Ouch, My CEO Fiance Fell For His Maid

1- Absurd Conditions

Ashley Walter’s pov:

“You will NOT show your face to your husband. Agreed?” She asked me in a stern voice.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I muttered under my breath.

“I can’t hear you, girl. Louder!” Her voice turned harsher.

“YES, MA’AM,” I screamed.

“You are not allowed to sleep beside your husband in the bed. You will use the mattress in the corner of that bedroom. On the floor. Agreed?”

“YES, MA’AM!” I yelled again.

“He usually doesn’t spend his time in his room but once he will be back, you are not allowed to talk to him, not allowed to walk, eat or drink in that room. You are not allowed to use the bathroom. Agreed?”

Now that was too much. I lifted my veil to have a look at this old goat’s face who was getting me married to her grandson for ten million dollars. Where was I supposed to pee? On carpet?

“I can’t hear you, girl. Do you want money or not?” She screeched in my ear making them ring.

Urgh!

I did want that money. It could solve my problems. I could get Mother Superior treated for cancer.

“YES MA’AM!” I pressed my lips in a thin line and dropped back my veil. My vocal cords would suffer if she would keep asking me to shout like this.

“You will behave like you do not exist. You will think of yourself as a furniture piece… Just lying there. Now if you agree to my conditions, sign the papers.” She threw a pen on the table and slapped her hand on the document.

I tried to read my soon to be husband’s name but she was quick to hide it with her hand.

“Why are you reading it? Either sign it or get lost!” Damn. Can’t she talk in a normal tone? Why she keeps on screaming like this?

I signed the papers and voila!

I was married!

asked me to look for a job and leave the

received the call, I was over the

suspicious gaze from head to

my skin must be dripping by now making me look

Or maybe female Dracula!

few hours after my arrival, I was asked to marry her grandson whom I knew

and didn’t

he

stay married to

was free to leave the

was about to sign the papers, she held my

my grandson. Don’t even think of touching him or talking to him.” She brought her wrinkled face near

try to touch him and I

to put forward these absurd conditions. Well! He seemed

I kind of scolded myself. Ignore her face! Try to imagine ten

Yes!

did bring a smile to

I said

mouth she left

the papers and we were out of there in a

I was ordered

sat at

on the doorstep near the entrance

show

one or two hours took me to a master bedroom after

Oh, my God!

was so …

was inviting my tired body but then my gaze fell

you bring my bag? My all necessities are in

her old friendly way she just nodded keeping her eyes cast

marry her grandson. They did not let me wash my face or clean my hair which still had all the mud and my leftover

How is this f*king possible? He is… sinfully handsome,