MR BILLIONAIRES MRS CLUMSY
CHAPTER 39
(Hanging unto a hope)
~ Eva ~
One word. I am hanging onto only one word right now. Hope.
After freeing me from those ropes that had me tied on bed, Dylan took me to another room through those scary, dark hallways. I am so scared that I am flinching on even smallest of the voices.
“Is this the new girl?”, I turned towards the female voice. A lady in her mid forties was walking towards us. Her face was sullen and resembled nothing. No emotion, no expression.
“Yeah, get her ready for the auction. Boss’s Order!”, Dylan replied. Ducking my head down I kept staring at my feet.
Frankly speaking, I have no strength left to resist them. They are men, have guns, are criminals. Whereas, I am nothing. I don’t know in which part of Milan I am. I don’t know how much time has passed since I came here. I don’t know who I will be sold to. I don’t know if I ever will be able to see my family. I don’t know anything. I am so pathetic and weak!
The only person I am right now trusting is my Aaron. He is the only hope I am hanging onto. He is the only one I am waiting for.
“C’mon, girl!”, The lady forcefully grabbed my elbow, dragging me towards another adjoining room.
This all seems like a maze. Every door leads to somewhere else. So confusing and brain needing process. Which I have no interest to work for.
The room was another haunted one. All black and dark. The lights were dim. Even the air here felt so distant and frightening.
“Strip!”, I snapped turned towards her. She was removing all the make up necessities from her bag. Paying my shocked reaction no heed, she kept doing her work.
“Don’t look at me like that and remove your clothes. I don’t have whole day!”, She snapped but I stepped back in denial.
“Look, if you keep throwing tantrums, then I have to call someone else to do this and here only you and me are the females!”, She spoke sternly before going back to continue her chore.
Does this woman have no shame? No heart? Doesn’t she feel sympathic towards me? Being a woman, how can she work for them?
I kept looking around, avoiding the task she gave me. I can’t get n@ked infront of her. I am not at all comfortable. I have been n@ked only infront of my husband. Infront of anyone else, even if it is woman, I can’t do it!
“Fine! Jake-”
“No! Please, I will do it!”, I said stopping her yelling. She stood with her hands crossed, eyebrows rosed. Waiting for me to strip.
Obliging with her demand, I removed my top and then my jeans. Her analytical eyes kept staring intensely over my shivering frame.
“Remove everything”, she gritted out as I gasped. Tears welled up in my eyes but I forced them back. Heaving a deep sigh, her that demand too was completed.
I kept my eyes closed. I was ashamed of myself. This feels so humiliating! So embarrassing! Feeling her cold fingers wrapping around my wrist, I opened my eyes. She dragged me towards bathroom, making me stand under the shower, she opened tap.
“Bath! And then come out!”, With that, she was out.
Reluctantly, I washed myself. The tears fell freely, hiding themselves in the curtains of shower. Everything is so spooky and terrifying here. This all feels like I am stuck between bunch of ghosts! Ev!l gh0sts.
Closing the shower, I walked back. As there was no towel or cloth for me to cover myself, I had to get back n@ked.
“Hmmm…. You are really beautiful”, she said once I came back. “Perfect curves, perfect bre@sts, perfect a$$, you are a piece!”, She commented shamelessly. I want nothing but to crawl in some corner of earth to get away from this humiliation.
“Here, change into this!”, She shoved a dress in my hand. Flinching a bit, I examined it. It was flimsy and too short and revealing. Spaghetti were never my types. And this will be never in dreams. It was too outrageous and revealing.
“Please, not this”, I pleaded while trying to give it back to her.
“Either this or this”, she said last word eyeing towards another dress that was in her hand. That dress was way more revealing than a lingerie.
Fvck! I don’t have a choice. Shooking my head, I wore it.
“You look sexy”, for the first time in my life, a compliment felt like an insult.
Don’t worry, Eva. Aaron will come to get you. Don’t worry, stay strong!
“Come, let’s get done with your make up”, she said making me sit on the chair infront of vanity.
Every little thing was used. I was caked up in make up. The blush pink shade of gloss lipstick looked so gross and slutty due to the dress I was wearing. I was painted too much for my comfort.
