The Billionaire's Battered Wife

C6

I had no idea how to run, yet I did so like a dog that was itching to bite someone. I am so lost. This is evil, right? I hurriedly picked it up, but I was unable to stop. I'm not sure why, but whenever I think about Chelsea's name, I start to worry that I'm going crazy.

Why? Because I only have two seconds left to climb up there. Can you image that I was drenched in sweat like a scapegoat? My legs balked at getting up. I had to do it even though it hurt so much because I needed Chelsea's immediate forgiveness. I just need one more step and I'll be up. At the very last second, I succeeded.

Chelsea was undoubtedly wondering how I get here so soon as she stood there transfixed, as astonished as I was. She looks up in horror as she realizes I'm in front of her. You couldn't blame me because I needed her the most. I need her in my life, and the thought of her being away makes me want to lose my mind.

She inquired as I gave her her jewels, "What the... What are you doing here, aren't you supposed to be at the... Wait, did you run?" She looked at me with confused eyes.

She looked at me with inquiries running through her wrinkled forehead.

I said and wrapped my arms around her waist as she continued to stand frozen at me, "Take this. I know I'm such a foolish guy but I hope you will understand me. Just like what I said the last time, I'm so hard to understand but please I hope you won't get tired of me. Just always remember that sometimes I'm just not in the mood but I'm a good guy in some ways."

She asked as I pulled off a strand of her falling hair, "Uhm, what do you think you're doing Hunter?"

I speak into Chelsea's ear, and I know that my touch is having an effect on her. "Please, Chelsea, let's just stay like this for a while. Just let me do this to you just this time. I just want to be like this with you even just this time."

Does she likes me?

Isn't the fact that she likes me good news? I'm currently ecstatic. I started tickling her as she made a funny laugh.

I let go of her, and she screamed, "Hunter, stop it. It tickles. Wait, Hunter. Come on!" before running into the room. I quietly laughed and went after her; I needed to make her something in thanks for forgiving me, but I had to be careful this time to avoid the meal tasting salty and peppery like she had warned a few days earlier.

I started singing one of my favorite songs as I tied the apron because I'm the happiest man in the world right now. Never before have I felt this content. Although that may sound absurd, that is how I was feeling at the time. I was unable to control my exhilaration or the lingering emotions that I was experiencing.

I was humming as I think of any happy thoughts that I could think. Maybe I'm really going crazy about it now.

In just a snap, I think I was already into her. It seems like I was poisoned by her.

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Third Person POV

No! She must stop rejecting me now! She just cannot ignore me in such manner because he was already becoming proficient with her. No! I won't ever permit that to occur. I promise myself that no matter what, I will make sure she is mine. She is solely mine, and if I can't have her, no one else should. Over the course of the next three days, I'll make sure she doesn't see any sunshine. Before things get out of control, I have to act quickly.

Imagine she still refers to him as her spouse despite everything that fool did to her. Despite the fact that he was constantly hurting her, she continued to feel in love with him. Why can't I simply split the two of them apart and have her to myself? Why won't she just pick me over him? So why not me? Why is he so appealing that she finds it impossible to let him go?

When I called my boss, I explained my ideas. Chelsea, you best keep an eye on yourself! You'll regret your choice, I'll make sure of that. This has never been done to me before.

I delightedly laughed. My goal has been attained.

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Chelsea POV

Hunter has been romantic and protective of me ever since he unexpectedly gave me jewelry that day. I can't believe how lovely and caring he is. He has been the one to prepare my meals, and he won't even let the housekeepers near the kitchen because he claims that eating his cuisine will make me love him even more.

Hunter entered the house and said, "Hi! I'm home."

I said "Hello. Welcome home." and gave him a hug, but he pushed away, and I fell to the couch with him on top of me.

I asked him as I got up from the couch, "Hunter, you just got home from work. Don't you feel tired? I said and was ready to leave when he stopped me by nudge my hand in his direction. "You wait for me here okay, I'll just make you a cup of coffee so you'll feel refresh."

He responded obstinately and began biting my neck, which I'm sure will turn to hickeys, saying, "No, it's fine. You don't have to do it for me. I'm okay as long as you're here with me. You don't have to do anything else, just stay here by my side. I'll be fine and all."

We were so engrossed that we failed to even pay attention to our surroundings until we heard a rifle go short.

When I heard the heavy thump of the gunshot, my eyes opened in shock. I'm unsure of what has happened as my heart begins to beat rapidly.

As he fell off of me, I yelled, "Hunter."