The Billionaires Contract Marriage

Chapter 3

Chinenye Faith Peters

Chinenye woke up to a pool of her own sweat, as her heart raced almost beating out of her chest, while her head spun with flashes of what she prefered to be called dreams and not memories. She tried to take deep breaths to calm herself down, but as usual that was just another exercise to allow her breathe better not to make her forget. Her eyes were still wild with shock, she would think now he was gone, all means of his torture would end, but he had found a way to torture her even from death.

She stood from her queen sized bed making her way to the mini bar at the corner of her room.

Grabbing a bottle of whiskey and a glass, she went to her desk to take a seat, still trying as much as possible to calm herself down.

She reached for the bottle but once she held it all her hand did was shake, she swallowed hard trying not to spill the liquid as she poured herself a glass.

She emptied the glass in one gulp. "f**k you", she said out loud wishing he could hear her wherever he was. Although she knew she could never alter those words if she were certain he could hear her.

Fuck you, she repeated but this time in her head, f**k him for making her need a class at 2 in the morning, she thought looking at her bedside clock. f**k him for waking her up earlier than she should be and f**k him for keeping her up.

She grabbed the bottle realizing she would probably need more than a glass.

She poured herself another glass as memories flooded back.

Chinenye stared at the half dying man that laid on the hospital bed almost completely out of life.

She stared at him like he was a total stranger, her face void of any possible emotion mirroring exactly what she felt inside.

It probably would have been normal for her to get on her knees with tears in her eyes holding his hand for the last time, or having a closer look at him while his blood still pumped through his veins. But all she thought of was why the bastard still had blood rushing through his veins. The thought of taking out his oxygen crossing her mind for maybe the 9th time since she entered the room.

Maybe she would feel a rush from it, a rush of satisfaction or maybe just joy, at least he would finally bring joy to her heart. Maybe she should pull the oxygen so he could finally add something to her maybe.

Pulling that oxygen would give her so much satisfaction yet she held back. Even on his death bed she still couldn't fight him, she still couldn't bring herself to harm him, to blow out any dust of life in him. She would get away with it she thought. No one would question her, especially not her family.

Maybe she just wasn't ready for that guilt that she killed a human being, or rather a monster. The only thing he could ever be was a monster and nothing more.

She still looked at him not diverting her gaze for even a second. She just looked at him. Maybe a part of her thought those eyes would open. Yet the other part of her maybe just wanted to see his demonized soul leave his body, leave this world, leave her. She wanted to watch him leave, so she didn't intend on moving her gaze.

"Chinenye", a voice laced with surprise called from behind making her come out of her daze.

She turned around to see her mother. She probably hadn't been sleeping well she thought.

She had a scarf rapped tightly on her head and a long dark green gown on that made her look like she was also a patient. She looked so ragged and sick.

"Mummy", she said her voice not sounding even a little bit informal. Her face still remained cold as she tried to understand what exactly her mother was doing with a Bible so close to her like it were the only thing giving her life at the moment. "You haven't been eating", she finally said after all her observation.

"Oh", her mother said as if remembering that eating was something she had to do. "Chinenye that's not the issue at hand", she said going towards the chair right next to the bed where her father laid. "My husband needs me by his side now". She looked down not wanting to see the look on her daughter's face. They wasn't a look. Chinenye didn't need to show her disgust to her mother before her mother knew that she was irritated by her. Instead she just looked at her, her face still void of emotion.

This woman she thought. This pathetic woman.

"What do you think you are doing", Chinenye said trying as much as possible not to make her irritation heard in her voice. Her mother swallowed hard, she couldn't look at her daughter in the eye, she hasn't been able to for some years now, she blamed herself, she blamed herself for everything Chinenye had gone through, she blamed herself for everything all her children had gone through.

"Mummy, what do you think you are doing" Chinenye repeated, this time not caring whether her voice was laced with disgust or if it had taken an authoritative tone.

