The Billionaire's Real Wife

Chapter 5: Legally Married

Two hours later, I heard voices in the corridor. I sat upright and adjusted myself.

Logan's bodyguards surrounded the lounge but he was not with them. However, with their presence, I knew he was around. I fixed my eyes on the television as we waited for him.

Logan walked into the lounge after some minutes. He sat on a sofa that was in front of me and crossed his long legs as usual. He was on the phone, so I stayed for another thirty minutes. I waited for him to speak when he got off the phone, my patience wore thin.

"What do you want from me?" I asked in a tremulous whisper.

"What I have always wanted," Logan responded, fixing his gray eyes on me. "I have shed some weight," he mumbled. I looked at him and lowered my gaze.

"You never told me what you wanted from me," I whimpered, and he kept staring at me with an unsmiling face.

"Are you sure?" He asked. His tone was quite soft. I racked my brain but I couldn't remember him telling me what he wanted from me.

"I can't remember. "

There was another long silence in the lounge. Logan fixed his eyes on me; the mystery in his eyes beckoned me irresistibly.

"Marry me"

His words were followed by an interminable calmness. However, I hate his piercing gaze that was fixed on me.

"You have purchased me already; haven't you?" I asked.

"Legally"

I was short of words, so I kept my mouth shut. I couldn't believe the enemy I had been battling with for the past three years had finally nailed me. I felt weak and defeated.

Logan waved at one of the men in suits and he opened his briefcase and gave me some documents to sign. I looked up at the man who gave me the papers.

"Don't worry, everything is there. Your passport and …."

"Where did you get my passport?" I interrupted, tapering my eyes in awe. He looked at Logan who was on another call. Logan brought his phone down.

"With money, you can get everything," he said, and continued with the phone conversation. I got angry and signed the papers without studying them. I did not see the need to read the papers before signing. I was ready to face whatever life threw at me.

The lawyer put the papers back in his briefcase and stood up to leave the lounge. Logan called him back and whispered something into his ear.

I stood up to go and was expecting him to call me too so that I would tell him I preferred the small house, but he did not. I loved everything about the small house and I felt like I owned it already.

The distance between my house and the main house was quite far. A lot of things began to go on in my head as I walked back to my house. "Will he be spending time with me or are we going to live as strangers?" I asked myself as I sauntered towards my small gorgeous house. I would like to know more about him, but I did not see the possibility. I threw myself on the bed when I entered my bedroom and slept off.

*Author's Perspective*

Logan sat on his bed and examined the signed papers. His full name and real identity were clearly stated by the lawyer. He was happy Mia did not read the papers she signed. She wouldn't have agreed to marry him if she had known who he truly is. It was nobody's fault that Mia did not know who her husband is. Everything was clearly stated on the paper but she did not care.

There was a hidden vault in the wall of Logan's bedroom which was controlled by his fingerprints. He placed his finger on the right spot and the vault unwrapped slowly. Logan hid the papers and stared at the pictures he hung on his wall; he could not believe he had just fulfilled the last promise.

"You will remain in my heart forever," he whimpered, touching and staring at the beautiful portrait of a woman in his bedroom. "I'm sorry I couldn't keep one of the promises," he murmured before leaving the bedroom.

He arrived at the dining room when it was time for dinner, but his wife was not there. He waited for a few minutes and began to eat. Probably, she was still mad at him over what he said earlier. Logan knew she would sign the papers without going through them when provoked, so he dropped the sentence to get her a bit provoked and his plan worked.

He pressed the intercom and Ethan, one of his most trusted servants, who was also like a brother to him, appeared.

"Sir," Ethan prostrated. Logan grabbed a face napkin and wiped his lips slowly. He dropped the napkin on the plate and stood up.

"Find out what is wrong with her and get back to me," he said and walked away. Two of his bodyguards that accompanied him to the dining room walked swiftly behind him.

"Alright sir"

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I was woken up by the sound of Mr. Gregory's rattletrap. I looked through the window and laughed. I quickly got down from the bed and went out to meet him.

"You missed the dinner," he said immediately as he walked into the lounge. Ethan walked beside him.

"There is no culinary here," I said weakly, and sat down on the sofa.

"None of the houses in this estate have a kitchen. There is a general cookhouse and a banquet hall. The boss feeds everyone," Ethan said.

"Where is the banquet hall?"

"In the main building," Ethan responded.

"I didn't know, no one told me. Wait…you don't expect me to walk down there every day, do you?" I said, raising my voice slightly up.

"He kept you here because he traveled and you were not legally married to him. Now, you have signed the legal papers, I'm sure he can't wait to be with his wife," Ethan grinned mockingly as though he meant the opposite of what he just said. "Please, do not miss breakfast tomorrow or keep him waiting." He turned to walk away.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Ethan"

"I want to have a chat with you; would you mind?" I asked. Ethan shook his head and waved at Mr. Gregory. I waited until he was completely out of the house before asking my questions.

"I heard your boss is a nasty drug mogul, is it true?"

"What difference would truth make? You are his wife already. If you had sought my opinion before agreeing to marry him, I would have told you what you wanted to hear," Ethan said resentfully, and I opened my eyes widely.

"Is he a killer?"

"No"

I heaved a sigh of relief.

"Can you describe him in one sentence?" I asked.

"He is a man who gives people enough grace, but doesn't give a second chance," he said with an unsmiling face. I wondered what he meant by that sentence.

"The girl that is hovering around him, who is she?"

"I don't know; I don't meddle in his private affairs, I mind my business."

"How long have you been working for him?" I asked.

"Fifteen years"

"What??

"I have been working for him since I was nine."

"How old is he?" I asked with a surprised tone.

"He is twenty-five. The…I…mean his father made me his personal assistant. We attended the same school and did everything together."

"Why did your parents send you to serve them at a very tender age?"

"I was a homeless child, his father picked me up and gave me a home," Ethan grinned and stood up. I forced a smile as I kept wondering what he meant by seeking his opinion before marrying him. I knew they were hiding something. I vowed to find out what they were hiding. I just needed a clue.