The Billionaire's Battered Wife

Chelsea POV I think I'm the only bride in the world who's sad on her wedding day . But you can't blame me. I was getting married to someone I barely know to save my family. But I couldn't call off the wedding because I don't want my family to suffer again! They have done a lot for me and it's time to repay back everything at this once. I was brought to my husband's house after so much cries . I'm leaving the place I grew up to open a new page of my life.. Tricia, who is 3 years younger than me, sobbed as she hugged me, "We will miss you so much, but don't be sad okay? Everything will be alright." As much as I don't want to leave her, to leave my family but I can't. I am doing this for her, for our family. This is the only way for us to survived. I caressed her back and said, "Me too. I will miss you too, and Mom." She sniffed and nodded, saying, "I can't believe you're married now." I am Chelsea Collins, also known as Cee, I am a 24-year-old woman who is full of ambitions, but I suppose God has a different plan because none of my goals have come true because my parents are poor. I came from a very, very poor family, and I can't stand by while they continue to suffer. That's why when I met an old man whom I saved when he was in his near death experience, I thought I was lucky because it turns out he was very wealthy old man. Instead of rewarding me of something that I will be very thankful for the rest of my life, he made me married his only son, Hunter Klein Crimson. ********* "Thank you for saving my life, dear. If it wasn't because of you, I would've been dead by now. I will always remember your kindness." The old man who was lying in a hospital bed thanked me. I shook my head and gave him a slight smile. "It's nothing, sir. I think anyone would do the same thing like I did." He slightly laughed. "Would you mind telling me your name? I have a son and I think he's around the same age as yours." "Oh, I'm Chelsea Collins." I said and extended my hand to him for a handshake but then took it back when I saw that he had some stuffs on his hand. "What a beautiful name, Chelsea." He said and nod his head and look at the man who was standing behind me. "Well then, Chelsea, I would like to thank you again for saving my life and in to repay you with your kindness, you shall marry my son." I blinked twice to what he said. "W-what?" I asked stammering. "His name is Mr. Hunter Klein Crimson, he is Mr. George Crimson's son, the man in front of you whom you saved." "W-what?" I asked once again, dumbfounded of what they are saying. "Don't worry, it's nothing compared to what you did to me. I know you're a good person and you're gonna be good to my son too." I can see the sincerity in his eyes. "B-but, I don't think it's right for us to----" "My son is a billionaire, you and your family will forever be compensated. The choice is yours, my dear." ********** It was as if all of my dreams came true but it all went down the ground upon knowing who he really was. But in this marriage, I will put up with anything. Some sort of trade took place in my marriage. I feel like I was traded for money, but I don't care as long as my family is fed going forward. Challenges should be accepted. *** The ride to my new house was silent as Hunter sat next to me in the back seat without even giving me a glance. I gave him a cursory glance, and he's not awful at all; he seems divinely lovely. He glanced coldly at my face and hastily averted his gaze. As soon as we got out of the car, he started walking towards the mansion without even waiting for me to catch up. This wasn't what I had in mind. I've always thought my husband holding me close, if not cuddling me, on the day of our wedding, but this guy, I'm terrified of him. I move rapidly to keep up with him while the driver removes my luggage. "You are now living in my home, and I have rules that you must abide by. My father had me married to you to support your impoverished, stinky family of yours! And don't you even dare to sleep in the same room with me. Being with you in the same house makes me wanna puke and disgust me, what else do you think will happen with me if you sleep in the room with me. Do you understand me?!" He spoke with authority, and I only nodded. Tears started to roll down my face as I realized this might be worse than I thought. I have no doubt that this place will be horrible. "Are you deaf? Don't you have mouth and tounge speak?!" He roared. "Because of you, my life now is a living hell. I despise you and will make sure that you enter hell before you pass away. Tomorrow, I'll establish my rules, which you must follow; if you don't, you'll have to spend the entire day standing on the ice. Now, slut, get out of my sight before I might do something to you!" He shouted and knocked me to the ground. Tears streamed down my cheeks; how will I survive in this place called home? The only thing that can ignite me is his voice. I didn't ask for this, but I must persevere for my parents, my sister, and myself. Yes, I will have to endure everything; perhaps one day he will change, I know he will. He must.