Her mother only sat in silence looking down at the Bible in her hand. She trembled at the sound of her daughter's voice, tears welled up in her eyes, tears that held so many emotions, emotions one could not even begin to imagine. Mrs Peters could only hold them for a short period of time. "That rubbish you have in your hand will not safe your husband. Your husband is not the one who needs to be saved!", Chinenye said and her voice could be heard down the hall. "That devil on that bed doesn't need your prayers, he doesn't need anything!", Chinenye felt her breath go uneasy and her blood boil as her mother whimpered under her voice. She was pathetic.

"You're pathetic!", she said finally before being completely fed up and heading for the door.

With her blood still hot in anger she walked down to the doctor's office. "Ms Peters", the doctor said standing to his feet as she swung open the office. "No visitors, not even his wife, make sure he is alone, I don't want anyone in that room with him but staff. Is that clear?", She said not even waiting for a reply before leaving the office and heading out of the hospital.

Pathetic, Chinenye thought as she savoured the taste of the cold whiskey. That was what her mother was, her mother was pathetic, so much that even the thought of her being her mother sickened Chinenye.

Her mother was pathetic and her mother was weak. Her mother was the weakest woman she could even think or imagine of. She cursed her everyday when she went through all the torture she went through in the hands of her mother's husband. She cursed her the moment she was old enough to speak and Know wrong from right. She wasn't a mother, she was a coward, she was a failure.

Mrs Ezinne Flora Peters

Mrs Ezinne Flora Peters was a failed mother, she was a failed woman and probably a failed daughter at the most.

She was weak, she was pathetic. She was the biggest coward in the world.

She failed as a woman, as a mother, as a Christian and as a human being. She was the reason for everything, she was the reason for all the pain all her children felt and all the sleepless nights each of them have.

These were her sins and she deserved nothing but eternal pain. Ezinne knew this, she knew all this yet even when what made her a failure in life was diseased, she was still down on her knees praying to God for his and her forgiveness like a mad woman.

She still raised her voice to the lord and asked for him to show Mercy on her husband like he deserved a small piece of God's mercy. She still shamelessly cried out to the lord to give him a space in heaven knowing that the devil was not welcomed to the kingdom of God.

She still wore black wore black even though he had been gone a week and no one else did.

She was still in mourning of a man that brought nothing but pain and suffering in her life and her children's life. Ezinne was a disgrace, a weak, pathetic disgrace.

She knew all this and that is why she hates every bits of herself, every breath she takes is simply just a reminder of how weak and pathetic she really is.

Every step she took was a reminder of her failures in life. She wish she could end her life, she wish she could be the one to punish herself for her sins.

17 years ago

Ezinne cursed under her breath as she dropped the cooking spoon on the floor, making a sound that she was sure enough that her husband would hear.

She immediately took it up without any hesitation.

Going to the sink to rinse the spoon immediately without making any further disturbance.

"Nne", the cold voice called and made Ezinne swallow hard, chills went down her spine. "Nne", the voice repeated, this time she could hear it closer to her.

She could feel her stomach tie itself in a tight knot, she held her breath like her life depended on it.

"Sir", she managed to mouth out sith her head facing down not even giving him the slightest glance. "Are you fighting with somebody here?", He asked although the question was definitely rhetorical. "Who are you fighting with", his voice was calm, if anyone else heard him they'd laugh at his humor, thinking they wasn't anything inside it. "why do you have to be so noisy Ezinne", he said moving closer and closer to her. Ezinne could feel the hairs on her skin stand erect, goosebumps ran down her back and it wasn't the good type.

Ezinne swallowed hard as she knew her husband was now barely five inches away from her. Ger husband grabbed her arm making her to look at him. "Why are you so scared, why are you shaking?", He asked as if worried for his dear wife. "I'm sorry", she mouthed out as she was almost in tears. "I'm sorry sir", she pleaded again, trying not to be to frightened by his stare. He smiled softly at her then diverted his eyes to the stove. "your water has boiled", he said then grabbed the kettle from the stove. She took a step back but he had already grabbed one of her arm.

Pouring the hot liquid over her hand as she yelled out in pain, Mr Peters smiled, "these are the hands you use to make noise in my house?".

*Hi hope you enjoyed the chapter. Thanks for reading.