Getting my hand roughly, she started painting my nails. “This ring is beautiful”, she said while turning it around my finger.
“It’s my wedding ring”, I said, the bitter sweet memories ran before my eyes and this time tears seemed uncontrollable but still I controlled them.
Why is it do difficult to be with you, Aaron?
“You are married?”, She gasped.
No shit Sherlock!
“Yeah”, I timidly nodded. Her eyes were suddenly flooded with guilt. Averting them, she focused back on my nails.
What did she thought of me, that I spread my legs for whoever gives me money!?
“You have to forget it now. This is the world you are going to live in from now on”, she mumbled, her eyes stayed down.
“My marriage is not a memory to forget. It’s a
reality. My husband will come to get me”, I stated with no stuttering.
“Every memory was once a reality. And every reality will one day become a memory. There’s no going back once you are pulled into this gutter”, her seriousness faltered my trust over Aaron little, but I didn’t showed it on my face.
“My husband will come. I trust him!”, I whispered.
“I too trusted my family. But they sold me to these demons. Never trust anyone except yourself and god. That’s the harsh truth of life. You have only yourself to support. You have only yourself to protect. You have only yourself to love.”, Her eyes moistened as she spoke. The pain she may have endured these past years was reflecting in her glistening orbs.
“I am my husband’s soul. His breath. His everything. He will come!”, I stated. She smiled sadly, nodding a bit.
“Suits you”, shrugging, she stood up and made me stand too.
“All the best. I will pray to God. For your security.”, She smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
“Is she ready?”, Dylan asked after knocking twice.
“Almost!”, She replied. Bending down, she pulled heels from box. My eyes widened. The clumsy self inside me yawned. I gulped.
“Wear these”, she said putting them infront of my bare legs. I shook my head.
“Why?”
“I am the most clumsiest person you will ever see. I can’t wear them”, I said stepping back.
“Look girl, you have no choice. C’mon wear them!”, She nodded pushing them towards me.
Hesitantly, I wore them. As soon as I stood straight and moved little, I tripped. She held me before my face would touch floor.
“Calm down. Don’t panic. Just walk slowly and steadily”, she instructed, which was of no use since I know my body too well. Still I nodded.
“Let’s go, we are late. The buyers are here”, Dylan said entering without knock. My body shivered in panic.
“Yeah, she is ready to go”, the lady replied, her pitiful eyes glancing at me for a moment.
No I am not!
“Follow me”, he said leaving. I stumbled while following him.
When he noticed my discomfort in heels, his pace slowed down. I heaved a sigh.
“She hates you”, I mumbled, my words referring to Liza.
I don’t know why, but I felt a need to tell him. How much she hates him. How much we all hate him. How much his own child will hate
him!
“Good for her”, he replied coldly.
“Your own child will hate you too!”, His steps faltered at that. Guilt and sorrow crossed his face before it was back to being stone.
“Good for it!”, Was his only reply.
Bl00dy s@dist!
“You never loved her? Never felt anything for her? Was your boss’s order more important that a person’s feelings. You took her v!rginity! Do you have no shame!?”, I snapped in low voice. He glanced at me before turning back.
“I don’t lie. So I won’t answer”, he said as we took another turn.
“Go in”, he held door open for me. Reluctantly, I went in.
There was nothing in that room. Only a large glass window infront of me. Suddenly a light was focused on me. Blinking a little, I focused my vision to see clear.
“Miss. Collins. Age 24, Soon to be 25. Hair- Brown. Eyes- Hazel. Height- 5.6 ft. Weight- 132.277 pounds. Breast- C Cup. Waist- 32 Inches. Skin- Fair. Nationality- United States Of America, the best part is, she had slept with only one man in her life”, a soft ladylike voice spoke in a formal way. I kept glancing around but there was no one except me.
This was so mortifying. I was placed as an object here. With all my features, not to forget “Made in America” tag and me being only slept with my husband!
Everyone here deserves nothing but h*ell!
“Bidding starts from 2 Million Dollars!”, She added.
2 Million dollars?
Wow! I have a price now.
And that too lower than my talent. For my designs, I got 15 millions and when I am placed here as an object to be sold, my price is 2 Million. The irony!
