The Billionaire's Cruel Marriage Revenge

(Freya's POV).

On the bed, I was very nervous waiting for Devan to come out of the bathroom. Devan Harrison Haven. The man who officially became my husband a few hours ago.

I was surprised to see Devan come out in his neat clothes.

"Devan, where are you going?" I asked.

It was our first night, but Devan looked like someone who wanted to go for a walk.

"Dev-" I was instantly stunned when Devan shot me a glare.

"I'm going out," he replied.

"K-out? Where?" I asked, confused.

"Nightclub," he replied indifferently.

"Nightclub? But we just got married," I said as I approached Devan who was walking towards the door.

"I don't care," he interjected in a cold tone. He gave me a hateful look. "Don't you dare cross me," he ordered.

"But it's our wedding day," I said quietly. I wrung my hands in agitation.

"So?" he asked.

"W-we're officially husband and wife. Is it normal for you to go out on our first night?" I asked in a low voice.

"So what do you want?" He walked closer to me. "You expect me to sleep with you on our first night?" he said with a mocking smile.

"Dev, what's wrong with you?" I asked, confused. I reached for Devan's hand, but he brushed it away roughly.

Where was the Devan who always smiled gently at me and was full of caring gestures? The Devan currently standing in front of me was not the Devan I knew. His gaze was so cynical and full of hatred.

"Marrying you alone makes me sick. Don't expect me to sleep with a lowly woman like you!" he exclaimed harshly.

"What do you mean, Mas?" I asked in a trembling voice. I bit my lower seedling to keep my tears from falling.

"Forget it. Don't interrupt my fun!" he snapped.

"Devan!" I exclaimed as Devan came out of the room slamming the door.

I threw myself to the floor. The bone-white wedding dress I was wearing was tattered by the squeezing of my hands. My tears fall crying for Devan's departure on our first night.

It's late at night and Devan hasn't come home yet. I've tried calling his number many times, but it's not picked up at all.

"Where are you?" I said in a trembling voice. I kept crying in my room.

Tonight was supposed to be a beautiful night for us, but instead, he sowed wounds in my heart. He just left me on our first night.

I still tried to contact Devan even though he didn't pick up. On the 30th call, he picked up the phone.

"Hello, Devan?!" I called with a pale face.

"Hello, who is this?"

I was surprised to hear a woman pick up the phone. "D-where's Devan?" I asked in a trembling voice.

"He's lying on my lap. Who are you?!" the strange woman exclaimed.

I immediately hung up the phone call. I clutched my phone with a broken heart. My tears broke knowing he was with another woman.

Oh my God... Why did Devan change his attitude like this? What happened to him?

I sobbed with a broken heart.

I woke up in the morning. Last night I waited for his return in the living room until I fell asleep on the sofa. I immediately ran to check his room to see if he was home yet, but he wasn't there. As I came down from the second floor, I heard the sound of a car coming from the yard.

I hurriedly ran to the door and was surprised to see Devan coming home looking disheveled. The pungent smell of alcohol immediately greeted my nose.

"Dev, are you drunk?" I asked. I tried to help Devan into the house, but he brushed my hand away roughly.

"Don't touch me!" he snapped.

"Dev, what's wrong with you?" I was already crying when Devan was rude to me. "Why are you being rude like this?" I asked.

"I am like this," he spoke with a mocking smile.

"No, you're not. You are different. One year we've known each other and you've never once been rude to me," I said with a trembling voice.

"Oh, yes. Stupid Devan," he said in a mocking tone. "He's a fool for being nice to a woman like you."

It hurt. I squeezed my chest which felt tight. I was helpless as he looked at me with disgust and hatred. It was a very different look from the Devan I knew.

"Dev," I whispered softly. My hand tried to reach his arm.

"You nag! Leave me alone!" he snapped. He pushed me until I fell to the floor.

I winced in pain. He just looked at me with a mocking smile and walked away. I tried to get up with my wedding dress still clinging to my body.

"Wait, Dev!" I called out. I managed to catch up to Devan and pulled his hand. Now we were face to face.

"Let go!" he snapped.

"Dev, what did I do wrong? Why are you being so rude?" I asked, confused.

"You've done a lot wrong, Freya." Devan grabbed my chin.

"D-Dev, it hurts," I said. I winced in pain.

Devan released his grip in annoyance. "Go away!" Devan concluded, "and don't bother me again," he continued.

"No! I won't leave until you answer my question, Dev!" I exclaimed.

Devan snorted in annoyance. "It's my loss for marrying a woman like you, but what can I do?"

The tightness inside my chest left me at a loss for words. I could feel how hateful he was from the look in his eyes towards me.

"You proposed to me, Dev! You said you loved me," I said through sobs.

"Who would have thought you would believe anything I say, Freya? Do you think I, a rich man, would marry a lowly woman like you?" Devan said with a mocking smile.

I felt sad. Why didn't he get a beautiful gift on our wedding day, but a gift of betrayal like this?

"So you've been lying to me?" I asked in a low voice. I crumpled up my dress.

"Wake up, Freya. Why would I love a woman like you," he said.

"Then why did you marry me if you don't love me at all, Devan?!" I snapped in a sobbing voice.

"I married you to make you miserable, Freya," he said.

This sense of disappointment and betrayal broke my heart. I stared at him with tears streaming down my face.

