Irene's P.O.V

The word "Wife" kept ringing in my head as I brushed through my hair. The maids trooped in with luxurious shopping bags while standing behind me as they watched me brush through my hair while smothering it with oil. "Please leave" I muttered, almost bawling my eyes before them, for them to just leave me alone.

It was just a day after my forced marriage and I felt suffocated already. I doubted that I would be able to last a week in this darned house. Everybody suffocated me, most especially the maids who always ensured that I was okay.

A lot of women would have loved to be...