All Chapters of The CEO - my billionaire husband: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I rushed to the room without glancing at him. I couldn't take away the sight from my mind. I wanted time. I laid on the couch and closed my eyes. Tears slipped down my cheeks. I kept them close until the darkness engulfed me.       When I opened my eyes. He was sitting in front of me. He was wearing the same clothes. His shirt's sleeves were rolled up. It was looking, he didn't sleep last night, " Hey! Are you feeling like talking? " He asked in a serious tone.       I pushed myself up, " About what? " I asked in a hoarse voice.       " You know. " He leaned forward.       " Why? I'm no one, just your contracted wife. " I whisper

I was fu****g dying to hear it from her. When I confessed my love, I wasn't expecting her to respond. I didn't consider it would come like this. When I would be so angry. I had told Victoria to stay away from my wife. Her words were calming me, "I love you so much. I can't live without you." I heard her feeble voice so clearly. My whole body was tingling with ecstasy.       My gaze caught something on her back. I stared at the red dot dubiously. I was confused. I tried to brush it off her dress with a swipe of my hand. It stayed glued. My forehead creased. I darted my eyes out of the glass wall. My gaze rested on the black figure. He was staring at us aiming his weapon at us. He wasn't moving. I could see him clearly but only his half face was visible and hidden behind his gun and hand on it.               F***! Sharpshooter!       Hurriedly, I tightened my arms around her. I twir

 I slid the key in the ignition and held it for a moment. After a couple of deep breaths, I turned the key and pulled out of the garage and onto the road.      She wanted to know. I didn't wanna involve her in it. I wanted to cocoon her. She would anticipate it.     Victoria was a spoiled daughter of his father. She could leak the pictures. Her father, Johnny was a bastard. He could hire a shooter.      My phone pinged. Instantly, I glanced at the screen hoping it to be Aly. She was pregnant. Stress wasn't good in this condition. To make her feel like a normal day, I walked out of the house to attend my meetings. But I didn't wanna leave her side. But I couldn't allow her out of the house. She didn't disobey me. I couldn't trust her mood swings in pregnancy. She appeared stubborn to know everything. He didn't leave any clue behind him. I was hoping for something to find in the CCTV footage.

I'd never felt so alone before. I lived alone with Jen whenever I came from the office. After joining the hostel, Becca stayed with me for a few months. Then she shifted into her apartment. I lived alone. But I was never so alone that I wanted to run away from everything. There was a huge difference between staying alone and being alone.       Victoria was sitting on the passenger seat and he was in the driver seat. I didn't look at him. He had chosen his path. I was compelled to be here, tolerating it. He could do anything.      His threat was a clear warning toward his contracted wife. I glanced out of the window. Tears were dried from my eyes but it left the unbearable pain in my chest.     The silence was killing me but I was also relieved that no sarcastic comment came from Victoria. She was busy in her own beautiful world. She must be planning her second date with him. It hurt.   

           I sat on the chair as my legs began to hurt. Now, I could see his face from behind if he would have been sitting on the chair. But he was out, attending meetings with my husband. I glanced at my wrist. I frowned, thinning my lips. There was no wristwatch around my wrist. I didn't use it after the wedding.         I kept mulling over him. My mind couldn't figure out the reason for my husband' deed. Was it attached to the attack? What could be the reason? He wouldn't take such a major step if something wasn't at stake. It still looked difficult.        Agat wasn't going to tell me anything. I should ask Victoria. I rolled my eyes as it was easy. Today, morning, it was the first and the last time we talked to each other. I needed to befriend her. Perhaps, I could persuade her to tell me the matter. It would be easy to grab information from her.