Chapter 8 LEGALLY MRS HOUSTON

I stood in hesitation, as the gigantic gate glared at me, skeptical about my decision. Just three days ago, I walked out of here furiously.The gate slid open, too late for me to turn back, I took a deep breath and stepped in.

I stood in awe as I gaze at the immense rooms with their high, gilded ceilings, the beautiful pieces of furniture, glowing with the patina of age, the crystal chandelier and the priceless painting.

"Welcome madam" A voice brought me out of awe.

I turned to see an elderly man, I smiled to acknowledge him.

"This way... please"

I walked behind him still staring and marveling at the interior, floor spotless. I could see my reflection crystal clear, Gustavo's mansion is big but this ... .I can't get the world to describe it, it's incredible.

We got a door as the man stepped outside, I forrowed my brows curiously.

"You can go in madam, Sir Drake is waiting inside"

"ooh okay, thanks" I replied a bit embarrassed.

I walked in, it was a mini office not really mini as it has another door inside probably leading to the restroom, some paperwork and files were diligently arranged on the table.

I glance towards the widow, there he is, his shoulder broad, black gel hair, his hands poked in the office tuxedo trouser pants he's putting on, back turned.

"I knew you will come back" his voice, husky as he turned to face me.

My breath seized at his alluring face, he was handsome, not perhaps in the conventional sense, but he had that appearance which could make him stand out in the crowd. He was fair, almost pale white. His unfathomable, dark brown eyes contrasted exceptionally with his light toned face. His eyes were as deep and expressive, where you could get lost if you stare long enough.

"Miss Isabella??" his voice brought me back as my cheek flush in embarrassment.

"Let's get into business" he said sitting down as he tossed the contract towards me.

"Humphh.. how rude" I mumbled quietly to myself.

"Before I sign the contract, why do you want me?"

"I don't want you, I just need you" ...his cold gaze burning into mine, I shivered, this man is definitely mysterious.

"Need me for what exactly?' I managed to fumble words out, I've to know exactly what I'm getting myself into, I know I'm desperate but not to the extent of gaming with my life.

"That should be none of your business" his voice straight and Icy.

I shrugged and took a deep breath to calm myself, picked the file and went through it, I signed where it was necessary and pushed it back to him.

I caught a grin on his face, as it went as quickly as it came.

"Now you're no longer Isabella Santos but Mrs Bella Houston"

I cringed at the sound of being Mrs Houston, my breath suddenly became tense and hot.

"You can no longer move about like an ordinary individual, your etiquette lessons will start immediately, just the minor ones...After you have given birth your main coaching will start" he dishes out instructions.

"And Diego will show you your room immediately before I get your personal....

"I need to go get my things" I cut in sharply.

"You don't need those trash anymore, the only valuable thing to you is your phone and I guess it's with you" he blurted out to me. I opened my mouth in bewilderment.

He's not only rude but arrogant. I glared at him furiously but he didn't even notice as he focused on something else in his laptop.

"You may leave" raising his head as he stared out me.

I walked to the door as I stood, contemplating on asking him how he found out everything about me, I turned to see him on the phone, I glared at him once again and opened the door.

"Take down every post...was all I heard from him before jamming the door.

"Ahhh!'

I flinched, as I saw a shadow coming out of a room, ooh it's the man, Diego as Mr Houston referred to him.

"Sorry I scared you madam??

"Yah, it's okay" I smiled assuring him

"This way please" he said, leading his way upstairs as I followed him.

He opened a room for me....

"Your room madam...if you need anything just use the landline" he said and left.

I entered in and marvel out at beauty of the room, the room was big and circular, painted royal blue, the bed properly laid with a white sheet, the scent of savory flowers greated me, a Marble center table, and the delicate rug, I walk straight to the closest and I stood struck, different designers of latest clothing, bags and shoes line up, I opened the door next to it and it was the bathroom. I lack words to describe the room, beautiful, elegant and definitely Luxurious.

I walk back to the room flinging myself on the bed, if this is what being Mrs Houston entails I'm definitely ready to be a gold digger to achieve this wealth and power, a smile creeping to my face.

I brought out my phone. I thought my phone would be buzzing with bloggers' news about me, since that has been the routine for the past few days.

I was shocked to see nothing, I entered different blogs to see news about me has been taken down, I typed and searched for the abandoned bride but nothing about me was showing.

Did he do this?? Was that the call he was making??

"Ooh wow, being powerful is definitely sweet...I walk straight to the gigantic mirror In Front of me staring at my pathetic looking self.

Smile crept to my lips, grinning, I'm no longer Isabella Santos but Bella Houston, crushing my fingers and a smirk left my face.

I'm definitely not letting this opportunity go, I don't care what the consequences will be... I'm officially a bitchy gold digger..all for the power and influence...