Unveiling The Cold Billionaire's Secrets

Roselle instinctively tightened the towel on her body, wrapping her hands around herself, in a pathetic attempt to hide however much she could. Nicholas looked unfazed, and tore his eyes away from her.

His tie hung loosely down his shirt, with the first two buttons undone. His hair was a disheveled mess, and Roselle wondered where he had been.

"You're coming with me to a show at five."

His words were brief and his tone, neutral, yet commanding. Roselle was very familiar with the tone, and from her years of experience with her father, she was naturally submissive.

"O..okay," she stuttered.

She wondered why they had separate rooms in his house, but decided against dwelling on the thought.

"Make yourself comfortable," he said, before leaving and closing the door behind him.

She stepped into the shower and had a long warm bath, settled into a loose pair of sweats she found in her walk-in closet, and internally debated between taking a long nap and surveying the house.

Stepping outside of her room felt like a crime, but she took her chances. She was scared as she was not accustomed to the building yet, and made her way across the hall and into a maze of passages.

When she realized she was lost, she sat on the ground, knees to her chest and before she knew anything, she found herself sobbing uncontrollably, the reality of things settling heavily.

She had been forced by her father, to marry Nicholas on a whim, earlier that day, and couldn't stand a chance against him, whose authority she was under.

Roselle wondered what life would have been like, if she had a mother. She never saw her. Her father said she had passed, after giving birth to her. She never saw any photos of her, either. She was just an imagination, to her.

Roselle believed her mom would not have let her get married, against her will.

Nicholas Wilson was exactly what the books said. He was the standard of most girls. He stood tall and imposing. His athletic build fit perfectly into the black turtleneck top he had tucked into a black pair of trousers, with a vintage trench coat over it, earlier at the courthouse.

Roselle mind wandered back, when he spared her only but a split second glance, unimpressed. He had seen more beautiful girls, she was sure.

She felt a tap on her shoulder, and lifted her eyes, expecting to see either one of the workers, Miss Cherry the friendly maid, or at the very least, Nicholas. But she was wrong.

She wiped my eyes with the back of her hand, sniffling. He looked so full of concern, as he offered her a hand, but she humbly refused, with a curt nod and a small smile.

This man before her was devastating...handsome. His chiselled features and warm brown eyes stood out. He radiated warmth and a sense of calmness, which was strange.

He had a small scar above his left eyebrow, which gave him a rugged charm. Roselle looked away, catching herself midway. She couldn't acknowledge his looks. She wouldn't. She had a husband.

So she picked herself up, and wiped her back, although there was nothing to wipe. The marble floor was spotless.

"I'll take it that you're my brother's new little wife." He cocked his head to the side, examining her. She suddenly became self conscious, although fully clothed.

Nicholas had a brother?

"Yes, I am," Roselle managed to respond.

He exhaled, lifting his head. "You shouldn't be seen lurking around the corners, don't you think?"

"I was just trying to find my way, I'm sorry," she lowered her gaze to the ground and flinched when she felt his hand slowly lift her chin.

"If there's one thing Nicholas hates, it's a girl who is unsure of what she's worth. Keep your head up," he simply said. "I'm Austin, he said, before walking away."

Roselle stood there, confused and lost, before trying to find her way around, again.

A young worker approached her, she was dressed in a similar uniform as Miss Cherry, the friendly maid she had met on arrival.

"Mr Austin told me you were lost, miss. I'm here to show you around, if you don't mind," she smiled. Roselle nodded, "thank you."

She settled in her bed after the little house tour with the maid, who she got to know was Carla.

The door chimed softly and cracked open as Miss Cherry poked her head through.

"Family lunch in thirty minutes, ma'am. Please put on something - beautiful," she smiled, a nervous look flashing across her sunken eyes.

Quickly, Roselle settled on a sleeveless black dress, which hugged her body, revealing her curves. It was the most decent dress she could find. She put her hair in a ponytail and once she figured she was ready, she gave Miss Cherry a call.

"You look ravishing. They'll love you, I'm sure." Roselle smiled nervously.

"What are they like?" she asked genuinely, fear creeping up her voice. She wasn't sure what she was expecting, and how many people were in Nicholas' family.

"Be careful, not everything is as it seems in this house," Miss Cherry answered in a monotone, leaving the room and instantly filling Roselle with foreboding.

She sat for the next few minutes, waiting for Miss Cherry to come back in and lead her out.

"Are you set?" She asked as she came in, her expression blank.

"I can't say, for sure," Roselle mumbled under her breath.

"You'll be just fine," Miss Cherry smiled, as she led Roselle out, and into the large dining hall.

The table was set with a variety of dishes, and Roselle walked in, realizing that she was the last to take a seat. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of everyone who sat around.