“2.5 Millions from Mr. Hogwarts”
“3 from Mr. Shaikh”
“4 from Mr. Vasiliev”
“Any one else”, as the words echoed around the walls of room, my self-respect, dignity, pride, everything was snatched away. I felt worthless.
“Four Million one, four million two, four million three and sold!”, I closed my eyes. Can’t I just die? That would be less painful than this.
I am sorry, Aaron. But if this man tries anything dirty with me, I won’t hesitate to kill myself.
Because I am not that strong.
“Miss. Collins is sold to Mr. Vasiliev from Russia. Her passport with new identity will be ready till tomorrow. Thank you.”, As soon her words ended, door opened.
“You must be happy?”, I chuckled, no humor in my tone.
“Boss needs to see you”, he said without sparing me any glance.
“Sure. Boss’s dog, take me where your boss is waiting”, I said before walking out.
“Here comes your property, Mr. Vasiliev”, The words were immediately throwed when I entered. Tilting up, I saw Xavier smirking at me, infront of him was a man in his mid fifties. He looked tired and bored.
“She is good. Get her ready till tomorrow. I need to leave for Russia tomorrow morning”, he said before standing up.
“Sure. No worries.”, Xavier said. Receiving the cheque Mr. Vasiliev gave him, he escorted the old man out.
“Your husband must be planning possible ways of how to kill me”, he said while entering back. Waving the cheque infront of me smugly, he sat down.
“I have more amount than this in my bank account”, I deadpanned rolling my eyes.
“But I have more power”, he replied, smirking at his own comeback.
“Aaron will kill you the second he sees you.”, I said. His reaction was more than enough to boast my confidence.
“He won’t see me then”, he chuckled.
“Keep dreaming.”, I muttered.
“You know, I can have my ways with you right now, right against my desk. You aren’t afraid?”, He asked while leaning in. From the corner of my eyes, I noticed Dylan’s eyes darting down towards his feet.
“And the moment you try to do something with me, I won’t hesitate to kill you or myself”, I hissed, he laughed. For him it was a joke, but only I knew how much of dead serious I was.
“Take her back”, he ordered. I was quick to leave before Dylan asks me. Coming out, I removed heels and waited for him to come out. He guided towards another room.
It was another mental hospital worthy room. But the views, that the closed windows gave were breathtaking.
When the door was closed, I stood silent behind the glass window.
For you I will pretend to be fine, Aaron. I will gulp down this sorrow.
I am waiting for you.
I am so sick of this pathetic life. But this is a test right? I have to get through this. I shouldn’t give up. Who knows there would be happiness waiting for me at the end. And I am Aaron’s Little Warrior, I don’t want to disappoint him. I don’t want to disappoint my parents. I don’t want to be weak.
But what if that man tries to do anything with you, Eva?
“What should I do? How should I stop that oldie from touching me. But what if he had just brought me to be his maid or something? I mean, he didn’t even seem interested.”, I kept rambling to myself. That was the best way to keep me intact as a human between all these devils.
Sitting on the dusty, unclean bed, I kept thinking about possible ways I could use to get that man away from me.
HIV?
Uhmm no! That seems way too much. What if he does medical check up and finds out that I was lying. Cancelled!
Leprosy?
That’s not contagious, idi0t! Cancelled!
Should I say that I am l*sbian?
Don’t you remember your s*xual life was stated in your list of features. Cancelled!
Periods!
Yes, I should say that I am on my periods. I would at least have more five to six days to think of any other escape plan! Done!
Falling on bed, my eyes closed due to tiredness. But the emptiness inside me forced them open again. Out of nowhere tears started falling. Continuously.
Soon silent tears turned into hard sobs. I kept wailing and weeping while turning on my sides.
Everything is so empty and shallow. I am miles away from the love of my life. What must be he doing now? He must be so stressed and scared.
Don’t worry, baby. Your Little Warrior is fine.
I should have atleast stolen Xavier’s phone when he wasn’t looking. But the fear of getting caught held me back. What if the consequences were worst. I am such a scaredy cat!
I don’t know when sleep took over me but I thank it for taking me out of this selfish world into its own dreamland.
