MARRIED TO MR. POPULAR: My Husband Is An Arrogant Billionaire

It's my wedding night!

I'm supposed to shout and scream in joy right? But hell no! I am sleeping on the damn uncomfortable couch still in my wedding dress.

I got married to Jace Williams. The popular American musician. I know nothing about my husband, I recently found out about his name and his career. He is popular, I am supposed to know him but I don't. Am not a fan of music and I don't know any musicians. I grew up in a small city in Texas with my late parents and I wasn't exposed to most things, especially social life.

My father died when I was thirteen and I recently lost my mother and that was last year after my eighteenth birthday. It was the darkest day of my life... I became an orphan on that day. My mother who was my only source of strength after my father's death left me too. I was left to thrive alone in this cruel world. It wasn't easy as I went through a lot. I dropped out of school because I couldn't fund my education. All my mother's life savings varnished in the hospital bills because she died from a deadly blood cancer, leukemia. So after her death, I was left with nothing.

Subsequently, in the beginning of this month. I accidentally met an old man who recognized me as the girl he has been looking for in the past six years. He compared me with my thirteen-year-old picture in his custody. The same obsidian brown eyes and inky black hair. It took me a lot of courage to admit that it was me in the picture because I couldn't trust him so easily.

The old man was so elated to have found me but I was muddled. I don't know him, I've never met him in the past, so why's he so excited to meet him. After explaining to me who he is and why he was so obstinate to find me and my mother, I found out that he was an old man my father helped in the past by saving his life... My father actually died trying to save the old man's life. The only thing he got from my father was my picture which fell off my father's pocket when the doctors were trying to save him.

The old man had to leave the hospital for an urgent issue, it was so crucial that he couldn't abandon it but he didn't return because he had a heart attack as a result of that urgent issue.

After the man recovered, he came back to the hospital but got information that my father was dead and his family, which is I and mum, had taken his body. He looked for me and my mother but couldn't find us until after six years of several investigations and searches, he finally found me.

I told him about my mother's death and he was greatly hurt. He blamed himself for not finding us early, if he had done so my mother wouldn't have died, he would have saved her from the sickness. To pay my father for his kind deed, he decided to marry me off to his youngest grandson whom I know nothing about.

I don't mind getting married at the age of nineteen, I just want a new family that I can call mine. I want a home and people to rely on. In just one week of meeting the old man, Mr Williams, he got me married to his youngest grandson because he was so eager to make me his daughter and part of his family.

Mr Williams is a good person and he's happy about the wedding but I can't say the same for his arrogant grandson-my so-called husband, Jace. I feel like he was forced to marry me. His face wasn't bright at all during the moment we tied the knot at the chapel and immediately after that, he left, leaving me alone in the chapel.

I was greatly embarrassed, the only person that comforted me was Mr Williams. The rest of the family members had a mockery smile on their faces. I actually accepted this arranged marriage because I want a new family that will love and cherish me, but it seems that I will get the opposite, also My husband whom I thought that he accepted to get married to me because he loves me doesn't even love me... I believed he married me because he was forced by his grandfather but I hope not. I want to believe just like Mr Williams said that he left because he has some urgent work to take care of.

Well, I am already married and I should be ready to face anything that comes with it. Besides, my life before this marriage won't be in any way better than my life in the marriage. Mr Willam's love is enough for me, if he's going to be my only family... I won't mind. Also I need to stay married because I've already promised Mr William that no matter what, I won't leave his grandson. I don't know why he coaxed me into making the promise. Maybe he has his reasons.

As a newly wedded wife, I waited for my husband in our magnificent room. One thing I didn't mention earlier, is that the Williams are extraordinarily rich. Am still amazed, how a poor street girl like me got to become the daughter in-law of this multi-billion household, their gigantic mansion looks like a castle.