I took off the ring on my ring finger and threw it at him. "Divorce me, Dev! I want us to get divorced!" I cried.

The ring crashed into Devan's body before falling to the floor. Devan grabbed both my shoulders roughly.

"Before I make your life a living hell, I will never divorce you, Freya," Devan said with his eyes flashing with hate.

(Freya's POV).

I stared in disbelief at Devan. I felt like my world was collapsing all at once. It was like a big hammer had hit my chest and it hurt so much.

I forced myself to speak even though I didn't know what else to say. "What you said just now was real?" I asked in a trembling voice. "That you married me just to make me miserable?" I said. My voice disappeared in the pain that pierced my chest.

"Yes. I married you because I wanted to make you miserable. Make your life hell," he replied in a cold tone. He didn't care about my sobs at all.

"Why?" I asked in a trembling voice. "What did I do to you?!" I screamed hysterically. I grabbed his shirt and shook his body.

"You are completely innocent, Freya. But you still have to suffer the same pain I've suffered all this time," Devan said.

"What did I do wrong to you?!" I shouted.

"Because you are Freya, that's why you are guilty," Devan said. "A beautiful marriage?" Devan smiled mockingly. "Don't get your hopes up, because I'm going to make your life miserable, Freya. I'll make you feel like you're living in Hell, so you'll ask to leave this world," he continued.

"Why are you so mean? What did I do to you," I sobbed. I hit Devan repeatedly.

"This is just the beginning, Freya. I'm going to show you what Hell is," Devan said. "My hatred will never go away until I see you living a life of destruction," he added.

My hands dropped. He walked away from me, while I could only cry over my misfortune. I never thought that marrying Devan would be the beginning of my misery. I loved him so sincerely, but I was betrayed by him.

By late afternoon, Devan still hadn't come out of his room. I went into the room. He was still fast asleep without wearing any clothes. The smell of alcohol still clung to his body. He hadn't showered since his return this morning.

"Dev," I called out as I shook Devan's arm. He squirmed uncomfortably under his blanket. "Dev, wake up!"

"Noisy!" snapped Devan.

I flinched as I felt my hand being brushed roughly by Devan. But I still tried to wake him up.

"It's already noon. Eat first. You also need a shower," I said.

"Don't mind me. And leave me alone!"

"But, Dev-"

"Don't argue!"

I couldn't say anything after that. My eyes began to burn and my throat felt choked. Devan woke up, he immediately looked at me sharply.

"From now on, don't you ever enter this room without my permission!" he ordered.

"What?" I glared in disbelief. "But this is my room too. If you don't let me in here, where will I sleep?"

"Sleep in another room! I don't want to sleep in the same room with you," she said.

"But we're officially husband and wife. We should both sleep in the same room," I said.

"Are you deaf?!" she exclaimed. "Why would I sleep with a woman I don't love? I won't even consider you as my wife until death!" he continued in a raised voice.

I remained silent for a few seconds. I couldn't stop my tears from falling.

Should I continue to put up with his rudeness while he hated me so much?

"All right," I said softly. Getting up from the bed, I wiped away my tears with the back of my hand. "I've already cooked. It's on the dining table. You'd better eat soon because you haven't eaten anything since this morning," I said, informing her.

"Whether you eat or not is none of your business!" she protested. "Get out of my room right now!" he snapped.

"Fine. I won't bother you anymore," I said, walking out of the room.

"Oh, one more thing," she spoke again.

Just before I opened the door, I turned around and looked at him.

"Don't forget to pack up all your things that are in this room. I don't want any of your things left here," he said in a cold tone.

"Okay. I'll pack up all my things from this room," I said with a sad smile. "It's much better if you tell me to get out of this house," I whispered.

"Don't expect it!" he snorted. "You're already grateful you married a rich man!".

"Why would I marry a rich man if he doesn't love me at all?" I asked in a muffled voice. "I didn't get married to beg for my husband's money!"

"That's good! I wouldn't give a penny of my wealth to you either!" he exclaimed.

I squeezed my tight chest. Tears welled up in my eyes. I tried to compose myself even though it felt like a thunderstorm was raging in my heart. I had no idea that loving him would be this painful.

Despite his hatred for me, I couldn't erase my great love for him.

I finished moving my things from Devan's room to mine. When I packed up my things, he was no longer in the room. I don't know where he went. It was late and he still hadn't returned.

When I tried to call his number, his cell phone was off. I was so worried. I didn't eat dinner because I was waiting for him to come back.

"Miss Freya, eat first," my servant said.

"Later. I'm still waiting for Devan to come home," I said.

"Then I'll go to the back," she said.

"Yes," I replied. "Oh, wait!" I called and she turned back to me.

"Yes?"

"When Devan came out, did he say where he wanted to go?" I asked.

"Uh, I don't know either. I was in the sideyard," she replied.

"Oh, okay then."

I sat on the sofa and waited for him to come home. I heard the sound of a car from the front yard. I immediately rushed to the door.

When I opened the door, I saw him coming home drunk. A beautiful woman emerged from the car and embraced Devan's body intimately.

My heart sank. I squeezed my cold sweaty hands.

"Who is she, darling?" the woman asked in a stern tone.

I gasped in shock when I heard the word 'darling' come out of her mouth. I tried to remain calm as Devan glanced sharply at me.

"Just a servant. Ignore her," he said, making my heart break many times over.