HIDDEN WIFE : CHAPTER 71 – 80
Chapter 78
RACHEL’S pov.
“We’re here, Miss” the cab driver informed me.
“Oh, thank you”
I quickly paid him and alighted his cab, then rushed towards Asher’s porch. I searched for my key inside my handbag, but frowned when I couldn’t find it, then I remembered I didn’t take it with me yesterday.
Hold on, Asher might still be at home since today’s saturday.
That’s when I started ringing the doorbell, and eventually the door flung open after a few rings.
“Hi, Ash…” my words were left unfinished when I saw Asher’s face.
He has heavy bags under his eyes, his hair was disheveled and all over the place as though he’s been running his fingers through it, and he looked totally different from the last time I saw him -which was two days ago.
“Asher, what happened to you?” I asked as I pushed him aside, and entered his house.
He shut the door and followed me to the living room.
But my steps faltered upon seeing cigarettes and empty bottles of beer scattered on the table, it’s as if he’s going through a heartbreak.
“What the heck is going on here?” I asked him.
I turned around to face him, only to be pulled into a tight hug, and I felt my stomach churned as the smell of ¢ig.arettes and alcohol hi t me.
“Don’t.. don’t.. don’t…” was all he was muttering.
“Don’t what?” I asked, but got no response.
I tilted my head and let my eyes scanned the table again, I couldn’t help but wonder just how much he’s drunk. I sighed softly, and slowly walked towards a sofa.
I tried to push him off me and make him sleep on the sofa, but he surprisingly held me very tight, I mean way too tight for a person in a drunken state.
I tried to pvsh him off again, but we both ended up falling on the sofa, with me laying on him and he quickly moved his arms to my waist.
“Hey, Asher, let go!” I said, as I tried to unwrap his arms from my waist.
“No!” he replied firmly.
“Let. Go” I gritted out still trying to remove his hand, but his grip was too tight.
“I.. I.. I will marry you” he slurred.
“Marry me?”
“Hm” he nodded, and pouted his lips as though he wanna kss me.
“You’re drvnk”
After struggling for a moment, I managed to remove his arms, and straightened up.
I headed towards the kitchen to get Asher a glass of chilled water, to help him sober up, but a gasp left my mouth when I was suddenly hugged from behind, and Asher rested his head on my shoulder.
“I wanna marry you, don’t go.. don’t…”
“Asher, let go, you’re holding a married woman!”
He shook his head, and forcibly turned me around in his arms.
“You’re not.. you’re…not…not..” he burped which made me cringed in di$gust at the smell that oozed out of his mouth. “.. married, you’re.. mine!”
I rolled my eyeballs.
“Wake up and see who’s standing in front of you, I’m a six months pregnant woman for crying out loud”
“I don’t care if you’re pregnant, I just want you to be mine” then he dragged me back to the living room.
He pvshed me on a sofa, and caged me by placing both is hands on both sides of the sofa.
“Asher, what are you doing?”
His face was very close to mine at this moment, as if he wanna kss me or force himself on me.
“I wanna make you mine!” he whispered.
Make me his? Is he planning on rapping me? He wanna rappe a pregnant woman?
He’s definitely not in his right state of mind, I believe it’s the alcohol working right now.
“Asher, calm down”
“I should calm down?” he let out a dry laugh. “Do you know how much I love you?”
“Asher, I…”
“Shhhh” he shushed me. “Just come with me and I promise I’ll give you the best life, I’ll never hurt you”
“No, do you know what you’re saying?” I glared at him. “I’m married to someone else, and I’m already pregnant with our baby”
“I don’t mind being your baby’s father, but if you don’t want me to be his father, then I have another idea”
“You… ”
“Ab®rt the baby”
“What?! No! I’m not ab®rting my child!”
He stayed at me for a few moments, then shut his eyes and inhaled deeply.
“Darling, I’m not a very patient man”
“And I’m not a very patient woman either, get out of my way!”
He shook his head.
“Are you ab®rting it, or not?”
“My child is not an it, my child is a HE, and I’m not gonna ab®rt him!”
He puffed out some air.
“Then you leave me no choice!”
He raised his hand and gave me a resounding sIap which left a ¢ut on my lower lip, I guess that’s a little distraction to give him time to carry out his next step, which is, sending a pvnch to my stomach before I could react, and a howl escaped my throat when pa!n sh®t through my waist.
He’s not drunk, he’s very sober!
I quickly pvshed him off me with all my strength, and wrapped my arms protectively around my stomach.
“What are you? A be.ast?!” I gasped out.
He shook his head as he approached me, but I took quick steps back to escape from him, only for my back to hit a wall and there was no more escape.
“No, no, darling”
He stopped in front of me, and held my tear stained face in his hands.
“Darling, I just wanna get rid of the garbage in your w®mb, then we can start our relationship afresh, isn’t that amazing?” he let out an ev’l laugh.
I spat on his face which made him stop laughing at once, and he narrowed his eyes at me.
“My son is not a garbage, he is my son, my flesh and bI.ood!” I screamed in his face. “And we were never in a relation… ”
My words were left unfinished as Asher backhanded, and grabbed my chin, then looked directly in my eyes.
