The Conqueror s Wife

Chapter 1: Trapped in a Contract

Mirabel's POV

The loud, relentless beeping of the alarm yanked me from sleep. Groaning, I reached out to turn it off, but then it hit me-I wasn't in my home anymore.

I sat up, rubbing my sleepy eyes as I looked around. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get used to this place. Everything felt foreign, like I didn't belong. But this was my reality now.

Sighing, I got out of bed and dragged myself to the bathroom to freshen up. Once done, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen, thinking about what to prepare for breakfast.

Pasta. That would do.

I quickly cooked and set the food on the dining table before heading to Grey's room to wake him up. But as soon as I entered, I saw a maid already dressing him.

"My little boy," I whispered, stepping closer.

I squatted in front of him, reaching out to help, but he immediately smacked my hand away.

"Tell her to leave," Grey demanded, his voice firm.

My heart clenched, but I didn't argue. Without a word, I stood up and left the room.

This wasn't the first time.

Holding back my frustration, I made my way to Adrian's room. I pushed the door open without thinking-

Shit!

I forgot to knock.

Before I could turn around to fix my mistake, his cold voice cut through the air.

"You never listen, do you?"

I shivered. Fear gripped me instantly. Yes, I was scared of my own husband. Isn't that amazing?

"I-I was just going to knock," I stammered, taking a step back.

But before I could move, he grabbed me by the waist, pulling me close.

"What are you doing here?" His voice was as cold as ever.

"The food is ready," I managed to say.

"So?"

I blinked. So? What did he mean so? Didn't his brain know what came next after that?

I found myself staring at his lips-sharp, firm, and undeniably tempting.

"Are you done looking?" His deep voice snapped me back to reality.

God, was I drooling?

Embarrassed, I tried to pull away, but he suddenly let go of me. I lost my balance and landed on my butt with a painful thud.

"Ouch," I winced, looking up at him. But he had already walked away like nothing happened.

Seriously?

I dusted myself off and followed him to the dining room.

Grey and Adrian were already seated. I quietly served their food and was about to sit down when I remembered one of Adrian's ridiculous rules-I wasn't allowed to eat with them.

I had to wait until they were done, standing like some maid waiting for orders.

Crazy, right? But those were my husband's rules.

As I stood beside Grey, watching him eat, he suddenly frowned.

"I don't want this!" he snapped, before flinging the hot pasta onto me.

The burning food splattered across my skin. I screamed in pain, my hands instantly turning red from the heat.