The Billionaire's Revenge Bride

Rose POV My heart flips the moment I see him coming towards me, it usually does that whenever I see him.

The beads of water that slid down his hair means he just freshly got out of the shower.

His attention is deep on his phone and for a moment my senses remind me to hide. The stupid things I do when I can't face the man I have been falling for since highschool. He doesn't know yet and he doesn't know I have picked up the job of a cleaner just to be close to him since being pretty and wearing designer clothes doesn't get me anywhere.

And now I'm thinking of hiding. Hiding because it's the old hours of the day, who cleans by night when they should be home having good dinner with family, probably me and seeing me should be weird.

What! I'm doing this to get his attention. Why should I hide? But that thought wasn't as strong as my will power.

Coward!

Echoes in my mind. My mom taught me to be brave and outspoken but he has taken away everything I know instead makes me feel small.

I veered towards the side corridor before I could think properly peeping through. I watched him walk down the hallway in a graceful motion. I admired every inch of him from his full eyebrows down to his muscular physique.

I barely got noticed but I worked so hard to.

Based on my job as a janitor, we barely got noticed by this hockey star. For them we are insignificant but I have this strong zeal he was going to look my way one day.

Just one day, I held up to that fragile hope like my life depended on it.

Then it dropped, the thumb sounds exploded down the hallway. He stopped and he saw me this time.

I must have been carried away staring at his rigid back when I mistakenly kicked the mobbing bucket.

He is looking at me and walking towards me. His midnight eyes pierced into my soul, seizing up my last breath and they were filled with questions.

My heart squeezed, it felt like my body was about to jump out of my skin.

“Are you okay?"he asked.

Oh God!

His voice, I better survive this.

He drew closer and for a second I wished the ground could open. Even after a few seconds I couldn't make out any excuse as to why I was still around the corner when every janitor had gone home.

I never knew he’s so close and one step was all it took and I found myself falling. I feared I might crack my ribs, fracture my ankle but I fell right into his arms. My breath flutters.

Gosh! My lips are slightly parted when I stare into his beautiful eyes. Is this really happening?

Rose, get hold of yourself!

“You should be careful”

“Umh…yes…. right”

What in God's name I'm I even saying?

“I mean. Thank you”

He nods.

“Why are you still around? I thought every janitor have gone”

“Umh” I tried to make out an excuse to save my *ss but my brain betrayed me. How could I tell him I came to watch him practice and I'm his biggest fan.

Other teams walked in distracting us for a moment.

There is an exchange of greetings and pleasantries making me again feel small and insignificant. His attention is diverted.

I tried to walk away but he stopped me.

“Do you mind if I drop you off?” He asked.

“Umh…no… I will manage” the words slipped out even before I could take it back.

“But it's late”

“Ok fine”

This was how I got my husband attention and we finally got married.

Jack Maddox.

Rose Maddox supported him throughout his career in every little way I could and he is on his way to championship with his team.

The camera clicked almost blinding my eyes at the press conference. I clutched my stomach tightly smiling inwardly myself imagining the big smile on his face when he gets to hear the good news.

Since we're in the celebration mood its perfect I announced to him about the news though I wanted to wait till our wedding anniversary which is four days from now.

“I want to thank my wife for being more than my cheerleader, for being my backbone and my biggest supporter throughout this journey” he started his speech.

I can't feel more proud.

A proud wife.

My eyes felt glassy watching my husband praise me in such a manner in public. I wiped the tears that threatened to fall. It was tears of joy. He had almost gotten to the peak of his career and that alone was what mattered so much for me.

“And I will also love to thank Cassandra Drake for always supporting me” the crowd cheered and clapped.

Then a notification popped up from my phone. It's from my brother saved with a different name. It read.

“Dad have finally accepted him” It is more than great news for me, I felt like jumping to my feet like a girl who just got her first degree certificate.

My marriage to my husband wasn't accepted by my father. In his words he wasn't feet for me but I'm a girl that knows what she wants so I went on with the marriage without my father's blessings and him cutting me off didn't matter to me as long as I had my husband.

And learning about this good news should be the highlight of my day, like the universe made it a mission to put a smile on my face today then I continue to read.

“His doing this for the baby and would love to have a chance to carry his first grandchild”

My phone rang immediately after I read my brother's message. I excuse myself to answer outside only to find him standing outside with his arms apart.

“What are you doing here?” I hesitated. My eyes scanned around for any sign of anyone looking at us.

“Is that how to greet your big brother? Come on”

I sank deep into his embrace, it has been like forever since I spoke to my family. I literally avoided them in public. We spoke about a few things before I got back inside only to see Cassandra hanging around my husband.

The team doctor.

She whispered something to him while looking at me which I couldn't hear which made my husband give me a deadly look like he was angry or mad at him or something. I can't guess but Cassandra's aura is something I have never liked, especially her sudden closeness to my husband.

The moment I approach my husband he gave me a furious glare. He should be happy he just made a huge grand total on his career but he doesn't look happy.

He looks sad but why?

What is wrong with him? He's supposed to be happy.

“Are you okay?”he said nothing but instead swatt out my hand when I tried touching him.

His glare is full of disgust and I'm wondering what I must have done wrong.

“I never knew you were this cheap”

I gasped, what is he talking about?

“What is going on?”

“Get lost, I knew you were just going to act so innocent” he pushed me away leaving my mouth open in shock.

Did I do something? Did I say something wrong? I thought about the things I did in the last few hours. Nothing screamed I did anything wrong so why is he treating me this way I chase after.

He is walking to the car park.

“Babe” He ignores me.

Now, I think something is definitely wrong somewhere. Could it be what Cassandra said to him? What could that possibly be?

Why in God's name is my husband giving me some f*cking d*mn attitude?

He slid into the car without opening the door for me. He usually does that, why is today different.

I didn't complain instead I opened the door when someone pushed me from behind like trying to force herself in. I almost thought it was a thief and about to scream when I saw the face.

Cassandra.

What the hell?

I didn't even realize she have been behind us all these while.

“Sorry I have a phobia for long trips. Do you mind me sitting at the front?”

Since when did she start following us home.

“No” I snapped.

“Sit at the back” but she didn't back down instead she's looking at my husband for approval like what I just said didn't matter.

“Come on Rose, you can stay at the back seat. Cassandra clearly has an allergy for long trips”

Allergy for long trips! How did he know that? Have they been coming home together? What about her car?

Maddie We never got home, we clearly never did.

The best day of my life turned into the worst day filled with pain and misery.

The drive home was silence and I couldn't take my eyes off Cassandra sitting at the back and from my observation it's clear in her eyes she likes my husband or is she blind to the diamond ring sitting on my forth finger.

My darling husband thinks it's fit for his darling team doctor to sit at the passenger seat while I stay at the back.

I fought for that, I really did but my husband thinks it's not a big deal since his team doctor claims she have allergy sitting at the back seat.

My favourite jazz music was playing and it felt like therapy as I nodded to every beat watching as the city passed from the window but it was turned off and classical played instead.

“Why would you change the music?” “Because I don't like it,” Cassandra responded.

“And who cares about what you like?