I waited for my husband in our ineffable room. I decided not to take my bath because I don't know what I might spoil in that large bathroom that looks like a complete apartment, everything in that bathroom looks so modern and confusing to me. I wasn't born rich so I don't know many things associated with rich people. Instead of going in there and spoiling something that might be expensive to repair, it's better I wait for my husband to come home and direct me.

After waiting for more than three hours that I nearly dozed off on the bed, my husband finally returned home. I was so nervous to speak to him, in fact I haven't looked him in the eyes since a few days ago we met. I couldn't get myself to look him in the eyes as he has that intimidating aura around him. I haven't looked so closely at him but the little glimpse I've got from him screamed handsome in my head... I can't believe I am married to such a handsome and yet popular man.

"Hi.." I mustered courage and muffle out but he ignored me and walk through a door which looks like an extra room inside the magnificent room or maybe a walk-in closet. I just bite my lips and wait for him to come out, maybe he didn't hear me.

I feel uncomfortable and really want to get myself out of this wedding dress and take my bath but the problem is that I don't even know where those maids packed my clothes which Mr Williams bought for me, neither do I know how to use those things in the bathroom.

I sigh and rested my back on the bed headboard as I started gallivanting my eyes in the big room to know if I can find a closet or something like that but I found none. Taking this opportunity, I finally saw the beauty of this room. The interior arrangement is not lousy, it appears simple but yet extravagant. Everything is neatly placed in order, it looks like my husband is an orderly person unlike me who likes my room messy... I hope that I will be able to fit into his perfectly-pictured life.

As my eyes are still scrutinizing the whole room, it accidentally falls on my husband who is half naked with his bare chest and white towel around his waist as he walks out from that inner room. I quickly hid my face as I felt my cheeks burn from blushing. I only got a glimpse but I found out how god-damn sexy his body is. I tried fixing my gaze in a direction apart from his but I find it hard... I just need to try harder. How can he be so crazy handsome!

I was still battling with my stupid thoughts when I heard his husky voice which subconsciously made me startled

"What are you doing here?"

I quickly glance at him but took my eyes away almost immediately. Am confused by his question. What does he mean? I wonder how I can answer a question that I don't even understand. Isn't this supposed to be my room? I kept quiet without answering him because I didn't know what to say.

"I asked you a question." his harsh, cold voice made me flinch a bit. I wonder if I am going to get comfortable staying around this man, like I can't even look him in the eyes and his voice makes me feel a chill down my spine. And this question he's asking me, I don't have any answer to give him.

"Get down from the bed," his voice sounds icily and rash. I got greatly flinched this time around and without wasting time, I scrambled down from the bed and stood with my head hung down. All my life, I haven't been a confident girl and standing in front of this domineering spunky husband of mine makes it worse.

"Sleep on the couch and don't dare come close to my bed," he snide.

What! on the couch? I thought we are husband and wife and should sleep together on the same bed. It was at this moment I realized that my new husband doesn't actually love me and I wonder how my marriage life will be... sad, I guess.

I haven't taken my bath and don't know where my clothes are kept, at least I should change from this uncomfortable wedding dress. I wanted to ask him where I could find the closet but quickly threw the idea away. I will just waste my saliva in doing so and besides he has walked inside the bathroom and I don't even have the courage to ask even if he comes out. Seeing how icily he is towards me, I don't think it is a good idea to ask him how to use those modern things inside the bathroom.

Without having any choice, I just curled myself on the couch. I thought marriage is always a sweet experience but it seems mine is going to be bitter.

I tried tossing around thinking I was sleeping on the bed but ended up falling down.

"Ouch!" I wince in pain as my butt and whole body hurts. I think it is already morning as I can see bright lights from the outside glimmering inside the room. I slowly stand on my feet, feeling the pains all over my body as my eyes look round the room, there is no sight of my husband.

I peered my ears to know if I could hear the splashing of water from the bathroom but heard none. It looks like he's not in the room at all, maybe he has left for work. Isn't he a musician? I thought they only needed to work when they wanted to produce a song. Well, I don't know much about music and it's stuff so I can't tell.

