Billionaire's wife by Ashleh Queen (free ebook novel TXT) 📗

His perfect puppet,

I stared out of the window and watch him leaving. Only two breaths later I found Barbara coming into my room. I didn’t turn to look at her. I knew she is already sitting on a recliner and doing her job. I looked at my wrist that had his handprint. It was nothing less than a reminder of me being caged.

But soon my focus was my manicured nails that were done to the perfection by the staff hired for all of his women that were around six including me at the moment. The rest were servers and then came the management staff that had many other departments.
I stared at my ring that was shining even after losing its meaning. I took a long breath recalling his face and felt a huge knot in my throat wondering for how long he wanted to keep me.

I have tried asking for a cell phone from the same maid who often prepares sandwiches for me. But she was bound to follow the orders. The maid has promised me that she won't tell on me but I wonder to whom I would make a call. I don't want to worry Rachael and don't even know what number David has.

I went to the bathroom and removed my skin-coloured bathrobe. I switched on the shower while the whole last night made me shiver. I couldn't stop thinking of his sly smile that seems to make fun of my situation. Thinking about all that I imagined my life with my husband I couldn't help but gasp. But then, I fist my hands and tried to tell myself that he was never my husband. For him, I am only a purchased commodity with only one difference that I had the tag that read wife.

A chill ran through my bone recalling his calls that he freely receives in front of me now. I have learned by now that he was not a human and something tells me he can sure kill anyone without any remorse. Hoping even a little mercy from him in his words or actions was useless. One should only try to escape and this is what I will do too if I get a single chance. I trembled thinking if he will kill me before he decides to leave me.

I take a deep breath and wish he doesn't return back but huffed knowing all too well that it won't happen. I could only wait for a miracle to happen that would set me free without getting killed.

I got out dabbing my body dry with a towel and wonder if I will ever be able to forget this nightmare even when he decides to leave me. Things he has said to me or done to me had made me a bit uncertain but the thought of getting killed scares me. I don't know if this makes me a coward or what...I didn't want to get killed. The more I came to know him it takes more of my energy to talk or move. The more I have learned about him, the better I knew that you can't reason with a person like him. You only try to not get wounded when you are living with an animal like him.

I looked into the mirror and noticed my dark circles that were the reward of my sleepless nights with my husband. I could still hear his sound breathing in my ear as he sleeps with his face over my head. I have spent several nights until now wondering how someone can sleep so peacefully after destroying people’s lives. But he was evil beyond imagination.

I went to my bed to sleep even though my belly rambled for food. I felt so sluggish and wanted to sleep to forget it all but startled feeling something moving over my neck to only find the smile that makes my skin crawl. I narrowed my eyes wondering how I could sleep for late and opened my eyes in an instant to only realize it was a dream.

My head felt light as I struggled to leave the bed and take my sandwich that felt weird today. I have started feeling weak and slow no matter what I am doing. Maybe worrying all the time was taking a toll on me. I looked at Barbara who was sleeping in the chair too.

I went to stroll in the garden. For a moment I looked at the people working in the distance and wonder if I could ask for the help but then decided against the idea. In a very secluded part of the place, I saw a swing. I wonder who had used it or been using it but then noticed a little girl walking to the swing. It was the first time that I had noticed a little kid in here. I walked to the girl to only find a woman who came to stand beside that girl too.

“Hello,” I greeted and find a welcoming smile on the woman.

“Hi,” She was expecting me to explain so I added,

“I am Mrs Lucca,” I said and smiled tasting how absurd this title sounds.

“Oh, where are my manners…I…I…my husband works here. He is the security in charge here. I thought to drop by. She can’t…stay away for much time." She gestured to her daughter and then added, "It’s even her birthday today. I am here to pick my husband on time.” She laughed looking at her daughter who seemed somewhere at three years old.

“…I hope you didn’t mind the swing.” She asked in a hurry.

“Of course, not…umm…can I use your cell phone?” I asked to which she narrowed her eyes for a fraction of the second before replying. “I think I have it in my car,” She replied me with an awkward laugh when I heard someone approaching us.

“What’s going on here?” I looked at my left to notice a tall figure in a very tight black suit.

“Are you free now?” The woman asked that man and I got this much that he was the security in-charge here. I had seen him many times talking to Mr Colombo but it was the first time that I came to know that he is the in charge here.

“Good evening, Mrs Lucca.” The man in the suit greeted making me nod my head.

“Honey, do you have your cell phone?” His wife asked but he was efficient to reply.

“You can use my HT if you want to ask for the staff.” This was his reply before he turned to his wife.

“Yes, I am free.” Soon, I found the girl getting down from the swing and walking to her father.

“I hope you have a great day,” I replied to the man before looking at the girl. “Happy birthday, darling.”

I knew they were following their jobs but refused to take notice of how immoral their job was. It was their conscience they were selling while I on the other hand will walk out of this place to start a new for sure. I knew that when I turned on my heels and left the place.

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