Mafia Billionaire’s Forlorn Wife
Chapter 52

Arabella

It has been a while since Amelia visited me with James and it became clear to me that he is going to use me for some petty revenge with Rhys.

I don’t even know what went down between the two of them but I know that James is ready to follow through with Amelia’s plan and he was willing to even sacrifice me for it.

None of these people know about the baby currently growing inside me. I haven’t even had the time to consult a doctor about this yet. I don’t even know if my baby is doing well or not and all this stress is making me even more anxious about my baby’s condition.

It has been about ten hours since I was brought here, from the lights outside the window of this motel room, I know that it is well into the night at this point, considering that I have to make assumptions since the clock in this room is stuck showing the wrong time.

By this point I have stared at the contents of this room for so long that everything is already memorised inside my mind.

The motel room barely has a bed that looks like it is going to break at any point and this is actually the first time I am seeing a motel room from the inside and no matter how hard I try, I can still not distract myself from the situation.

I am currently just counting my breaths for when someone will come looking for me— not that I have hope or anything like that.

If anyone was really coming for me, they would be here by this point already.

I try weakly pulling at the metal cuffs but still I am unable to get out of them as I grunt in frustration.

“f**k!” I mutter, tears streaming down my eyes as I throw my head back, staring up at the ceiling while I feel my heartbeat starting to rise once again.

This is what has been happening since Amelia has taken me captive. My anxiety starts to rise, I try to control it, and just after managing to control it for a while, it all starts to drown me again in my fear.

And why would I not be afraid?

It’s been hours, no one has come to rescue me, God knows what plans James has for me, who knows what Amelia has up her sleeve and most importantly, I don’t know how my stress will affect my baby.

A whimper escapes my lips as I stare at my bruised wrists from trying to break free of these stupid metal handcuffs.

I break down into sobs, shaking my head, wondering how the f**k did I get myself in this terrible situation and if I am even going to get out of it alive.

That is when I hear the sound of the lock opening outside and my head quickly snaps in the direction of the door only to find Christopher entering the room.

He turns around to face me and my heart drops down to the pit of my stomach because of the look in his eyes.

The smirk on his lips and the way his eyes have darkened significantly as he approaches me and I know for certainty that he doesn’t have any good intentions.

He leers at me, his eyes leaving a chill through my entire body as they roam over every inch of me and I feel that I am not wearing anything even though I am still in Leo’s t-shirt and sleeping shorts.

Suddenly I feel entirely exposed to him and the moment he bends down towards me, I try turning my face as far from him as possible.

“Wh-what are you doing?” I utter out, hearing the way that fear shines through my voice and cringing inwardly. I hate that I am so f*****g weak. I wish I had the strength to fight out of these restraints and just run away from here.

Christopher grins wider, seeming to get off on my fear, “nothing, I just need a taste…” he whispers, bending towards me so that his face comes inches from mine and I can smell the alcohol on his breath.

My heart rages in my chest as I hear it beating in my ears, loudly and clearly, turning my head as far away from him as possible.

However, even that is not possible for me because of the restraints and the confinement in this damn chair. And as if that was not enough, Christopher’s hand comes to clutch my jaw tightly, to a point where it becomes painful and I wince, scrunching my eyes shut.

“Such a pretty face you have, Arabella. Surely it wouldn’t look good if it were covered in scars.” He hisses and I feel my eyes practically rolling back in my head as I start feeling faint and something warm trickles down my thighs.

“What the hell…?” Christopher’s voice wavers while he steps slightly back and I open my eyes to find him staring between my thighs as I look at him through dropping eyelids.

My head starts to feel heavy on my body and all of a sudden, all the panic and anxiety makes me numb to everything around me as I lifelessly look down, not even bothering to close my slightly parted thighs as I find the insides stained with slight b***d.

“Are you on your f*****g period right now?” Christopher growls, staring at me like I am some disgusting creature that deserves to disappear but I don’t have the energy to do anything or say anything about it.

He grabs my jaw again and that is when his thumb brushes roughly against my lips and I feel my mind screaming in protest but my body doesn’t seem to pick up on it as I just sit in the chair, blank and lifeless.

Christopher’s hands roam over my cheeks, my lips, the length of my neck, and finally my breasts—

The door bursts open and I hear guns being drawn and immediately Christopher steps behind me and places a gun at the side of my head.

All of this happens in two seconds, I feel Christopher’s hands shaking, I feel his body vibrating behind me with anger and I’m pretty sure that he’s speaking something but I don’t hear him.

I can’t.

My senses are slowly leaving me and I know that in a few minutes I will also lose my consciousness completely.

That is how weak my body feels right now.

I see footsteps entering my vision, stepping on the carpet beneath my feet and I slowly follow the body that leads to the handsome face of my husband’s.

He’s here.

He’s pointing a gun at Christopher.

There is someone else beside him but I don’t remove my gaze from his as I blink while my eyelids feel heavier than ever before and my body feels like it is going to disintegrate at any moment.

Rhys’ eyes are fixed on Christopher behind me and his arm is completely straightened out with his gun in it.

His lips are moving but I don’t hear a single thing once again.

I feel the nozzle of Christopher’s gun pressing tightly against my temple and a whimper escapes my lips when his free hand comes to curl around my neck and he squeezes, cutting off my oxygen supply.

That is when Rhys’ eyes finally fall to mine, and as I whimper and struggle to breathe because of Christopher, a tear escapes my already swollen eyes as I stare at Rhys, watching his eyes filled with maddening rage and complete promise of destruction.

“Let go of my wife, Christopher.”

I hear Rhys’ voice as he removes his gaze from me and I turn my eyes back to the ground.

Christopher squeezes my neck further and I just choke up, but I don’t even bother clawing at his grip because I know how all this that is happening to me is not going to stop and I am worried— especially after seeing the b***d seeping my shorts, that all this stress is causing harm to my child.

I just calm myself down, accepting my fate from this point on as a few gunshots go on around me and I just sit through them, unbothered and un reactive.

I don’t know how long passes before two hands come to touch my cheeks, “NO.”

The disgust from the way Christopher’s touch felt is still fresh in my brain and I don’t even raise my eyes as everything happens and the person who had been touching me steps back and only then do I finally breathe.

“Get him back to Tartarus.” I hear Rhys’ voice commanding someone in the room but his is the only voice that I am able to distinguish right now.

And this time, when he comes close to me and crouches down in front of my chair, all I can say is—

“I was all alone.”