Chapter 2 NEXT DAY..Amelia was up before the sun was and had started attending to the chores. She made sure to be as quiet as possible so she wouldn't wake Rothschild up but it didn't work as she thought as she heard Rothschild, calling her name from the bedroom. "Ugh!" She grunted, dropping the broom angrily on the ground. "Amelia!!" Rothschild's voice came again. "Can't you hear that I'm calling you?" He added. "I'm coming, I'm coming," Amelia responded, rushing toward the bedroom where he was. She wasn't expecting him to be awake by this time, besides it was just six in the morning and he was a heavy sleeper. "Good morning." She greeted as soon she got into the room but her greetings were met by an angered expression on Rothschild's face. "And tell me what is good about the morning?" He asked sarcastically. Amelia wasn't sure of what to answer, so she decided to just look away from him and keep mute. "I'm talking to you Amelia, answer me." He said sternly. "What do you
"Well it seems like you've been running away from your wife duties for so long and now I'm going to bring it to you." He said and began unbuttoning the buttons on her nightwear. "Rothschild!" She exclaimed again while trying to prevent him from uncovering her body because she wore nothing underneath. "Will you stop trying to resist?" He said and yanked her hands away from her clothes. "Don't make it look like I'm trying to force myself on you when I have the right to do anything I want with your body. You don't avoid your master." "Avoid you? Rothschild, we made love two nights before we moved in here." She attempted to cover up both Rothschild grabbed both her hands and pinned them to the bed above her head. "You call what we had two nights ago love-making? And you must be sick to think that the mere leisure you call lovemaking is enough to keep me until today. "But I'm tired. I've been working all morning." "That is not an excuse to avoid your duties in bed. So can you stop st
Since she didn't know what her punishment would be like, coupled with the fact that nobody would be there to save her, She grabbed it gently and opened her mouth. She Just hated that he was ordering her to do it. She opened her mouth and let his pink cap slide onto her mouth."Ohhh!" Rothchild moaned as felt her warm mouth around his tip. She had wrapped her lips around his rip and was sucking him slowly while holding the base. "Yes, baby! That's it. Suck it like you love it." He said running his fingers through her hair. "I want you to be looking up at me while you suck it." He said raising her chin. She looked up, her eyes meeting his eyes as she continued to suck him. Rothchild drove more of his length into her, forcing her to take half of his long thick dick. She was moving her head up and down as he wanted."I can't believe you are so good in sucking dick. Who taught you?" He asked as she continued to suck him. She couldn't talk since her mouth was filled by his dick. ""That's
"So you like it." He said and Amelia couldn't say anything. She was Just looking at him, her heart racing, hoping he would go back and keep sucking her. ",You know what? I hates that you like this. I'm Just sucking you because I like how you taste." He said and Amelia felt butterfly in her stomach. It was one of the sweetest thing he has heard from him."Stop talking and keep sucking that pussy." She said within herself, hoping he doesn't hear it. Just as if he heard and obeyed, he went back and began to suck her. This time, he spread her lips and was sucking the inner flesh."Ohhhhhh! Ahhh!" Amelia screamed, aching her back as he sucked her clitoris. The sensation was beyond control. Rothchild indeed knew how to drive a woman crazy. He slot his finger into her and began to finger her as he sucked her. Soon, she began to feel an unfamiliar sensation. It was heavy and beyond control. "Please stop and fuck me. I need your dick right now. Oohhhhhh!" She trie
*Few weeks later*Amelia was out, tending to the garden when she heard her name from inside. She threw the rake down in anger and walked out of the mansion, into the street. She was cautious not to run into any incoming vehicle as she walked. She shoved her hands into her coat's pocket as she reminisced on the events from the second night since they moved into the new house. She remembered how Rothschild had promised not to touch her unless it was out of her own accord, but she had been tricked. That night was the last night she had had any rest. Rothschild was draining her to the extent her clothes could barely fit her. It had been only two weeks since they moved into their new home but she had already become a full-time housewife and her movements were restricted. Amelia stopped walking as soon as she came across a clothing store. She admired a mini red dress she saw in the store. "I guess I may have to come here to shop for new clothes since my old ones are already really loose
"What?!" Amelia exclaimed as she released her hand and legs. "I know you heard me well." He said as he began to unbuckle his belt. "But we've done three times already today." "I'm not still satisfied, and Instead of arguing, why don't you be a good wife and do as I say." He smirked as he grew harder. "Rothschild, look at me!" She yelled, standing up. "I have lost a lot of weight because of you, I look pale and ugly and it's all your fault." "How is that my fault?" He asked, feigning ignorance. "You don't give me any breaks at all. All you demand from me is sex sex sex, you don't even show me a single iota of love, you just fuck me at every chance you get." Rothschild suddenly burst out laughing. "You must be stupid to think I married you for love, now take your clothes, else I'm going to tear it myself.""Can you at least just give me a break?" Her tone in her voice shifted. "No breaks for you, madam." He said and began to approach her. Suddenly, Amelia's phone rang in her po
