All Chapters of OWNED BY AN INVISIBLE HUSBAND : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

19 Chapters

chapter One: The Card and the Contract

“Have you been interviewed before?” The question sat carefully on my mind as I thought of the answer. Or rather, thought of what brought me to this situation. Nothing other than the cost of living would have made me all dressed up and uncomfortable. But it appears this company looks rich enough to get me rich too. I had researched about them for weeks, both online and onsite. From the glass walls to the polished floors, the way people walked around with expensive shoes and coffee cups, it spelt my agenda in words. Even the air inside the building smelled rich like people here didn’t sweat or cry or stay awake at night calculating how many days they had left before rent was due. And that was made me sit in the middle of the interview room trying not to tug at the blazer strangling my shoulders. God, I couldn’t breathe in this thing. The material dug into my skin every time I moved, and the skirt hugging my thighs felt one sneeze away from ripping apart. Elena was going to pay

Chapter Two: The Point of No Return

Two days.Two whole days and the card still sat in my room like some cursed object waiting to ruin my life.Honestly, maybe it already had.I stared at it through the reflection of my mirror while sitting on my bed, my oversized shirt slipping slightly off one shoulder.Victor Hale. Corporate Lawyer.The black card rested between my fingers as I turned it over slowly for probably the hundredth time that day.Nothing about it looked fake.Trust rich people to make even business cards intimidating. I sighed and dropped backward onto the mattress dramatically before holding the card above my face.“What kind of rich psychopath hires a wife through a lawyer?” I muttered.The ceiling obviously didn’t answer.Outside my window, the city buzzed faintly with evening life. Car horns echoed from down the street while music blasted somewhere in the neighborhood. Meanwhile I was sitting in my tiny room considering whether or not to call a mysterious lawyer offering me a contract marriage.God.I

Chapter Three: Welcome Home, Amara

I almost didn’t go. That was the embarrassing truth. After agreeing to meet Victor Hale, I spent nearly forty minutes standing in front of Elena’s mirror questioning every life decision that had brought me there. Including the decision to trust a rich lawyer with serial killer vibes. “You’re actually doing this.” I whispered to my reflection. My reflection looked equally concerned. I had changed outfits three times already. The first dress made me look like I was trying too hard. The second made me look like I sold illegal substances behind clubs. The third one, the black long sleeved top and jeans I finally settled on, at least made me look normal. Well, as normal as a woman going to discuss contract marriage terms with a stranger could look. Elena was still at work thankfully, which meant I didn’t have to explain why I was leaving the apartment dressed like I was preparing for a nervous breakdown. I grabbed my small purse from the bed before staring at myself one last time.

Chapter Four: He Sees Everything

“Welcome home, Amara.” I literally felt chills in my whole body. And I desperately searched round for the source of the voice, hoping I’d catch him. But I was sorely disappointed. The voice disappeared immediately after that. My heartbeat suddenly felt too loud inside my chest. My eyes moved instinctively toward the small cameras hidden in the corners. Victor continued walking like nothing had happened. Like mysterious billionaire voices speaking through invisible speakers was completely normal behavior. I huffed a breath, moving a strand of hair from my mouth as I stood straighter. Psychopaths. Both of them. I hurried after him quickly. “Wait.” Victor slowed slightly. “That’s it?” I whispered harshly. “That’s all he says?” “For now.” I frowned. “Where is he?” “Working.” “That’s not an answer.” “It’s the only one I can give.” I glanced around again uneasily as we walked deeper into the mansion. Everything looked too perfect. The floors gleamed beneath soft lights whi

Chapter Five: The forbidden Door

The night passed on sluggishly. It’d taken me a while to fall asleep, considering the fact that it was a new environment.I also had to change and call Elena after to let her know I was okay and it’ll take a while before I got back.She tried to emotionally blackmail me to speak but I frustrated her enough to hang the call with a flat ‘love you’ from her.As my eyes, adjusted to the lights, for a few seconds, I genuinely forgot where I was.The bed beneath me felt too soft. The blankets smelled expensive. Even the air felt cleaner somehow. Then slowly, the memories returned.The mansion, the cameras, Adrian’s voice, the contract. The fact that I had willingly moved into a rich man’s surveillance dungeon for money.“Fantastic decisions all around.” I muttered into the pillow.A soft knock came from the door and I sat up immediately.“Come in?” I said.The door opened smoothly and Mrs. Laurent stepped inside carrying a tray. Of course she did.This woman appeared so quietly I was beginn