I yawn and stretch my arm, not that I am feeling sleepy but I feel pain all over my body coupled with my butt which was the most affected part from the fall since I tumbled and landed with my back, thereby hitting my butt on the floor with a loud thud.

I only not feel pains in my body from falling down and curling myself on that couch all night but I also feel dirty as I need to take off this heavy wedding dress and take my bath. I want some warm water to run through my body, and I am sure it will help cool it down. The problem is that I am afraid to damage anything in that bathroom but what can I do? my husband won't help me out and there's no sight of him.

Finally I concluded to walk inside the bathroom and take my bath but be careful not to damage anything. As I was about walking inside the bathroom I heard a knock, I wondered who it was. I don't think it's my husband because it's not possible for him to knock before entering our room. And about the members of this family, I only met them at the chapel today and haven't gotten re-acquainted with any of them. With the way they reacted to my husband leaving me behind at the chapel, I am not sure what my relationship with them will look like... I am only confident about my relationship with Mr Williams.

The knock came again and that was when I realized that I've been mumbling in my head and haven't gone to open the door. I gently amble towards the door and draw it open. My eyes fall on a tan skin girl with beautiful black eyes, taking in the outfit she's wearing, she looks like a maid... I think she's one.

"Good morning ma'am," she greets and slightly bow her head before flashing a very bright smile. Her beautiful smile makes her look so damn pretty.

"Ehmm, good morning," I mumble. Like I said, I am not an outspoken person, I am literally shy.

The maid's bright smile fades in a split second, I was quick to decipher why it is so. No one needs to bang it in my head that she is stunned to see me in my wedding dress, looking slightly tattered and weary. Her reaction is something expected of her, anyone would look shocked or surprised like her. A newly wedded wife had to sleep with her wedding dress and make up.... so ridiculous.

"Ma'am, am here to call you down for breakfast," she said and give out another bright smile but not so bright like the previous one, I think that's because her head is occupied with many questions of why am still on my wedding dress but couldn't find the courage to ask any as she might not want to pry into my privacy.

"Okay, I will come down soon," I said.

"Okay ma'am," she bowed her head once again before leaving.

I feel somehow shy with her overly courtesy which seems a bit too much. I guess this is how it's going to be, I hope to get used to it.... I hope to get used to this new life that I found myself into. I have never lived in this kind of extravagant mansion or have people being so polite to me. It's just something I will learn to adjust to.

Immediately the maid was outside, I was able to remember that I should've asked her about where my clothes are kept... Maybe she's one of those that kept them.

I'm so stupid. How can I forget something so important? I wanted to go after her but I can't, it won't look good if anyone sees me still in my wedding dress. Not knowing what to do, I just close my door. The maid said that breakfast is ready but there's no way I can go downstairs still dressed like this.

I think I should look harder for the closet. With that in mind I started looking for it. It took me a whole two minutes for it to finally occur to me that the closest might be in that inner room where I saw my husband walk out with a white towel around his waist.

I scuttle towards the inner room which I believe must be a walk-in closet and the moment I step in there, my eyes welcome the beautiful sight of clothes, shoes, watches and many other things aligned in sequence as if it's a shopping mall. I can't believe that all these belong to just one person .... How can someone be this rich? Others have a compatible closet that will fit their clothes but this husband of mine has a whole room filled with clothes.... with all these clothes here, I don't think he can wear any of them twice.

I think I am yet to understand how rich my new family is... will I ever be able to fit into their standard. I think the reason my husband doesn't love me is because our world is so far from each other. The distance between us is wide and deep. As a popular celebrity that he is, I believe he sees it as an eyesore to marry someone like me... someone so far from what his world looks like. I wonder why Mr Williams got me married to him when he doesn't even love me and am one thousand miles away from his standard.... I can never fit into his life no matter how hard I try.

