My Poor Billionaire Husband

Same Face, Same Name, Different People?

~Scarlett~

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping. I was confused. I was a good person so I should be in heaven, right?

My question was left unanswered when I turned to my side and saw the man I had seen earlier at the hospital who was referred to as Mr. Zachary.

Why is he here? He surely isn't a good person and only deserves to be in hell. As the thought settled down, I panicked!

Hell? That means I'm in... Hell and not heaven!

"I don't know why you're giving me that look, because I'm so damn sure I haven't crossed you before." I heard him say and scoff loudly.

"Liar! I can't believe I get to be in hell with a bad person like you!" I yelled furiously.

Seeing the shock on his face, I was even more enraged. He was the reason we're both here and now he acts like a novice.

"Tell me, why am I in hell with you?"

He seemed to have gotten hold of the situation as he laughed and said. "First of all, this isn't hell and it's surely not the luxurious life we're both used to."

I froze. When I regained my senses, I scoffed. "I guess karma is really a b***h, huh? When you asked for me to be gotten rid of earlier at the hospital you had no idea your actions would backfire, right?"

As soon as I finished speaking, his icy eyes pierced into mine. "You saw me at the hospital earlier? Which hospital?"

"I don't know. I just woke up with tubes all over my body this morning." I replied.

As I gazed at him, I realized he seemed different from the person I met at the hospital. While that 'Zachary' exuding a blood thirsty aura. He also had a rogue look in his eyes.

Meanwhile, this one exuded a powerful, cold aura. One which commanded fear and loyalty.

"What were you doing when you ran into me?" He asked again, his hostile look going away.

"I was running from my stepmother and her cohort. They wanted to hurt me. I ran into him and pleaded for him to help me but he handed me to them instead, demanding I be taken to the psychiatric hospital."

"That sounds like something he can do." He chuckled and walked towards me. When he stood before me, he looked down at me and placed both hands on my shoulders. "My name is Damon Zachary, I'm a multi Billionaire and I'm handsome."

His introduction made me scoff. I glanced over the hand on my shoulder and pried his hands away.

"I don't care because right now, we're both fugitives." I replied and smiled.

I guess my words made him sad as the narcissistic smile on his face was replaced with a solemn one.

"It's so hard being a fugitive. I have to eat things I referred to as unclean."

"That's the only way to survive or you might just end up dead." I replied and walked past him.

Although the man was really handsome, he reminded me a lot about Blade. Showing his cuteness and hiding his fangs.

"That doesn't seem like a consolation, sounds more like you're trying to scare me." I heard him say from behind me.

"Only when you're scared can you eat it. I know people who behave like you." I replied.

I heard him chuckle before going quiet. When I got outside, I noticed I just came out of a thatch roofed house.

In front of me was a small grill and on top of it was braised fish and meat which were both well seasoned.

I glanced around the place before looking back at him. "Who set this up?"

"Well, who does it look like?"

The next thing I saw was the man moving towards the set up grill.

"Have you ever been beaten up because you touched some else's stuff?" I asked sheepishly, glancing around with the hope that the owner would spring out of the bushes and deal him a great deal of blows.

"Actually, no. Once I touch something that isn't mine, It automatically becomes mine as it'd be a privilege for the owner. Secondly, I was the one who set up this grill. So there's no need to be so panicked."

"You were the one? How? I thought rich kids knew nothing else apart from partying, showing off, drinking and having girls frolicking around them?" I asked in bewilderment.

He didn't reply me immediately. After what seemed like an eternity, I heard him ask. "So tell me, what were you doing beside the road?"

Only then did I remember the cause of my predicament. With a sigh, I replied. "My stepsister and my so-called fiancee were going to kill me. While they were distracted, I took the chance to jump out of the moving van?"

"Jumping out of a moving van? That's brave of you." He replied.

I totally ignored what he said and asked. "Tell me about your predicament too because I'm so sure the man I had seen at the hospital isn't you."

"I woke up this morning, was told my father asked to see me. I left with a few bodyguards but they seemed to be a conspiracy as two guards killed the rest of my men and tried to kill me too."

"So that means whoever impersonates you has been waiting for a time to strike. That means he's also on the lookout for you."

"Exactly!" Damon concurred.

Hearing my stomach rumble, I held it slightly and glanced towards him. "Why aren't you done yet?"

"It's almost cooked. Stop acting like a pregnant woman." He joked, flashing a smile at me.

Biting down on my lower lip, I grimaced. "I'm indeed pregnant."

He looked up almost immediately, and glanced around with a cold expression.

There was no need for him to get upset but because he was my benefactor, I tried to assure him. "It's not really what..."

"They've found us!"