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CLAIR'S POV

Tears welled up in my eyes as he walked away. When we arrived at his house yesterday, he left and I had a maid show me my room. Apparently, she has been with the Rossi's since Matteo was a child.

He just came home this morning with an angry look on his face. I was about to ask what happened only for me to get yelled at and insulted. He called me a whore and a money seeking bitch.

I honestly don't understand why I will be looking for money when my parents are already wealthy.

I choke a sob as I sit on the island. He specifically told me not to cook for him, talk to him, look at him or do anything.

I put my face in my hands as I sob harder. "What am I going to do now?", I sob. My older sister got to marry who ever she wanted. My older brother did the same. But I never get lucky.

I wipe my tears and stand up. I walk up the stairs to my room and plop down on my bed. We're supposed to have our honeymoon but he didn't want to be anywhere near me so I decided to resume work next week Monday.

His maid, Martha had gone to the market to get foodstuffs. I hear the door downstairs slam forcefully and I knew he was gone. So I have the whole house to myself.

Yesterday journey was very tiring. We travelled from Los Angeles back to New York, its stressful sitting down for about four to five hours doing nothing.

I lay on my bed and grab my phone from the nightstand. There were eight text messages from Sam. She really cared about me. I smile as I read the messages.

Hey girl.

Are you alright?

Text me as soon as you see these messages.

Please don't cry about this.

It's not your fault at all.

I really don't know what to say or do that will comfort you.

But I know that I'll be there for you all the step of the way.

I love you.

I smile and drop my phone on the nightstand.

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Sitting down in the living room with my face buried in my novel, I hear the door open. Raise my head and in walked the devil with a beautiful Barbie clinging to his arm. I return my focus to my book and ignore them. That's the most I could do.

I hear heavy footsteps leave the room and panic started to build inside of me. Naturally, I'm not good with people especially those who hate me.

"So you're the whore that married him", I hear her bitchy tone and I snap my head to her. She really was beautiful with her toned skin, high cheekbones, ice blow eyes and mind blowing body. That made me feel so inferior plus she's taller than me.

"I'm not a whore", I mutter under my breath as I stand up. "Are you sure about that sweetheart? You're to young to be throwing yourself at men", the woman says with a smirk.

"My name is Clair, it's nice to meet you. May I know who you are?", I ask her. Her smirk grew as she placed a hand on her hip. "My name is Alexia Manes. One of the top five models for Vogue and fiancée to Matteo", she says and my mouth went dry. Of course she's with him.

"Well it was nice meeting you", I say and grab my novel before rushing up the stairs to my room. I officially hate my parents!

"I can't believe you married someone like her", I hear muffled voices from downstairs. I quietly walk out of my room and sit at the top of the stairs.

"It wasn't my choice", I hear Matteo say. "She's a whore", Alexia says. "Obviously", Matteo says and my heart began to clench. Was this how they hated me so much?

"I want you to get rid of her baby", Alexia whines. "You know I can't do anything till after a year", he says and I hear Alexia huff.

"Make her run away or something. You may fall in love with her before the year runs out", she says. "I already hate her so there's no way I'll ever do that", he assures her and I feel tears stream down my cheeks.

I choke a sob as I ran to my room and fell on my knees. I was done for.