Mr president's little wife.

It has been a week since I moved into this house, and I haven't been allowed to step outside. The only human contact I have is the maid who silently brings my food and leaves without a word. Isn't that crazy? This marriage was never my choice. I never planned to get married-ever. I always wanted to live my life on my own terms, but what can I do when my parents control every decision for me? I sigh and stare out the window at the endless sky. Is this how I'm going to live for the rest of my life? As I'm lost in my thoughts, the door suddenly swings open.

My so-called husband steps in, followed by two bodyguards. "Who do we have here?" I say, crossing my arms. "I thought I'd never see your face." I try to ignore how irritatingly good-looking he is. Did I just call him handsome? Well, that's not a lie. He really is. But his cold, piercing eyes hold no warmth. They look at me as if we've met before and things didn't end well. He gestures for the bodyguards to leave. Once they're gone, he walks closer and tosses a file onto the bed. "I'm not here for small talk. Read this carefully," he says, his voice sharp. "Break a single rule, and you'll pay for it." I open my mouth, ready to snap back at him, but before I can, a small voice interrupts. "Dad!" A little boy runs into the room, heading straight for Andrew. I freeze. Dad? I turn my gaze toward him, my mind racing. Andrew picks up the boy, and for the first time, I see something new on his face-a smile. A real one. "Are you seriously his father?" I ask, trying to keep my temper in check. He barely glances at me. "I don't owe you an explanation," he says coolly. "If you want answers, read the documents in your hand." Frowning, I flip open the file. The bold letters on the first page make my stomach drop-CONTRACT MARRIAGE. I scoff as I continue reading. The terms are ridiculous. The marriage lasts until he decides to end it. I am responsible for taking care of his son, Brian. Nothing must happen to the child. I am not allowed to roam around freely. I can't read any further. My fingers tighten around the file as I feel my sanity slipping. Is this some kind of joke? "Are you kidding me?" I blurt out, my voice laced with disbelief. "Everything in that file must be followed," he states firmly. "And if I refuse?" I challenge, narrowing my eyes. His expression remains unreadable. "Then you'll face the consequences." I let out a bitter laugh. "I married you, not signed up to be a nanny!" "That's not for you to decide," he replies coldly. Setting Brian down, he calls for a maid to take the child away. Something inside me snaps. "Oh really? Well, I do have a say in my own life!" I yell, grabbing the file and tearing it in half right in front of him. The air shifts. In an instant, he's in front of me, his hand tightening around my throat as he pushes me against the wall. My breath hitches. "Who told you that?" His voice is low, dangerous. "You don't get to make the rules here. I do. Everything about you-your life, your choices-they belong to me." I struggle against his grip, but he doesn't let go. "You will do as I say, without complaints. If not..." He pauses, then pulls something from his pocket. A small photo. I look at it and feel my blood run cold. Lily. My heart clenches. Lily isn't my biological sister, but she's the closest thing I have to family. We grew up together in the orphanage, and I love her more than anything. I swallow hard. How does he know about her? As if satisfied by my reaction, he releases me, letting me gasp for air. Without another word, he tosses a new file onto the bed before walking out. I stand there, my body trembling. This isn't just a forced marriage. It's a cage. And now, someone I love is being used as leverage. Tears streamed down my face. What do I do? If I disobey him, will he really hurt Lily? My heart ached at the thought. Why was he doing this? What did I ever do to deserve this? No. This wasn't because of me. This was happening all because of the people I called my parents. My so-called mother and father. If not for their greed, I wouldn't be trapped here like this. They sold me off like I was nothing, all for their own selfish gains. I clenched my fists. One day, I'll make them pay for this. Once I get out of here, they'll regret ever doing this to me. A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. The door creaked open, and a maid stepped inside. I quickly wiped my tears before she could see them. She bowed her head slightly before speaking. "Mr. Brian wants to see you, Mrs. Williams." I blinked. "Mr. Brian?" It took me a second to process her words. A six-year-old is asking for me? I swallowed down my frustration, forcing myself to stay calm. Without another word, I stood up and followed the maid. When we arrived at his room, I found Brian sitting on the floor, playing a video game. He didn't even glance at me. I turned to the maid. "You can leave." She nodded and walked out, closing the door behind her. I waited, my arms crossed, watching the little boy who already seemed to hate me for no reason. He finally paused his game and looked up at me. His eyes were cold, just like his father's. "I don't want you in this house," he said, his voice filled with confidence beyond his years. "You can't be my mom. I don't like you." I let out a dry chuckle. "Well, guess what? I don't like you either." His eyebrows shot up in surprise. He clearly wasn't expecting that response. "But whether you like me or not, that's not up to you," I continued, meeting his glare with one of my own. "You'd better get used to me being here because I'm not going anywhere." For a moment, he was silent. Then, he smirked-just like his father. "We'll see about that," he said arrogantly. "I'll make sure you're out of this house within a week." I smiled back, just as defiantly. "Let's see if you succeed in that." We locked eyes, a silent battle beginning between us. Never seen a kid as spoilt like this.