Mafia Billionaire’s Forlorn Wife
Chapter 50

Ugh.

That b***h f*****g knocked me out again.

My cheek is still ringing from the number of times that she has tried to slap or punch me.

My l*p is bruised and so is my hand from that one time I tried to stop her from attacking me and she twisted my arm hard enough that I am certain that it is sprained.

I look around and find myself in some seedy motel room, currently tied to an armchair from the last time when I tried to escape and now, I am not even sure how much time has passed.

The fear for my own life and my unborn child’s life is persistent in my heart and I believe it is vital that I find an escape from this hell that I have found.

Even though I’m trying to remain strong, I am unable to keep myself from thinking about the negative things.

I have been kidnapped by the two people who hate me— at least one of them does, whereas the other one feels something else entirely and that is what I am most scared about.

The sound of the door knob turning gathers my attention as my head immediately shoots up and I find the devil himself walking in.

The maddening grip on my wrists does not even allow me to budge from the way they have tied me to the chair. And the smirk on Christopher’s lips is enough to send fear shooting straight through my body just from the sight of it.

“What the f**k do you want, you monster?” I spit, my rage and fury shining brightly through my voice while I try to fight with my restraints but only feel the metal handcuffs cutting into my skin.

Christopher grins, “you, Arabella. I want you. Haven’t I made that evident before?”

I feel a wave of disgust washing over me as I realise that this man is the most degrading and disrespectful human to have walked on this planet.

Because no matter how much I try to, I realise that I am unable to fight my restraints and Christopher keeps taking step after step towards me.

“Stay away from me, Christopher. You don’t know who my father is.” I hiss, knowing well enough that my father is an evil man, but even then, he wouldn’t sit by ideally and let his daughter remain in captivity of a lesser man.

Especially out of the fear of what the other bosses might say or what his enemies might think of him.

And in that case, even Rhys is someone who I could rely on if I didn’t know that he doesn’t give two f***s about his image.

I know he doesn’t care and hence, I don’t even have hope that he is going to come and save me.

He thinks that I am cheating on him and that is something that brings another level of pain to my heart because not once in my life have I ever been disloyal towards anything.

Except for the self defence classes that Ace tried to get me to do though— because of which, I am currently suffering beyond measure.

“No one is coming to save you, princess.” He smirks, coming to stand in front of me as I refuse to meet his gaze and keep my eyes focused on the beige carpet beneath our feet.

“You don’t know that.” I whisper, hating the fact that my voice becomes slightly shaky.

He grins maniacally, “I do, actually. It was all a set up to get you two separated and then, Amelia could get on with her task of luring in Mikhailov and I could have you all to myself.” And saying that, he raises his hand and strokes my cheek while I try to flinch away from his touch but I find myself unable to do so.

He continues, “ever since I got the news of Rhys being seen around with you, I knew that I had to have you. He doesn’t deserve to even be near a beautiful thing like you, Arabella.”

With that, he cups my cheek and strokes my skin as I scrunch up my face repulsively but cannot do anything other than that.

That is when the door opens once again, “seriously, Young?” Amelia’s nasally voice flitters towards me and I breathe in a brief sigh of relief when Christopher immediately steps back as she says, “keep it in your pants!”

“I was just having a little bit of fun.” Christopher says to her, leering down at me with an extremely inappropriate expression that just makes my skin crawl.

However, even that is short lived as Amelia once again slaps me across the cheek, sending b***d rushing to my face as I whimper in pain from the harsh impact.

Unlike me, Amelia has actually had professional training in combat skills and self defence and that is the whole reason why she has always been able to overpower me so well.

“I don’t even know what that f*****g fool sees in you.” Amelia mutters, clearly referring to Rhys and that makes me wonder that perhaps she doesn’t really care much for him.

“Something that he clearly doesn’t see in you.” I mutter.

SMACK!

I g***n much louder at that as I turn my head back up and because of all the spinning, I rest it against the armchair, knowing well enough that my body is slowly losing the strength that is required to keep up with all this torture.

And then the b***h f*****g grabs my face and makes me look into her eyes with pure hatred, “you will learn how to be quiet and you will realise that you are nothing but the dust at my feet.”

I feel like snickering at that but I do not even have the strength for that either. And so, I simply stare down at the carpet again.

That is when Amelia speaks again, “much better.” She coos, “and now, I should probably know who you are being sold off to.”

That is when my eyes finally widen and I realise her real intentions and horror of a whole different kind settles into my chest.

“Wh-what?” I utter out, not believing the fact that another woman, a learned and well educated woman, could be terrifying.

Amelia smirks, “this is the same look that I have waited to see. It is such a refreshing change from the high horse that you are usually mounted upon, Arabella.”

I scoff, “you’re the one crawling too low in the ground because that is where scum like you belong.”

She gives me a bitter look and leaves my face roughly as she calls out, “you can come in now!”

I lazily look up, realising that now I am an exhibition piece sitting in this motel for Amelia and Christopher’s pathetic friends to see.

Rhys where are you?

However, that is when my breath leaves my lungs and I gasp, “James?” I whisper, only managing to utter his name rather than say it more clearly as I sit there and wonder what exactly is in store for me.

Hell, even James, for a very brief moment looks as though he is shocked to see me here. However it could have been a trick conjured up by my muddled brain because that expression of regret and surprise is long gone before I can actually pin point it.

That is when Amelia says, “remember your ex, dearest Bella?” She asks sarcastically.

I don’t reply to her.

She continues, “well, turns out that he and I have a common enemy, Arabella. Your husband.”

I quirk my brow at that, smirking at her, “you have an extremely polite way of showing your hatred towards your best friend, Amelia.” I remind her.

That is when she gets angrier than before and this time when she launches herself at me, she punches me, straight in my stomach.

My breath gets knocked out of her and I choke on my own air as the fear for my child’s safety goes off in my head and I realise that the way she has just punched me, might have even harmed the baby to some extent.

Tears gather in my eyes as I raise my gaze to look at James, “why are you doing this to me? I never did anything wrong to you.” I cry out.

I am so tired of people involving me in their revenge fantasies at this point.

I just wish to go away and keep my child safe.

James however, looks immune to my words as he simply stares at me and says, “I’ll take her.” He shrugs and with that, the a*****e f*****g walks away from me and leaves the room.

I am left wondering what my future has in store for me, but more than anything else, I want to watch Amelia suffer.

I want to see her beg for mercy and I want to remind her who she is dealing with.

But alas, before all of that, I lose consciousness again and drift off to a world where Rhys loves me, where we start a family, and Amelia is nowhere to be found.