Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Wife

Sandro settled her in the back seat of the car while the woman was still unable to move. He played the role of devil instead of a knight in shiny armour, which could have brought him the love of the woman he had desired. “Don’t worry love, you know I would never harm you.”

He assured her but perhaps actions speak louder than words and Elle got scared seeing his madness. “Hey, hey, shushh…” He wiped off her tears while Elle’s muffled cries resonated in the car, Sandro deep down regretted what he had done to her before.

But the man had no clue that his current acts had even erased the last slim chances. “I’m so sorry, I know you are scared, love. But I have no other chance.” Sandro spoke to her lovingly and explained to her that he could not live away anymore.

“I just could not bring myself to accept that you are getting married to somebody else other than me. I.. I just realised that I really, really liked you, Elle.” The lady had no intention to hear his gibberish and tried to look down at the pocket for her cellphone, when Sandro caught her mind and took out the device.

“You know you won’t be needing this anymore, because now I’m with you.” Elle wanted to shout but since the potion he had given her made her immobilised including snatching the ability to speak too. Thus all she could do was shed tears, while Sandro went to the driving seat.

The serum worked well and she soon slept after crying that her face became black stream beneath the eyes. Sandro reached the villa which seemed to be a few miles away from the city settlers, so no one ever found them. And since Richardson had never known about her fiance having a boyfriend before, it left nearly no clue for the groom to find Elle now.

He parked the car and scooped Elle in his arms and walked inside, a jury of servants imminently approached, they had seemed shocked yet happy that finally their master had a girlfriend now. Unknown to them their beloved master had abducted the bride!

“Miss Martha, can you prepare a few wipes and a bowl of water?” Sandro asked the young maid who nodded with a gleeful expression, and rushed towards the storage at the back of the villa.

‘I will wipe all the traces of him from your body, Elle!’ A visible glint of madness was in his eyes since he took her towards his bedroom, while talking to himself. Sandro settled the lady in the bed on the top of silk sheets, while Elle was still unconscious.

The man plopped on the bed carefully so as not to wake her up, Sandro stared at the gorgeous woman in front him as he carefully settled her hair locks. ‘I know you hate me for what I did back then, but give me a chance I will make it up to you.’

If only he had known that a storm had been stirred already! After a while the maid servant arrived at the door with a few white napkins and a bowl of water. Sandro stood up and went towards the door and took the stuff, when the lady giggled and spoke softly.

“The mistress is so beautiful, master.” He smiled at her with a genuine expression as he thanked her and took the bowl. The man was not a bad person at heart but perhaps his addiction towards Elle had shoved him towards the edge of madness.

Or perhaps the fear that she will marry someone else had crept in his heart so intensely, that Sandro simply caged her for a week so she could miss her wedding.

He walked back near the bed and placed the things on the side table, when Elle’s cell phone rang and a message beep popped. Sandro knew who it could be since he had been waiting for the reply himself. He raised one eyebrow after he read the message sent by Richardson which said,Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

‘What happened, honey?’ It was the answer to what he had texted him earlier from Elle’s number. Sandro had called off the wedding on Elle’ behalf in the text. After seeing his reply Alessandro broke the sim card so Richardson won’t be able to track her position, of course he knew the sources his cousin could seek in order to find his missing bride!

He tossed the phone on the table and approached her bed, the man dipped the napkins in the water and cleaned her face gently. “I want to give you a bath just like old days, but perhaps you will mind if I strip you in this helpless state.”

He mumbled to himself and wiped off her face and the sweat from her cheeks, neck and arms. Later on changing his own clothes the man settled himself on the bed beside her, and began to stare at her sleeping silhouette. At that moment Sandro looked no less than a creepy stalker or obsessive and toxic lover!

“I’m eager when you will wake up and have breakfast with me after seven months and ten days.” YES! He had counted everything and might even tell you the precise calculation if you ask. Sandro slumped back in the bed with a satisfied smile and stood in the position while reflecting on his plan and thought about the next.

All he could assume or see was a future and a family with Elle! But was it possible now? It was the moment when his own phone notified a message beep and Sandro attended his phone, only to see a message from his cousin Richardson.

He was well aware that there was no way he could find her, thus he was calm and composed. The man responded to his cousin-friend with a reply as he typed with a lopsided grin, ‘Maybe she isn’t the one buddy, or perhaps she had found another rich guy. You know these kinds of women, right?’