On the adjacent ends of the table were a man and woman who Roselle figured were her parents in-laws. Roselle's eyes met the imposing figures of her hosts.

Nicholas' mother, sat at the head of the table, her piercing gaze scrutinizing Roselle from head to toe. Her expression was expert in restrained disdain, her lips pursed into a line and her eyebrows arched. She seemed to be sizing Roselle up, finding her lacking.

Meanwhile, Mr Wilson, Nicholas' father, gave a warm smile, but it came out as forced, his eyes lacking the warmth his lips tried to convey.

"Ah, Roselle, lovely to finally meet you," he said, his tone light, but his voice devoid of any truth. Roselle smiled politely in response.

"Your father has told me so much about you." His gaze drifted away, his attention already wandering, but he tried to conceal it.

Roselle felt like an outsider, as she took her seat on an empty chair beside Nicholas, whose eyes lingered on her for a while, before turning away, as if he hadn't seen her at all.

Miss Cherry's warning echoed in her mind, "Not everything is as it seems in this house." Roselle's heart raced, as she wondered what secrets lay hidden within the Wilsons' polished home.

Across from her was Austin, who smiled warmly, giving her an approving nod.

"How does it feel becoming a member of our family?" Mr Wilson asked, as he took a spoonful of food.

"It's lovely, so far," she answered, avoiding eye contact.

"You are a good look for my son. I'm sure he appreciates you." Roselle's eyes trailed to Nicholas, who ate, mindfully avoiding the conversation.

"Thank you."

While Mrs Wilson carefully watched Roselle's moves and body language, her disgusted look remained etched into her features.

"Have you two had a chance to talk? You know Nicholas, he's constantly working and out of the house. It's a surprise he invited my wife and I over for lunch," Mr Wilson said, with a smile and laughter, which revealed his perfect dentition.

"More like mother made him invite you over," Austin commented, a smirk dancing on his lips.

"If you don't mind, son, I'm trying to get to know my lovely daughter-in-law here," Mr Wilson said, with a forced smile.

"This is a joke," Austin spat.

"What is?" Mrs Wilson questioned, her head cocked, after being quiet for so long.

"It's alright, we'll all just pretend we are one big, happy family," he retorted, his gaze, stone cold, boring into his mother.

"It's best you stay quiet, wouldn't you agree?" Nicholas said in a monotone, his voice low, yet commanding.

"You care the least about family, why pretend now? Don't tell me you're trying to impress your little wife," Austin responded with a sly smile.

"What wife?"

The dining hall immediately went quiet. Roselle's eyes widened, as she lowered her gaze, the humiliation settling heavy.

The Wilson's exchanged knowing glances, not particularly surprised at Nicholas' question.

"That's not a way to speak about your wife, Nicholas," Mr Wilson coaxed, trying to maintain the peace.

"And I should take that advice from you? Father?"

"Listen to your father, Nicholas," Mrs Wilson said, and Nicholas scoffed.

Roselle shifted uncomfortably in her seat, already tensed up by the exchanges.

Mrs Wilson cleared her throat, as she scanned the room.

"Let your brother be, Austin," she stated, with a smile, and a soft voice. "How's the meal, Roselle?"

"It's.. it's amazing," Roselle answered, as she began coughing. Lifting her head, she saw Nicholas sliding a paper towel to her, without as much as looking up at her.

"Thanks," she mumbled, as the coughing fit died down. Nicholas' phone rang, and he got up to leave.

"Two hours," he said to Roselle, before storming out.

The only normal family meals Roselle had ever had were at her best friend, Debbie's house, with her normal family. She made a mental note to give Debbie a call.

Austin got up, and left the table, leaving Roselle with Nicholas' parents who didn't stay much longer before they got up to leave. Not one more word was shared among them.

Roselle sighed, as she was finally left alone at the table. Her stomach churned, so she served herself a generous portion of food, and ate until her plate was cleared.

She got up, and went into her room. She still couldn't shake off the embarrassment she felt by what Nicholas said at lunch.

She sat at her vanity, as a quizzical image of herself stared back at her from the mirror.

Roselle scoffed, as a grin spread out on her face, barely reaching her eyes. She got up and into her closet, searching for the best dress she could find. She knew exactly what she wanted.

Smiling, she pulled the dress off the hanger and set it on the bed, proceeding with her hair and makeup.

About an hour later, she slipped into the dress, which revealed her cleavage and hugged her body, pronouncing her curves.

Miss Cherry came into her room, to lead her outside, where Nicholas waited.

"You look incredible," she said, her hands on her chest for emphasis.

As they made their way out, Roselle was confident in how she looked, and strutted out, but on getting outside, the sight before her caused her jaw to drop.

It was Nicholas, standing beside the car, his eyes fixed on Roselle. But what caught her attention, was not Nicholas.