The Billionaire's secret Love by Manogyna Marthi (positive books to read .txt) 📗

Chapter 39

Angelica

It was 4 in the afternoon. I took a long steamy shower relaxing my body and started getting ready as per my husband's directions. Looking myself at the full size mirror I was dressed in a long black evening gown as I give my final touches of make-up. I want to present myself 'smoking hot' for the hungering eyes of Augustus as I recall him saying. "My cupcake, l buy black dresses for you because you look simply arresting in black." My outfit was embellished with diamonds on bust area and had a small slit on its left side giving a tender sex appeal. Augustus bought it last month when he went to Chicago on a business tour. I matched the dress with silver stilettos and a diamond necklace with matching pair of earrings.

Exactly at 5 in the evening I was completely ready when the doorbell rang and Oliver was waiting outside. The engine started and I play with the platinum band of my wrist watch getting more perturbed. "Don't worry madam everything will be fine. Sir loves you so much and wants to celebrate your birthday like a dream never thought before." Oliver tells assuring me looking through the rear view mirror. I lean my head to the glass of the window and look outside at the new habitat. The super structures and skyscrapers were slowly being replaced by small, medium size country side buildings with huge lawns and gardens.

As we travelled longer on the highway, our surroundings were further replaced with greenery on either sides with huge trees and green pastures. I wondered where Augustus wanted us to celebrate my birthday. Ever since our marriage Augustus had turned more mysterious about which I had the least idea off before wedding. He turns to be all new with a huge romance appeal hidden inside him. No doubt Augustus is full of surprises.

In the anticipation of seeing my handsome husband and the prodigy hidden inside his kitty a smile establishes on my face when suddenly our car came to a jerking halt. Ahead was a black Ferrari parked in the middle of the road obstructing the way. A group of thugs come out of it covered in different facial masks. One of them who seemed to be their leader orders something to the others in Italian. Oliver looks back at me with fear sizing upon his features and speaks. "Madam, please don't get out of the car. I will take care of this situation."

"But Oliver..." My voice trails off in thin air as he opens the driver's door to make a peace talk with the dangerous gangsters. Without caring to listen to him the bandits immediately started attacking with bullet shots piercing his right arm and left knee. He instantly falls to the ground oozing out blood but still initiates the speaking. The group disregards his voices as I pull down the glass of the window requesting them to free him and talk their terms to my husband.

One of them forcefully opens the window and pulls me out of it. They seize the phone from my trembling hands and dial my husband's number. "Mr Martin, I give you an hour of time. Get ready with a bag of twenty billion dollars. Half in cash and the other half in gold and come to the specified address as per the instructions sent to you on the phone. Do not dare to call the police or else you know what is going to be the outcome. Your wife and her driver are in our custody." They abruptly end the call and drag us to an old warehouse nearby tying each of us to a chair of ropes.

Augustus came to the location in a record speed time and there was a second round of gunshots fired. He somehow manages himself between the bullets to reach me and unties my ropes. He kisses my forehead and wipes my flowing tears assuring me that everything will be alright. The police came in time and the thugs were slowly been taken to assendency.

Just when I felt everything was getting to a control, I heard a roaring
bullet shot piercing my ear drums. Looking ahead my heart thuds incorrigible and my hands tremble to an uncontrollable quiver. Augustus was falling to the ground, bleeding with a bullet pierced on one of his knees. I blink my eyes several times unable to register the catastrophe that happened just a few seconds back right in front of my eyes and then I hear his meek voice almost dumb to my failing ears. "Run cup cake...Run for me. Run for your life."

My feet were aiming to the ground like being hit by a tornado. Yet in a stubborn insistance to my wobbly steps I drag myself almost trying to reach my husband and then I hear another bullet shot. The lead ball aims directly his forearm. Blood came dripping out his upper arm like water from a fountain wounding him to an immobile mortal.  I abruptly became nauseous and my stance staggers looking at the retiring form of my beloved. With unmanageable tears I turn to him but his stern voice stops my actions. "Consider this as my last wish cup cake. Run....run for your life." I hear him speak for one last time as he succumbs to the floor. His final gaze, looking to me with so much love, and slowly his eyelids drop.

Bursting into unquenchable tears in the midst of bloodshed and outpour of bullet shots I ran towards the exit of the warehouse which was situated in the kernel of the deep forest. Running for my life with tears never ending, my feet take over the ground like an Olympic runner. My mind wasn't able to think straight. My heart was hammering inside my chest praying for my husband's life, for him to stay alive, for me and for our unborn kids, for a future of our happy family.

It was almost more than hour that I kept running, directionless with my feet numb. One of my arms started aching and I note the wound as a bullet shot with blood flowing out endless. I was perspiring, sweating profusely but I continue to run on an unknown quest. My eyes felt closing off without a warning getting me to a state of delirium for the blood loss I suffered. My quaking legs then suddenly come into a contact with a sharp object lying on the ground. In a spur I became paralyzed falling in a thud with my face first in exposure to the rocky ground and then..... everything goes blank.