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Next Day, 5:25 AM
“Get up!”, Dylan’s voice made me sat straight on bed. His face irks me. I don’t know why Xavier always tells him to come and get me.
“Get ready”, he said without looking. My eyes skeptically ran across the empty room I am held captive in.
“Sure. Can you get my suitcase so I could pack my clothes!”, I muttered sarcastically before throwing myself back on bed and staring outside window.
“Stop being sassy. It will count you nothing but pain here. So I suggest you to get up and follow me”, without responding him, I stood up and walked out. Waiting for him out with my hands folded over my chest.
He came and took the lead. I followed him silently. I was told to bath, then yesterday’s lady got me ready. And now I was waiting for my buyer .
“From now on your name will be Diana Ivanov.
Eva Collins is no more.”, Xavier said while I just stood there silently. My mind drifting off towards my family. They would be so worried right now.
Liza…… She must be crying, worrying for me. And stress isn’t right for her. For baby.
Chloe…. She must be cursing and yelling. Trying to take out her anger and frustration on things.
Adam….. Adam must be trying to calm everyone down. He is the person who always looks on the positive side.
And….
Aaron….. My baby must be sick worried. And I know, though he wouldn’t show. He will find some corner, away from everyone else and cry until his eyes get tired. He must be so tired and worn out.
I just hope they won’t give up on me. Because I haven’t.
“Diana? Are you listening me!”, Xavier shouted. I was perplexed for some seconds due to the new name before nodding meekly.
“Mr. Vasiliev is here. She is to be escorted down”, one of his man said after a knock.
All look like devils!
“I won, Mrs. King . Welcome to the hell now.”, Xavier smirked. I felt Dylan tensing beside me.
Dylan escorted me down. Giving him one last disgusted glare, I slided into backseat.
Welcome to the hell, Eva!
The engine revved and car sped off from driveway. I let myself curl up as far as I could from the oldie. He didn’t seem interested though, but still I took my precaution.
“I am not slightest interested in you. All I want is you to give me a heir by sleeping with my son as his wife is unable to do that. And I can’t let the world know that my daughter in law couldn’t bear a child because we have a reputation to handle. Vasiliev don’t do divorces. The reason why I chose you, was solely because you had only slept with one man in your entire life. Once my motive with you is done, you will be sent to my brother. He likes young girls like you”, he said all the while staring at his phone.
I couldn’t help but ponder over if I should be relieved that he wasn’t going to touch me or panick because his son apparently was going to.
I didn’t know we women are the object of just sex and producing heir.
Now I know why they say words cut deeper than knife.
The really do…
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Moscow,( Russia) 10:18 AM
I was slightly hoping that they would catch my fake passport but they didn’t. And now I am the resident of country I know nothing about.
Moscow was in my bucket list. When in highschool, me and Liam had decided to come here for our holiday. And guess what? I am finally here. As a captive.
The windows gave me the glimpse of how beautiful this city is. But right now, it felt nothing more than an ugly, suffocating cage. I am caged up. My freedom, which is my strength is snatched away.
The car strolled through driveway, stopping right at the entrance.
“Come out”, he said before stepping out. I followed silently behind. Everyone around gave me judging look. I wasn’t wearing anything revealing, but still their eyes held disgust and shame.
“Adrian?”, Mr. Vasiliev called out. A young man, around my age came downstairs. His steps slowed down as his eyes spotted me, frowing over new uninvited, unneeded person.
“Yes, dad?”
My heart trembled in fear. Clenching and unclenching. An uneasy feeling settled down in my stomach as the knots twisted around. The arousing feeling gave me nausea.
Is he the person I am going to sleep with?
“Meet Diana. Diana, this is my son”
“Diana?”
“Diana!”
“Uhh? Yeah, sorry.”, I quickly muttered an apology. The name seemed foreign to me.
“Who is she dad?”, He gritted out as his cold eyes stayed on me.
“She is the one you will be sleeping with. I want a boy!”, With that he walked away. Leaving me alone with his son.
Though my eyes were trained down, I could hear his footsteps coming towards me.
“Who is it honey?”, A soft voice called and I turned at my right to see a beautiful lady walking towards us with a frown etched on her face.