Chapter Six: The Room That Watches Back

The door creaked open slowly and the sound alone sent chills crawling down my spine.Mrs. Laurent stood behind me breathing hard enough to make me turn slightly toward her again.I had never seen her look unsettled since I got here. But now? The woman genuinely looked afraid.“Miss Glen,” she said sharply. “Step away from the room.”Too late for that now. Curiosity had already grabbed me by the throat.I pushed the door wider open slowly while dust drifted visibly through the air. The smell hit me first.Old.My flashlight swept across the darkness carefully and my breath caught immediately.Monitors. Dozens of them.My eyes widened slowly.“What the hell…”The room looked massive inside. Far bigger than I expected.Old desks stretched across the walls carrying computer systems, tangled wires, blinking lights and screens everywhere.Some were switched off while others flickered quietly.Mrs. Laurent stepped beside me quickly.“You shouldn’t be here.”I barely heard her because my brai

Chapter Seven: My Dangerous Choice

A dull throbbing pulsed through my head as I groaned softly and forced my eyes open. For a few seconds, everything looked blurry as the ceiling above me slowly sharpened into view and confusion settled heavily inside my chest.My room.I was back in my room.I pushed myself upward too quickly and instantly regretted it when dizziness slammed into me again.“Jesus,” I whispered while pressing my fingers against my temple.Memories returned slowly after that. The surveillance room. The monitors. The woman in the video. The darkness.And him.My heartbeat stumbled violently. That voice beside me hadn’t come from speakers this time. It had been real. Close enough for me to feel breath against my skin.I looked around the room immediately.Empty.The curtains were partly open now, allowing pale morning light to spill across the floor. Nothing looked out of place. Everything appeared calm.A strange discomfort crawled slowly beneath my skin as realization settled heavily inside me.Someone

Chaper Eight: Secrets and Silent Promises

I paced around my room, scratching my head till my scalp hurt.“It’s a terrible idea.” I said to myself. “How do I even begin?”I groaned at the ceiling, hating how frustrating and troubling it was to give my friend a call. “She’s probably sitting on the bed right now, holding her phone in her hand, patiently waiting for me to call. Oh my God.” I sighed as i facepalmed.“You can do this.” I mentally prepared myself as I stared at my phone for almost ten minutes before finally deciding to call Elena.Which honestly said a lot about my survival instincts because if anybody deserved updates before I got murdered in a billionaire’s mansion, it was probably my best friend.The problem was figuring out how much truth I could actually tell her without hearing screaming through the phone for the next six hours.I sat cross legged near the center of the bed while sunlight stretched softly across the room. Everything around me still looked offensively expensive.Meanwhile my brain was currentl

Chapter Nine: The dress and the conversation

I was still staring at the ceiling when the speakers crackled softly above me.“Why exactly do you think you’re a disappointment, Amara?”I screamed. Actually screamed.My phone flew out of my hand dramatically before bouncing against the blankets while my heart nearly launched itself from my chest.“Oh my God!” I gasped while clutching my chest violently. “Jesus Christ!”A soft pause followed. “My apologies if I had scared you.”“You cannot keep doing that!” I snapped toward the ceiling. “Normal people knock before emotionally terrorizing others!”“You were alone.”“That doesn’t make it better!”My breathing still hadn’t fully recovered. I glared upward like Adrian himself physically sat inside the speakers.This man genuinely moved through the house like a haunting. Silence lingered briefly afterward before he spoke again.“You didn’t answer my question.”I narrowed my eyes immediately.“What question?”“Why do you believe you disappoint people?”There it was again, straight to unco

Chapter Ten: Training for the Lie

Victor arrived at exactly seven in the morning like some expensive corporate demon summoned by punctuality itself. I opened the bedroom door half asleep, hair messy, eyes barely functioning and immediately regretted everything about my existence. How did this man look professionally intimidating before sunrise? Victor stood outside my door dressed in a dark charcoal suit with his hands folded neatly behind his back. Not a wrinkle anywhere. Not a single strand of hair misplaced. Meanwhile I looked like stress had physically attacked me overnight. He glanced at me once. “You’re late.” I blinked slowly. “For what exactly?” “Training began ten minutes ago.” I stared at him in disbelief. “You scheduled my suffering before breakfast?” Victor remained calm. “Presentation begins with discipline.” “Presentation begins with coffee,” I corrected while rubbing my eyes tiredly. “And preferably emotional stability.” “You have five minutes to prepare.” “You sound like

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