I don't know why this thought stuck deep into my heart... It hurts thinking that I will never be part of his life even though I am married to him. At the same time, I don't know why I feel this way. I barely know him and if he decides to end this marriage, I shouldn't feel sad-right?

I just wave that thought away from my head as I scan through the room and find my things at one end of it. Mine is too small compared to his and I am not complaining because I've not worn this type of delusive dresses in the nineteen years of my life or own this much clothes. I can't believe that Mr Williams needs to go through the stress of buying this bundle of clothes for me..... is just too much.

Checking out the dresses, I found out that Mr Williams got my exact sizes. Maybe it wasn't so hard to guess my size compared to how lissom my body is. I can't say otherwise, I think Mr Williams is an angel into my life. Just in a blink of an eye, a girl like me who has just a few weary clothes is now the owner of loads of expensive dresses.

I looked through the clothes, and I was glad I found them. Now is the time to take my bath. I walk to the bathroom, not forgetting to tie the white towel I saw together with my clothes but the towel is too short and barely reaches my upper knee.

I will just manage it like that. When I reached the bathroom, I was careful with things there. I tried my best and found out how to put on the water to fill the jacuzzi as it's more complicated than the few ones I've seen.

I spent a cool time in the jacuzzi as I feel my body relaxed, now I feel alive. I didn't spend as much time as I wanted to, because I needed to go downstairs for breakfast.

After the warm bath, I tie my towel and walk out from the bathroom but immediately I came out from the bathroom. The entrance door flew open as my husband walked in gracefully but his feet stuck on the floor the moment his eyes met my half naked self. I gasped and quickly threw my head down, feeling so shy. I least expected him to suddenly walk in. I thought he has left for work, did he come back to get something or what

My cheeks burn as I feel his eyes wandered through my almost naked, pale, damp skin and I feel like disappearing due to how shy I am, also, the towel is too small and it revealed almost every part of my body

And if I wasn't mistaken, he stared at me for more than ten seconds in which I felt that my cheeks would release smoke due to how blushed I was, my whole cheeks turning red. I wanted to run back inside the bathroom but I couldn't move my body, it's as if I was glued to that position. I don't know why I feel this way when he's not even close to me but standing a foot away from the entrance door. Maybe it's because I've never been half naked in front of a man before or have anyone look so intensively at me.

I bite my lips, my eyes fixed on the floor below me and I can still feel his eyes on me like it was trying to pierce through my soul. Finally, after something that seems like fifteen seconds, I finally hear his footsteps. I raise my head and find him walking towards the inner room or maybe I should call it the changing room.

I finally let out a breath after he disappeared into the changing room. I was still standing, not moving. I won't go inside the changing room until he leaves. He's my husband but I can't even be confident in front of him. Well, he's the one making it more difficult for me by acting cold.

Not long after, he walked out from the changing room and just like he walked into the room, he walked away without a word and didn't even spare another glance at my direction.

I won't lie, I am really hurt. This is not the type of marriage I want for myself. I don't know about marriage but I learned a little from my parents. They always care for each other, they will prefer engaging in unnecessary discussion than staying all day without talking to each other.

I sighed and headed towards the changing room to put on my clothes and go downstairs for breakfast.

I saunter downstairs through the wide spiral staircase which looks like the type of staircase that can be found in a castle. This mansion is extraordinary, every single thing around here screams wealth. I haven't even viewed the other space in the house, just the little I've seen makes me ponder if I will ever fit into this family or if I made a mistake becoming the daughter in-law of this family.

It looks like I am still yet to understand the excessiveness of the family I got married into and the distance between my life and theirs. As I was taking in the beauty of the living room which looks like the whole house of some average families, I heard someone's voice behind me.

It was even now that I realized that no one had come down for breakfast. I was rushing downstairs thinking that I was late not knowing that none of the family members had arrived for the dinning. It seems they are not hungry. Well, I am ravenous and need some chunk of food in my empty stomach.