“Hey!”, She smiled. I didn’t responded because I don’t know how to. Or what to respond with.
“She is the one I will be sleeping with!”, He stated coldly and her smile was dropped within seconds. A pained expression swirled in her eyes.
But I am too drown in my own miseries that I didn’t felt any sympathy so I just ignored.
“You will be maid for the daytime. And at night…. You very well know!”, He snapped before leaving. Soon, she too left. And now I was standing all alone in this huge living room.
I miss my home. The one which gave warmth and embraced me in its comfort.
Here everything feel so cold. So distant and scary.
A maid helped me. She took me to staff quarters and gave me maid uniform. The room given to me was smaller than my bathroom. It had one cot at the corner and, and that’s it. Nothing else.
I sat down massaging my forehead. My fingers on their own found their destination and kept caressing my wedding ring.
Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my chest. Clutching it tightly I yelped. Sobs escaped my mouth and I muffled my cries.
I need to see him!
I need to see him!
“Are you okay?”, The maid which helped me earlier asked. She was in her mid thirties. Pale and had auburn hair. Hazel eyes like me, but they were little dull and lifeless.
I frantically stood up, “Do you have phone?”, I asked hoping to get positive response.
“We are under CCTV surveillance. And we aren’t allowed phones. I am sorry.”, She said apologetically but I shook my head.
“It’s fine”, I mumbled going back to sit where I was.
“Why do you want phone?”
“So I could tell my husband where I am”
“He didn’t sold you?”, She asked before sitting down on floor.
“Why would he sell me?! Xavier Russo kidnapped me and sold me here. My husband must be finding me”, I said staring at wall infront of me.
“If you are destined to be together, he will find you. Don’t lose hope”, she said and a small smile tugged my lips upwards.
She is the first one to believe me.
“Get ready. We have lots of work”, she said before patting my head and leaving.
I stood up and changed myself into the clothes she gave me. Afterwards she took me back to the mansion.
By lots of work she really meant lots of work . They made me do every little thing. From washing the dishes to washing the tiles and windows.
My spinal cord was sure to snap into two if I continued to do this. But one glare from staff chief and that was all needed to ignore the pain and get back to work.
“Stop”, I looked up to see Mr. Vasiliev walking down the stairs. “It’s almost dinner time, Adrian will be back from office. Go get ready and wait for him in guest room”, he ordered but I stood there like a dumb.
“Go!”, He yelled and I scurried away. Other maids got me ready and made me sit in guest room.
I have my periods going on!
I have my periods going on!
I have-
The door clicked opened and I turned sharply. Mr. Vasilis’s son entered. My breathing stopped and heart beated frantically against my ribcage.
Please let this all be nightmar e!
Please!
“Str!p!”, He stated before opening his shirt buttons. My eyes widened and hands trembled.
What should I do?
What should I do?
Ahh, yes! I am having my periods.
“I-I am ha-having m-”
“Shut up and strip! I don’t want to have any verbal talk! Do what you are supposed to! Be a slvt that you are and remove your clothes!”, He said, though it was not a yell still the coldness and sharpness it held made me gulp.
Be strong, Eva!
Be-
“Fine! I will do it for you!”, He said while stepping closer to me. I immediately crumbled down, my hands joining automatically in a plead.
“No please! Please no! Please please! I don’t want to do this. Please don’t do this to me.”, I pleaded.
~•~•~•~
~ Author ~
The weak woman infront of Adrian fell down on floor. Like deck of cards.
The woman who was once her sister’s strength, who never thought of consequences when she felt the need to correct something or someone was now helplessly pleading for mercy.
She was sure to kill herself if anyone else except her husband tries to touch her. It’s not that she would be disgusted by herself or she will blame herself. But she won’t be endure it. The pain, the sadness, the sorrow, the defeat, she won’t be able to endure it at all.
Adrian was confused. What was he supposed to do. He thought that this woman would be pleasingly waiting for him. And once he was done, done with the thing his father wants to. He will go back to his wife, where his heart really beats.
He didn’t had time, nor interest in all these crocodile tears. So getting her in his arms, while she resisted, screamed and begged for him to leave, he throwed her on bed.
Drama! He thought rolling his eyes.
