In a bold move to secure her family's future, I entered into a marriage with an imposing billionaire, driven by financial necessity rather than affection.
The lavish mansion, filled with countless servants and opulent luxuries, enveloped me in a world far removed from my previous life.
However, amid the grandeur and the seemingly perfect lifestyle, I found myself feeling empty.
The whirlwind of extravagant parties and polished silverware could not mask the profound absence of genuine connection.
It soon became clear that while this life was filled with material abundance, something essential was lacking—true love.
I realized that my husband, although a powerful figure in the business world, had a daunting presence in our marriage as well.
He treated me more like an employee than a partner, often barking orders rather than seeking a shared understanding.
The imbalance was palpable; he placed great value on his status, demanding respect and deference while neglecting the emotional nurturing that a partnership requires.
As I learned to adapt to this way of living, a flicker of determination grew within me to find a way to bridge the gap between us.
Little by little, I began to reshape my perception of him, attempting to uncover the layers beneath his arrogance.
My marriage life took an unexpected turn as I consciously chose to cultivate feelings of affection for my husband.
I realized that love is not solely born from romance; it can also be cultivated through understanding and patience.
For several months, I have endured the painful consequences of my husband's infidelity, which transformed him into an aggressive and unrecognizable version of himself.
His volatile behavior escalated to physical violence, forcing me to escape into the safety of our backyard.
In those desperate moments, I would call out for help, and thankfully, there was always a guardian angel nearby like a superhero, offering support and hope when I needed it most.
In spite of my bastard husband being a billionaire driving extravagant cars like the Bugatti Centodieci and Lamborghini Veneno
Despite his endless resources, it is evident that he fears my resilience.
Such a coward!!
A realization that became crystal clear in moments of conflict.
Whenever I felt threatened, I found solace and protection in my savior.
His name is Bon, a former police officer whose courage stands as a stark contrast to my husband's intimidating facade.
A handsome man whose charming smile and broad shoulders always ignite a flutter in my heart, I find solace and joy.
His tattooed arms wrap around me, telling me it won't last long almost like a promise to me.
For nearly a year now, our shared love for books has drawn us together every midday at his home, where the scent of old pages mingles with the comfort of his good-hearted nature.
Those quiet afternoons, filled with laughter and whispered dreams.
I had a dream of becoming a famous fashion designer, little passion becaming a writer, but my dreams didn't come true.
This bastard husband forbidden me to work, he wants me to be a house wife.
Reading books lifts my spirit.
Call me Ella.
My bastard husband's name is William.