Mr president's little wife.

It's been a week since I was brought to this house, and I still haven't been allowed outside. The only person I ever see is the maid-silent, expressionless-who brings my food and disappears before I can say a word.

Insane, isn't it? This marriage was never my choice. I never wanted to get married-especially not like this. I always imagined a life on my own terms. But what choice did I have, when my parents hold the reins to every decision? I sigh and press my forehead against the cold windowpane, eyes fixed on the endless sky. Is this it? Is this how I'll live the rest of my life-trapped, silenced, invisible? The door swings open, tearing through my thoughts. In walks my so-called husband, flanked by two bodyguards. "Well, well," I say, folding my arms. "Didn't think I'd actually see your face." I try not to notice how maddeningly good-looking he is. But it's hard to miss-the sharp jawline, the expensive suit, the kind of presence that demands attention. I hate that he has it. I hate that I notice. His eyes are worse. Cold. Piercing. Like he sees right through me-and doesn't like what he finds. He doesn't say a word. Just gestures for the bodyguards to leave. Once they're gone, he steps forward and tosses a file onto the bed. "I'm not here to chat," he says, voice like cut glass. "Read it. Carefully. Break a single rule, and you'll pay the price." My mouth opens-ready to snap, to spit something back-but a small voice slices through the room like lightning. "Dad!" I freeze. A little boy bursts in, racing straight toward Andrew. Dad? I turn my head slowly, my heart thudding in my chest. What the hell is going on? 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.