"Hi!" I hear the same voice that calls out to me, then it occurred to me that I've still not answered whosoever it is. I turn as my eyes fall on a resplendent young lady with beautiful eyes- smiling at me. I don't think I've met her before, though I didn't quite take in the faces of the family members at the chapel but I can subconsciously remember any of them if I meet them again but I don't seem to remember seeing this woman anywhere.

Still in her vivid smile she asks,"You must be the new bride, right?"

I nod, still contemplating if I've seen her before or not. She appears nice due to her manner of approach.

"My name is Hannah and I am...."

She couldn't finish her words before a steely voice interrupted her.

"A substitute wife or I must say a pitiful wife to be."

I quickly turn to see the person who makes the comment that seems a bit nasty. Is a pretty lady with long wavy black hair that falls down her waist. For a second I was indulged in how beautiful and long her hair is but her voice is not sweet and soothing like the lady who introduced herself like Hannah, also, her smile looks fake. Looking at her I think I've met her, probably at the chapel.... Now I get it, she's one of the people that mocked me when my husband left me behind. I don't think she's nice like Hannah.

Hannah's fascinating face turned sour the moment she heard the wavy hair lady's voice. She turned angrily at her but couldn't sputter a word, she only glared at the wavy hair lady who has a bogus or more likely, mocking smile on her face.

"I was only introducing you properly, why do you look so offended? I just want the new bride to get to know you better, you might confuse her with your words and then she will be misled from knowing the real family members from partial family members." The words of the wavy hair lady sounds so vulgar as she drags them out with an irritating smile which shows that she's only trying to provoke Hannah with her words. But Hannah seemed more reserved as she replied to the wavy hair woman. And what does she mean by real and partial family member?

"I didn't require your aid, Melinda," Hannah's voice didn't completely hide her anger. She ignored the Melinda lady and turned towards me as she once again put on her vivid smile.

"Don't mind the intruder. Like I said, my name is Hannah and I'm Ryan's fiancee. Ryan is the second grandson of the family."

"And useless, you forget to add that my dear Hannah."

That's Melinda's rude voice. I wonder what her problem is, why's she trying so hard to piss Hannah off. Her demeanor screams rude and arrogant. I don't think I like her. I wonder if she's a daughter or daughter in-law.

Yet again Hannah ignored her and just continued speaking to me not diminishing the bright smile. I love the way she's handling the rude Melinda who looks like a troublemaker.

"I was out of town and just came back last night so I wasn't able to attend your wedding. You are so beautiful, you make a good bride. I believe the wedding went well, right?" she asks with a lovely smile. If only she knew how horrible yesterday was for me. My husband left me at the chapel and made me sleep on the couch last night.

Before I could lie to her that everything went well, the same Melinda barge in... I wonder what kind of a lady this is.

"Went well you say?" She sniggers mockingly. "If you must know, it was hell horrible. The groom left the bride at the chapel and he also left her this morning and am sure they didn't sleep together last night. According to our family tradition, the newly wedded couple must go on their honeymoon the next day after their marriage but unfortunately, a girl who's pitiful just like our dear Hannah is left behind again and that's how it's going to be, she will never be accepted." She laughs annoyingly after her last sentence.

Now I think I don't like this lady, she's so annoying but somehow her words hit the deepest place in my heart. My husband and I were supposed to go on a honeymoon but he left me without a word. I don't know why I feel bad about that fact, it's something I should expect, how can he go on a honeymoon with someone he doesn't love. He left me behind at the chapel, what makes me think he will take me on a honeymoon.

"Melinda! don't act childish. You are hurting the poor girl's feelings," Hannah snapped but Melinda scoffed, she cares less.

"I am only telling her the truth," Melinda hissed and walked closer to me with a smile I knew quite well is not far from faux.