Removing the shirt, he throwed it aside. Eva’s eyes widened, she crouched back in fear. Unable to comprehend the excuse she had initially planned. Her hopes were shattered. Her courage was torned. And dignity was on the edge.
Ignoring her pleadings, he hovered over her. He is disgusted by himself. He doesn’t want to do this. But he is scared of his father too. Always was. And he can’t go against his dad’s words.
Gulping the lump of guilt, remorse that he felt towards his wife, he leaned down.
“Please! Aaron, help me! Aaron!”, The name stopped him from going further. Shaking his head he leaned in, though reluctantly but he forced himself only to be stopped by the glance of a ring adorning the woman’s finger who was writhing in struggle under him.
“You are married? You aren’t here on your own?”, He asked, she yelled No while pushing him off her.
He slided off, and stood straight. Eva immediately brought her knees close to her chest and kept pleading.
Adrian, get your shit back and just complete what you are here for!
He decided to himself but the words she next shoved down his ears froze him.
“I-I was kid-kidnapped. The-They sold m-me. My Aa-Aaron must be f-finding me. Please let me g-go!”, She stammered. Her breathing was uneven, body was shaking due to the horrible experience she just had.
Adrian couldn’t understand what he was supposed to do. Should he believe her? But what about his father?
His father purchased someone? Not
something! But someone?!
Has he stooped that low?!
“Sophia, come here. -Just come and I will tell you”, he said to his wife over phone. Right now she is the only one he could rely on for advice.
Soon there was soft knock on door. Adrian opened door and pulled his wife in, shutting it immediately behind her.
“Why is she crying?”, Sophia gasped.
“She isn’t here on her own. She was kidnapped and then sold to dad”, her eyes widened and mouth fell open over the information she was fed with.
Her heart clenched at the sight of Eva. Fear visible on her face.
Poor girl!
“She isn’t letting me and I can’t force myself on her. I can’t rape anyone!”, Adrian muttered rubbing his palms over his face. Sophia’s eyes soften. Turning, she walked towards bed and sat at the corner.
“Hey?”, She called out gently.
“Please-ple”
“Shh… Come here”, Sophia took Eva’s shaking form in her arms. And Eva kept sobbing until her tears dried on her cheek.
Everyone was silent. Probably because no one knew how to deal with this situation. They surely can’t force her even if she was solely bought for that purpose.
Aidran can’t do that sin…..
“Please call my husband”, Eva broke the silence. Thankfully without stuttering.
“I can’t. My phone calls are tracked.”, Adrian replied and Sophia heaved a sigh.
They were trapped in their own house.
But Eva needs some peace. She wanted something to calm her down. And only one person could, her husband. She needs to see her husband. She needs to get her strength back.
“Give me your phone, please. I swear won’t call anyone”, she pleaded, Adrian contemplated but a confirming nod from Sophia and that was all needed.
Eva wanted to send a quick text but she knew their hawk like eyes were monitoring her moves. So she decided otherwise. Opening Google, her fingers fondly typed her husband’s name.
As soon as Aaron’s images scattered over screen, her hands trembled. She bited her lips to stop the tears as they were blurring her eyes so that she could see her husband without any obstacle.
Her shaking fingers glided over screen. His various images, some with business attires- no all with business attires. Some blurred, but some clear. Some with the blue suit, her favourite colour on him. She wiped away her tears so they won’t fall on screen. K!ssing the screen lightly where he was smiling, she smiled through her tears.
“Why are you looking at him?”, Adrian asked suspiciously. He knew who Aaron King is. Hell, whole world knew who Aaron King is. He fvcking rules the business world. Within the snap of his fingers, he could crumble someone else’s empire.
But isn’t he married?
Then why is this woman crying over his image?
Is she obsessed with him?
“He is my husband”, came her whisper. Her eyes still admiring the source of her strength.
His wife’s name is Eva, isn’t it?
But this woman’s name is Diana!
“Stop joking! His wife’s name is-”
He stopped abruptly as she showed him the picture of Aaron back hugging her which Adam had posted in his Instagram and then went viral throughout the internet.
Adrian’s eyes widened. Not only in surprise but in fear. Sheer fear!
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