Diane exclaimed, "when can I come check it out?"

"I don't know. I'll have to ask Mr. Billionaire if I could bring friends over." Ella explained.

"You're right, Elle. Anyway, it seems you haven't seen the trending news." Diane said, counting her words like she was scared of what Ella's response would be.

"The news? No, I haven't. What's trending?" Ella asked, clueless about whatever it was Diane was driving at.

"Well, you are trending, and it's not entirely for a good reason..." Diane said, breaking the news to her.

"I don't get it, Diane. Why would I be trending for a bad reason?" Ella asked, worry evident in her tone.

"I'll just let you check it out yourself, Elle. Just call me when you do." Diane said, and hung up immediately.

All her life, Ella had never trended for anything at all. Right from high school, she was the target for bullies, and she was always made fun of because she was shy. She developed a tough skin from there, and tried her best to stay out of public matters.

She tried to wrap her head around why she would even be trending, but she couldn't place the puzzle pieces together.

Well, there was only one way to find out. She would check online.

Still in her wedding dress that was not so convenient, she walked back into the room, and sat on her bed.

She connected her phone to the internet, and opened Photogram. Immediately, she saw herself in her wedding ceremony with Will. "Owner of Photogram finally off the street. He has tied the knot with a woman that no one knows."

Typical. So she was going to be broke shamed by Will, and also the people that use his app. How wonderful.

She checked the comments, and that was when she realized what Diane meant.

"What hole did she crawl out from?" "She looks horrible, and definitely not up to his standard at all." "What's with billionaires and picking the worst people to get married to?" "She's in it for the money. Clearly a gold digger."

She kept on scrolling through the comments, looking for at least one positive comment from the 13,000 comments under the post, but she found none. The comments even got worse as she continued to scroll. Those people were horrible.

At first the comments didn't get to her, but as she thought deeply about what the public had to say about her, tears began welling in her eyes.

She didn't drop her phone. She held on to it, and sobbed lightly.

She had thought that getting married to Will Sanders would be the easiest job she had ever done. She totally forgot about his status, and how it'd affect her.

Right there and then, she knew that she was in for the longest one year of her life.