Billionaire 's Little wife

Chapter 1: Trapped in a Contract

Mirabel's POV

The loud, relentless beeping of the alarm yanked me from sleep. Groaning, I reached out to turn it off, but then it hit me-I wasn't in my home anymore.

I sat up, rubbing my sleepy eyes as I looked around. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get used to this place. Everything felt foreign, like I didn't belong. But this was my reality now.

Sighing, I got out of bed and dragged myself to the bathroom to freshen up. Once done, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen, thinking about what to prepare for breakfast.

Pasta. That would do.

I quickly cooked and set the food on the dining table before heading to Grey's room to wake him up. But as soon as I entered, I saw a maid already dressing him.

"My little boy," I whispered, stepping closer.

I squatted in front of him, reaching out to help, but he immediately smacked my hand away.

"Tell her to leave," Grey demanded, his voice firm.

My heart clenched, but I didn't argue. Without a word, I stood up and left the room.

This wasn't the first time.

Holding back my frustration, I made my way to Adrian's room. I pushed the door open without thinking-

Shit!

I forgot to knock.

Before I could turn around to fix my mistake, his cold voice cut through the air.

"You never listen, do you?"

I shivered. Fear gripped me instantly. Yes, I was scared of my own husband. Isn't that amazing?

"I-I was just going to knock," I stammered, taking a step back.

But before I could move, he grabbed me by the waist, pulling me close.

"What are you doing here?" His voice was as cold as ever.

"The food is ready," I managed to say.

"So?"

I blinked. So? What did he mean so? Didn't his brain know what came next after that?

I found myself staring at his lips-sharp, firm, and undeniably tempting.

"Are you done looking?" His deep voice snapped me back to reality.

God, was I drooling?

Embarrassed, I tried to pull away, but he suddenly let go of me. I lost my balance and landed on my butt with a painful thud.

"Ouch," I winced, looking up at him. But he had already walked away like nothing happened.

Seriously?

I dusted myself off and followed him to the dining room.

Grey and Adrian were already seated. I quietly served their food and was about to sit down when I remembered one of Adrian's ridiculous rules-I wasn't allowed to eat with them.

I had to wait until they were done, standing like some maid waiting for orders.

Crazy, right? But those were my husband's rules.

As I stood beside Grey, watching him eat, he suddenly frowned.

"I don't want this!" he snapped, before flinging the hot pasta onto me.

The burning food splattered across my skin. I screamed in pain, my hands instantly turning red from the heat.

Tears pricked my eyes, but I clenched my jaw. If he weren't just a kid... I didn't even want to think about what I would have done.

I looked at him, waiting for an apology. But nothing.

And Adrian? He made it even worse.

"You can't even prepare a simple meal that he likes," he said coldly. "How do you expect to handle him?"

Then, without another word, he stood up and walked away-taking Grey with him.

I stared at my burning hands, blinking back tears.

I finally sat down, letting the pain and frustration sink in.

If not for my mom, what would I be doing here? It has been two years since I got married to him but he never accepted me as his mother.

A Brief Introduction to My Miserable Life

My name is Mirabel Logan. I come from a poor family, and because of that, I've lost so much.

My father died because I couldn't afford his medical treatment.

Now, my mother is battling kidney failure-an inherited condition that runs in my family. The only way to save her is through a transplant, which costs ten million dollars.

I worked multiple jobs, struggling every day, but I barely saved even a fraction of that amount.

Then Adrian Carter came into my life.

He offered me a deal-a contract marriage. In exchange for becoming his wife and acting as a mother to his son, he would pay for my mother's surgery.

I had no choice. I signed the contract.

And now, here I am-trapped in a marriage with a man who doesn't care about me and a son who hates me.

"Welcome to My Life"

I took a deep breath and slowly stood up, ignoring the burning pain on my skin.

"Are you okay?"

I turned to see Lisa standing near me, concern written all over her face. She was one of the maids-probably the only one in this house who treated me with kindness.

"I'm okay, Lisa," I lied, forcing a smile.

But deep down, I wasn't okay. Nothing about my life was okay.

Adrian thought I sold myself for money.

Grey hated me.

And no matter how hard I tried, I was nothing more than a burden in this house.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I turned and made my way upstairs. My hand was throbbing, the red burns on my skin reminding me of what just happened. The pasta had been hot-hot enough to leave a mark.

When I reached my room, I went straight to the bathroom and grabbed the first-aid box. Carefully, I cleaned the burn, wincing as the antiseptic stung my skin. Then, I wrapped my hand in a bandage.

My stomach growled, reminding me that I hadn't eaten all day. But I wasn't in the mood to eat.

I walked over to my bed and lay down, staring at the ceiling.

Everything felt heavy-my body, my heart, my life.

How did I end up here?

A wife to a man who despised me. A mother to a child who wanted nothing to do with me. A prisoner in a house where I didn't belong.

I let out a shaky sigh and closed my eyes.

Maybe if I slept, I could escape reality for a little while.

Before I knew it, sleep took over.