Rothschild couldn't deny the fact that he was a bit scared that Amelia had fainted. Who must have called her. He picked up the phone that had shattered to the ground, put the phone back together, and switched it on. He appeared rather calm as he went through Amelia's call logs and dialed the number that had just called her. He shot her a glance as the call went through. "Hello, who the hell is this?" Rothschild asked immediately the person at the other end picked up the call. "You just made my wife faint." "Is...is this Mr. Rothschild?" The person asked. "Yes, it is...""I've tried to reach you but I couldn't so I decided to call your wife's phone instead." Rothschild remembered that he had left his own phone in the bedroom so he wouldn't have been able to hear it ring. "You haven't answered my own question yet. Who the hell are you?" Rothschild asked again. "My name is...""You know what, I don't care what your name is, just tell me what you told Amelia that made her faint. Wh
Barely a week after Rothschild's father had died, he had begun selling off his father's landed property. Amelia had tried to confront him about how he was spending recklessly but he put her in her place and told her never to talk about the issue again. "Rothschild I need money to get new clothes, my old ones can't stay in one place on my body, it's too loose." Amelia summoned the courage to tell him one day. Amelia was never afraid of asking him for money, besides his bank account must be racking up to millions of dollars, but what she was more afraid of was Rothschild's response. "And where am I supposed to get the money you want me to give you?" He questioned sternly. "What do you mean by that? What happened to all the money you got from spending your father's lands?" "How dare you question me?!" He said with anger laced in his tone. Amelia saw how his expression had quickly shifted from indifference to anger but she wasn't concerned. With all the money that he had acquired, if
"Look here, mister, you have to leave here now, or else, I'm going to call the security on you. We are not ready to listen to whatever you have to explain. You can't just come here and cook up a story, then expect us to believe. We are not kids. By the way, Who even gave you the permission to come in here in the first place and disrupt the peace of a woman who has just given birth?""The doctor did....the doctor gave me permission to come in here!" Rothschild replied hurriedly before they got any other second thought. He wiped the tears from his eyes and waited. "The doctor?" The second nurse asked this time. "Yes, the doctor asked that I come in here to see my wife.""She is not your wife, mister. That woman lying there is a single mother and I'd appreciate if you leave here already." The first nurse said sternly to him. Their arguments and noises was disrupting Amelia from having a peaceful rest. It got to a point that Amelia woke up from the sleep. "What....what is going on he
"Amelia?" Rothschild called out as he got closer to her and stared down at her face. He couldn't believe his eyes—he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Amelia had given birth! He rushed to where the child was to see the child that she had given birth to. He held his breath for what seemed like an hour—just staring down at the child who was fast asleep too, with amazement in his eyes. He held himself back from crying. "It's....it's my child!" Rothschild let out, trying to fight back the tears but he couldn't help himself. The child was too beautiful for him to take his eyes off. And the child was equally tiny too. Rothschild wanted to reach down and hold his newborn baby in his arms but the door suddenly opened, disrupting him from touching the child. "Sir, what are you doing here?" It was the nurse who had earlier told him to stay miles away from the ward. "I...I...just came in here to.." Rothschild couldn't seem to find his voice anymore. "Please sir, you need to leav
Rothschild could not contain his joy when he got a response from Amelia the next morning. Although she had not revealed her location to him yet, the contents of Amelia's message made Rothschild leap for another round of joy. Her due date was around the corner and Amelia had wanted him to know that she was going to have their baby sooner or later. "So I'm finally going to be a father!" Rothschild said with excitement in his tone. "When I thought that this day would never come, finally luck has decided to shine its rays down on me." Rothschild said and continued with his preparations to go to the hospital. The result of the test that had conducted on him was finally ready and he had a good feeling that it was going to turn out to be positive. Rothschild ignored Bella's presence still in his home while he walked past her with happiness—he didn't care about anything else, order