Putting on that weary smile, she said, "You poor thing. Just because grandfather picked you up from the street and got you married to his youngest grandson doesn't make you suitable to fit into this type of influential family. Also, there is no way in this world you will be able to reach Jace taste and standard so don't be too excited because you may not last long here. You are just a little thing kept in the house by grandfather while your so-called husband flirts out there. Remember, he is popular especially among women and not babies."

She didn't stop until she spat all those words out in a low but with a very icily tone. Her words pierce through my heart, she said a fact that I know though I thought it was just my silly reasoning but hearing it from this vicious woman makes my heart throb in pain. I am nothing, I will forever be nothing to my husband... I am far from what his taste is and I wonder if this marriage is going to bring me pain more than happiness.

Melinda is right, I am just a nineteen- year- old inexperienced girl, what would the rich and popular Jace find interesting in someone like me. This marriage might be more insipid than I expect but somehow my heart is ready to accept whatever this marriage brings to my table, I have already made Mr Williams a promise that I will not leave this marriage no matter what.

I thought she has said enough but hell no, she still spat out more and this time I feel a bit enraged as she lean closer to be and whisper those words

"I know the reason a little girl like you who was supposed to be in school agreed to get married into a wealthy family. You are nothing but a gold-digger and gold-diggers don't last long so be ready for the day you will be thrown out from this house, the way you were brought in."

I clench my fist in anger as I try to calm my nerves. I am not someone that gets angry easily but I can be greatly furious if someone insults my dignity. I know that I am a poor street girl but I can never stoop so low to become a gold digger. I don't mind clattering my teeth in suffering rather than being a golddigger.

I wanted to lash some words on her face but I restricted myself. Am newly married into this family and I think I'm the youngest so no matter what, I need to take in my anger and give out respect.

I never married Jace for money, Mr Williams was the one that approached me because he feels indebted to my late father. I even refused his offer to marry Jace since I am too young for marriage but he coax me into doing it. He said that he just doesn't want me as a daughter but he wants me to be Jace's wife. I don't know why he chose me out of all those girls out there.

I also accepted because I thought that Jace wants the marriage too but now that I have found out that he doesn't love me, what can I do? Divorce him? When Mr Williams pleaded with me to be by his side no matter what.

The poor old man was the reason my father died but it was accidental, my father willingly wanted to save him but ended up losing his life. The man wants to pay back the kindness and he has done a lot for me already. Why should I decline him the only little thing he asked from me. I don't know why he wants me to stay by Jace's side, but I am sure he might have a good reason for that.

"Stop it Melinda. Don't you feel ashamed, she's just a little girl and you are taunting her," Hannah stepped in with a grimace.

Melinda's hysterical laugh filled the large living room. "Don't be ridiculous Hannah. Why pity her when your situation is worse than hers. At least she's married but you have been shamelessly staying here as if you are part of this family."

"Melinda!" Hannah fumes. I can see the anger ranging in her eyes.

I wonder what Melinda means by that, is Hannah not part of this family? Isn't she the second grandson fiancee as she told me few minutes ago, why then is Melinda making her look like a total stranger. I heard Melinda call her a substitute wife and pitiful girlfriend, what could she mean by that? Why is Hannah a pitiful girlfriend?

"You always get unnecessarily angry Hannah, especially when the truth is being told," Melinda spat out as if she didn't say anything bad to Hannah. I wonder what kind of a lady is this. She has such a very dirty mouth and doesn't care about people's feelings when speaking.

She turns to me and I wonder what rash word she wants to utter now. I don't know what I've done wrong to this Melinda of a lady, it seems that she doesn't like me at all and I wonder why, I've done no harm to her. How can someone hate a person she hasn't got acquainted with.

"And you, I guess you don't know who I am, let me introduce myself," she pauses as she flips her hair dramatically, in a most sarcastic manner. "I am the ultimate daughter-in-law of this great family and you are mandated to respect me, in fact... you should worship me."

"And what makes you think she's going to do that," a familiar husky voice trails from behind. I need no second thought to quickly know who it was. But I thought he left already, why's he going on and off?