“It’s been decided by fate that you’re mine, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it” he narrowed his eyes. “Not even you, or the trash in your w®mb can change that!”
“You’re sick, Asher, this is no way to treat the woman you claim to love”
He chuckled sarcastically.
“Don’t worry about that” he brought his mouth closer to my ear. “I’ll try you better after getting this garbage outta you” then he landed another pvnch on my stomach.
“Stop it! Stop it already!” I cried both in pa!n and regret as he continued throwing pvnches at my stomach.
My arms were still tightly wrapped around my stomach, but it couldn’t do much -had I known this would happen, I wouldn’t have come to bide him goodbye.
I couldn’t stand his pvnches anymore, so I did the only thing I could do at that moment, I positioned my teeth on his left arm and b!te him as hard as I could.
I b!te him so hard to the extent I was tasting his bI.ood, but he didn’t stop throwing pvnches at my stomach, in fact, it seemed like he increased his the strength in his fist.
“My.. my baby is innocent.. let..”
“He’s not innocent, he’s the son of that j.èrk, and I must get him out!”
“N-no.. ” I trailed off.
At that moment, the door burst open, and men in black suits trooped into the living room.
I was scared at first, thinking these are men and they’re here to help him, but I let out a sigh of relief when I saw Fatima walked in with a gvn in her hand.
Asher chuckled lightly when he saw Fatima and her men barge in, he let go of me and clapped his hands, and nodded as if he’s impressed with what he’s seeing.
I whimpered quietly as I rubbed my tummy fondly, whispering sweet words to my baby and apologizing for bringing him into this mess.
“You are sure very courageous, you dare barge into my home?!” Asher said.
He turned back to me, and wrapped his hand around my neck in a tight grip, his grip was very tight to the extent that he was choking me.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I tried to remove his hand from my neck, but that simply just made his grip tightened even more.
“Asher..” I whispered inaudibly, which he heard but ignored me.
“Let go of her, or I’ll make you regret ever touching her!” Fatima growled threateningly.
“Let go of her?” Asher scoffed and shook his head. “No. She. Is. Mine!” he growled possessively.
“Yours?” Fatima sighed. “You don’t know who her husband is, and trust me, her husband isn’t someone you’d wanna mess with”
Asher growled lowly.
“Why is everyone saying her husband isn’t someone I’d wanna mess with?! Why does everyone think I’ll be scared of her husband?!” he faced me and narrowed his eyes. “I will make her mine today, and nobody will stand in my way!”
He reached for his pocket and pulled out a whistle, he brought it closer to his mouth, and some unfamiliar men rushed out from Asher’s room immediately he blew his whistle, with each of them holding a gvn.
My eyes widened as a realization just dawned on me. Asher isn’t as innocent as I thought, he must definitely be a Mafia lord too, and he wouldn’t mind klling me if I continue rejecting him as it is.
“Let go of me, you b.east!” I pvshed him off with the last bit of strength I have left.
I made to run towards Fatima, but Asher caught my wrist, and pulled me back, he carelessly pushed me towards a sofa but I slipped and fell, my stomach bumped on the table and my waist h it the floor very hard.
“Funk!” I cursed loudly as I felt something warm rushing down my legs.
My heartbeat accelerated as fear consumed me at once at the thought that crossed my mind, I couldn’t looked down to check out the liquid rushing down as I’m already scared at what I’m gonna see -please, good God, let this be another false alarm.
It’s already chaotic at the moment, bvllets were flying everywhere in the living room, Fatima and Asher are shooting at each other by now, both Asher’s men and Fatima’s men are sh®oting at each other too, but almost everyone in Fatima’s team is down -some dropped dead, and others were $everely injured.
I tried to get up and make a run for it while I could, but couldn’t as an intense pa!n h!t my waist.
My bI.ood was spreading very fast on the floor, and soon, I was in a small pool of my bI.ood.
“Fat.. Fat..”
I mustered up every bit of strength left in me, and got up but my legs failed me and I fell back on the floor.
“Fat.. Fatima…” I gasped for air. “.. my.. my.. my son!” I screamed the last part, and thankfully Fatima heard me this time.
Her head snapped towards me, her eyes widened in fear and made to rush towards me, but she suddenly halted abruptly and grunted in pain when Asher’s bvllet h!t her right shoulder.
“You id!ot!” she growled and aimed her gvn at him, but someone b.eat her to it before she could f!re.
Asher was shot a couple of times on his shoulders, and he slumped down, howling in pa!n.
I looked towards the door, and I smiled weakly when I saw my husband standing by the door. He’s looking so powerful.
“Mr Baldwin” Fatima greeted him with a bow.
“Take him!” He ordered Lucas who was standing next to him.
“Yes, sir” then Lucas rushed towards Asher who’s still h®wling agonizingly.
Duncan’s eyes frantically searched the living room until they landed on me, and he rushed towards me.
He crouched down to my level and held my face in his hands, then frowned deeply when he saw my condition.
“That bstard!” he growled.
“Our baby”
“Our baby?” he was confused.
“Save our baby” were my last words before I black out, it’s as if I was secretly waiting for him.
HIDDEN WIFE : CHAPTER 71 – 80
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