Mafia Billionaire’s Forlorn Wife
Chapter 39

“What the hell are you doing here?”

I refuse to meet the eyes of the janitor that is currently standing in front of with a floor wiper in his hand.

I simply step out of the bathroom stall, not bothering to hide my tear ridden face or my wet gown that is clinging to my body.

My entire body is too exhausted for anything at the moment and I just want to go home.

“Miss, did someone lock you in here? Were you a guest at the gala tonight?” The burly man asks me but I merely nod my head and my eyes search for my phone and purse that I had left on the counter.

My eyes widen when I don’t see either of those things there anymore as my head starts to spin a little, “did you see a red clutch and a phone on the slab?”

The man looks like he would rather be anywhere but here as he shakes his head slowly, “no, ma’am, there was nothing on the slab. I just came here because of the water logging sign outside. Thought I’d get it fixed before tomorrow morning.”

I feel my heart crashing inside my chest at that, realising just how thorough Amelia was.

I nod my head weakly, “is the event over? Has everyone left?” My voice breaks at the thought that Rhys didn’t even try to come look for me.

The Caucasian male standing in front of me gives me a regretful look, “I’m afraid so, miss.”

I briefly close my eyes, trying to gather enough strength to be able to walk out of this place when he asks again—

“Do you need a ride back to wherever you live?” He looks polite and kind, but right now, I don’t want to trust anyone.

After reliving my childhood trauma, I just wish Ace or Leo was here to help me out.

I shake my head, “I’ll be fine. I have my car downstairs.”

Even though I don’t, but I can’t let this man know about this.

The janitor nods his head and I somehow tip toe my way out of the bathroom as I try to keep my head from spinning.

Looking down at my watch, I realise that it is almost midnight now and I am more than amazed that Rhys hasn’t tried to find me.

The space where the gala was being held is completely empty and the entire city of Seattle can be seen from here as I look out to the rest of the world, realising that at this moment, I have no one to call my own.

“Amelia told me I would find you here.” I hear an unfamiliar voice and my body chills instantly when I turn my head back to the front and find Christopher standing in front of me.

“What are you still doing here?” I stutter out, not knowing what to say to him as I clench and unclench my fingers, trying my hardest not to panic as Christopher starts making his way towards me.

He’s stronger then me. Strength is not going to get me out of here. My wit is.

“I was waiting for you. I was told that you wished to see me.” He says with a self confident smirk as he stops right in front of me and I have to control my breathing in order to think better on how to escape this unwanted situation.

“I don’t know who told you this, but I should really leave now.” I say tightly, trying to present a strong point by pushing back my shoulders and making sure to look sharp. I cannot afford him thinking that he can do anything to me without any consequences.

Christopher’s face gets a shadowed expression, “now now, let’s not be so hasty, sweetheart.” He comes closer to me and I involuntarily take a step back, not at all trusting his intentions.

His smirk widens before I say, “it’s too late in the night. I should be headed home.” I am going to f*****g kill that wench for getting me into this situation.

“Oh, come on, Arabella.” He says placing his hand on my forearm and it takes everything inside me to not swat his hand away, “your husband clearly doesn’t care about you or he would not have left the party with Ms. Clark. And you’re clearly attracted to me.”

I don’t know what part of his statement should I be more shocked about.

My eyes widen just as his grip on my forearm tightens slightly, “what?” I sputter out, “who told you that?”

He grins in a lecherous manner as his eyes dip to my cleavage and I feel like my entire body is run over by a thousand moths at the way his gaze makes me feel.

“I saw it in your eyes, sweetheart.” He says tracing my arm with his fingertip before I can step out of his proximity and when I least expect it, he grips both the top of my arms and pulls me closer, “let me show you that I’m a better lover than Rhys is.”

I feel my insides coming up my throat at those words as I try to struggle out of his grip but his hold is too tight.

This is the second time in one night that I am being assaulted and I am f*****g done with this crap.

“Oh, Arabella, don’t you know? Rhys doesn’t deserve a beauty like you.” He says squeezing my arms.

“And you do?” I ask in a strained manner.

Christopher grins manically, “yes, darling. Why else would I be here?”

That is when I relax my entire body and stop struggling completely.

I will have to fight him but I need to do it in a manner that will catch him off guard for long enough for me to get inside the elevator.

He’s stronger than me. Strength is not going to get me out of here. My wit is.

I force my lips to smile, “you’re right.” I say stepping even closer to him even though I feel like someone is watching us right now.

I push that thought away, thinking that maybe it is only a trick played by my mind on me.

“I do like you.” I say grinning as I lean my face closer to his.

Christopher has an award winning grin on his lips and he doesn’t even doubt what is coming next.

He loosens his grip on my arms and starts to lean closer to me as he closes his eyes.

And just before his lips can fall onto my own, I throw my knee up into his crotch with as much source and speed as I could possibly muster before he is doubling over in pain, crouching on the ground as he screams out.

“YOU b***h!”

I take that as my cue to run to the elevator as I quickly get inside and start pressing the buttons for downstairs.

“Come on come on come on…” I mutter as I press the button for closing the lift just when my eyes widen and I find Christopher standing back up and breathing deeply.

f**k. He looks pissed as hell.

He wipes the sweat off of his forehead as he growls in a throaty manner, “you’re going to pay for this.” He hisses and from the way his voice sounds, I believe that he is trying to keep his pain at bay.

And just before he can run towards me, the elevator doors close and the only thing that follows me downstairs is the ringing of his scream in my ears.

I rest my head back against the elevator wall, wondering when did my life come to something like this.

When did I become so gullible and meek?

Why do I not know basic self defence for myself?

How could I be so blinded by Rhys’ love that I couldn’t even take care of my own self in the process?

My thoughts make nausea rise inside my body as I feel like puking and quickly slap my hand onto my mouth to prevent something like this from happening.

Not that it helps, considering that I need water to calm myself down right now.

When the lift doors open again, I run out of the lobby and outside of the monument as I look back to make sure that my assaulter is not following after me.

I find no one and I quickly start running down the stairs, wondering how am I going to hail a taxi at this hour at night.

And the moment I find Jordan standing downstairs in front of the monument, leaning against the car while he takes cheekily to a girl who is dressed in the uniform of the valet, I finally breathe on a sigh of relief, realising the fact that I am safe now.

No one can hurt me.