My Billionaire Husband

Diana sighed deeply and sat down on a small, old chair. To her surprise, the chair collapsed the moment she sat on it.

"Jeez… how old is this chair?" Diana wondered aloud.

She never thought there would be such a bas.e.m.e.nt in Brian's house. He always threw away anything he didn't want to keep. So why would he keep this old piece of furniture? Diana was so confused.

Diana squatted down on the ground and noticed that it was, in fact, an old, children's chair. Was this something Brian had when he was a child?

She picked up to examine it further and found it was a wooden chair in the shape of a pony.

For some reason, Diana felt sorry for the old, discarded chair. Seeing that it was easily fixable, she spent a few minutes putting it back together.

Bored again after fixing the chair and curious to see what else was down there, Diana turned on the flashlight in her phone and directed it around the bas.e.m.e.nt.

The entire space was full of kid's kinds of stuff: old toys, books, school awards.

The more Diana looked around, the more complicated a feeling she had. She had always imagined that Brian had a super luxurious childhood. But seeing these things reminded her strongly of her own childhood.

Diana felt sad, reminiscing of her forgotten youth. 

The sound of knocking interrupted Diana's trip down memory lane.

"Diana, are you there?" It was Brian. He seemed to be anxious.

Diana rolled her eyes and said nothing.

Brian kicked at the door, forcefully. "Diana! Are you in there?"

Hearing Brian's worried voice, Diana thought something might be wrong. She couldn't help saying, "What do you want, you crazy fool?"

"You are crazy!"

Diana bit her tongue, determined not to start another argument.

The voice of the butler broke the rhythm of their back and forth exchange. "Miss Anderson, the lock on this door is broken. But don't worry, we've called the locksmith, he should be here soon. Please don't be scared."

Was the lock broken? Diana was stunned, and then she banged on the door and shouted, "Brian, is that true? Why are you trying to trick me again?!"

Brian was also on edge. "Why do you think everyone in the world is out to get you? You think everyone tries to hurt you intentionally. You brought this on yourself!"

"What did I do?!" Diana screamed in exasperation.

There was a group of servants now gathered outside the bas.e.m.e.nt door. In an attempt to calm things down, they helped convince Diana that what Brian said was actually true, the lock just broke by accident.

Diana tried to stay optimistic about the situation. It didn't matter that she was locked in the bas.e.m.e.nt. It would be easy for the locksmith to fix the lock; she'd be out in no time.

Unfortunately, things didn't work out, as Diana hoped.

Brian's staff set about trying to find a locksmith. However, it proved very difficult to find one that would come out as far as the downtown area. Diana was down there for what felt like hours before the locksmith finally arrived. By that point, she was on the verge of tears.

Brian was very anxious. He had wanted to punish Diana, but he never expected that this would happen. He felt something that he wasn't used to feeling very often, guilt.

The locksmith stared unconvincingly at the lock for a long time, shaking his head. It was quite clear that he was no expert.

He continued poking around at the lock for a while, then turned nervously to Brian, "No, I'm sorry. The lock has been broken for a long time. The keyhole has been blocked. The only way is to saw it off."

"Then do it!" Brian said impatiently.

The locksmith couldn't bear to make eye contact with Brian. Instead, he murmured quietly under his breath, "I didn't bring my saw with me."

Brian was speechless. He was about ready to kill the poor locksmith.

Luckily for him, the butler intervened on his behalf.

"There is a carpenter's saw in the garden," he said to Brian. The butler liked Diana; she was very easygoing and always treated them nicely. Seeing her in trouble, the butler was eager to help.

"Go and get it right now!" Brian commanded.

The servants hurried outside to the garden to fetch the saw, fearing Brian would erupt at any second.

Meanwhile, in the bas.e.m.e.nt, Diana had fallen asleep against a wall. Exhausted from the day's events, she could not stop herself drifting off in the warm, dark surroundings of the bas.e.m.e.nt.

Whilst Diana was napping, people outside were desperately trying to cut the lock with the saw. And although the noise was very loud, Diana was too deeply asleep to be awoken by the sounds.

Finally, after what seemed like an age, the servants finally succeeded in sawing the lock off, and the door opened.

Brian had been busy preparing excuses, how he hadn't intended to shut Diana in the bas.e.m.e.nt, that it was an accident. However, after opening the door, he found Diana was sleeping peacefully on his childhood rocking horse. 

Her expression was calm and soft, and there was the faint hint of a smile on her face. Everything about Diana was so attractive at that moment. 

Seeing that Diana was asleep, Brian waved at his servants to back off and strode into the bas.e.m.e.nt.

He picked Diana up and walked out.

On the way to the bedroom, Brian looked at Diana and let out a long, relieved sigh. It was this woman in his arms that truly aroused in him the feelings of love and hate.

Diana was like a beautiful fox, clever and cunning. No one could understand the fox, including Brian.

But Brian had to admit that he was attracted to Diana. Otherwise, he would never so easily lose control of his emotions when around her.

Diana's room had already been prepared, and Brian carried her into the room.