"You are impotent, don't you remember and there's the test from the hospital to prove that!" Bella said in response. Rothschild curled his fist into a ball, holding himself back from slapping the hell out of Bella's cheeks. "You bitch!" He roared at her. "I should have known that this is who you really are. Why didn't I know from the start that your heart is darker than night in itself!""How can you speak to me like that. You know it's true, Rothschild, you know what I'm saying is true. Amelia is a liar and a cheat. She got pregnant for another man and now you think that the child is yours?""Be reasonable for just one time in your life!" Bella added. "The only unreasonable person here is you, because you think that I'm a puppet you have your fingertips, isn't that right, Bella?!" Rothschild shot at her but she kept mute. "Answer me, Bella, did you or did you not doctor those test results?!" Rothschild asked,
"Don't you dare put your fucking hands on me, or else I'm going to beat the crap out of you!" Rothschild yelled out in anger. Bella scotted backward in fear, she had never seen Rothschild this angry before and it scared the life out of her. "You lying scum, I don't even know what to call you. You made me send my pregnant wife away from the house and now, I don't even know where to find her!""She wouldn't take my calls or even reply to my text messages and it's all your fucking fault, you bloody bastard!" Rothschild cursed out at Bella who still wore her mask of ignorance. "What...what are you talking about, Rothschild?!" Bella asked, feigning ignorance as she sat still on the floor. "Don't even get me started on that!" He warned. "I want you to go up there, pack everything that belongs to you and get the hell out of my house, I don't want to ever set my eyes on you again, do you understand that?!" Rothschild said and stormed off. "Rothschild please wait!" Bella tried to stop hi
Bella was in shock for almost an hour after Rothschild had left the house. She wanted to run after Rothschild but she found her foot rooted to the ground. "And what was that I had seen in Rothschild's hand, it can't be what I think it is or can it be that...." "No, no way, it cannot be possible!" Bella said aloud to herself, rushing back into her room to change out of the clothes and put on proper clothes but by the time she went outside, there was no sign of Rothschild anywhere, he had already driven away. "No, no, this can't be!" Bella started to panic. She couldn't see what was right in front of her and that caused her to trip over the stairs while she walked. She remained on the floor motionless but clutching her chest tightly. In as much as Bella wanted to deny that she had seen Rothschild walk out of the room with a test results in his hand, so that it would offer her a flicker of hope that Rothschild was not suspecting a thing, it was obvious that the jig was up and soon
"I think you have something up your sleeves, I don't know what it is, but I don't think you've been honest with me lately." Rothschild poked the air in front of her with his index finger. "What...what are you talking about?!" Bella stuttered with a look of confusion on her face. She could see that something was about to go wrong. "Of course, you know what I'm talking about, and don't you dare pretend!!" Rothschild blurted out. Bella could see the seriousness and the anger on his face. "I swear that I do not know what you're talking about!" Bella said as she stepped back. "Alright then, if you do not know what I'm talking about, maybe you should leave this room!" Rothschild said to her. "But...." "No buts, leave now!!!" Rothschild yelled at the top of his lungs, he was already losing his cool at this point. Bella's jaw hung down loos
"You're...you're back!" Bella called out to Rothschild when she saw him walk in through the front door. "Yes, I am!" He replied grudgingly, hurrying up to his room. "Why are you in a hurry, where are you going?!" Bella asked him with raised eyebrows. "It's none of your business, Bella. I don't have the time for this!" Rothschild replied he didn't bother to hide the irritation in his tone as he spoke. "None of my business?!" Bella angrily threw down the magazine she held in her hands and stood up from the couch, knocking the glass half filled with orange juice as she hurried after Rothschild. "And what is that supposed to mean, Rothschild? I am your wife, and I demand to know where you have been and where you are hurrying off to!" Bella yelled out to him. "Look, I already told you that I do not have the time for this; I have a business to catch up with.." Rothschild stopped and turned to respond to Bella who was glazing at him with eyes red as fire. "That does not
Rothschild stopped the car in front of Amelia's mother's house and got down from it without hesitation. He hoped that Amelia would be there and even if she wasn't, her mother would tell him where Amelia was. But if her mother would refuse to tell him, then he would have to find an alternative means to make her tell him where Amelia was. It had been so long since he last saw his mother in law, he didn't know how she would react to seeing him again and in her house. He was certain that Amelia must have told her about the divorce and him showing his face in her house just because he couldn't find Amelia would be like reopening wounds that were already in their healing processes. Rothschild summoned the courage to walk up to the front porch and knock on the front door. "Hello, is anyone home?!" Rothschild asked as he continued knocking on the door. "Hold on just a minute, I'm coming!" He heard a voice from the inside. Rothschild's heart began to pound faster in his chest the m