You Can Run But You Can't Hide My Contractual Wife

Hearing Bill’s words, Arabella smirked. She turned around and gave him a disgusted expression then turned back to open the door.

But again, the door couldn’t be opened. When she agreed to be their servant, she also decided not to argue with her bosses. She decided to keep her silent. Following their orders without complaining and never talking back. Arabella still believed that her Aunt Kelly had still a good heart. Maybe when she saw her serving them right, she would bring Adam to her and let them live happily.

But with her Aunt Kelly's son, Arabella could not help but complain and talk back.

“Open the door.” With intense annoyance, she ordered.

Bill didn’t answer. He was sitting on the sofa with his long legs crossed.

Arabella turned around and strode forward to him.

“What are you trying to do? You want to sleep with Trishia and me?” She rolled her eyes as she could not believe how shameless the man in front of her was.

Bill didn’t say anything as he folded his arms in front of him.

“Trishia is sleeping in the guest room.” After a while, he announced.

Arabella smirked in disgust, “So? Do you want me to take her place tonight? Then after tonight, it’s her turn then after it’s mine. Hail to the mighty Bill Sky!” She clapped her hands and chuckled bitterly deliberately insulting him.

Bill just looked at her. He was not affected by her insults.

“Remind me, why are you here? And who are you here?” Bill frowned a little asking her while his legs and arms were still crossed. He was like a king castigating his slave.

Hearing Bill, she was like poured by a bucket of cold water. Obviously, he was putting her in her right place. Remembering Adam, she clenched her fists to stop herself from hitting him hard. She was extremely angry about her situation. That feeling that she had to serve the people she hated the most. That feeling that she was left with no choice. If she could just call the police and reprimand them for kidnapping Adam but with their money, that’s impossible. They owned capital Z and high-ranking officials who loved money were included. She envied how they make impossible things possible and how they controlled people with their money but she never envied how they lived their lives.

Money could never buy real happiness.

Judging from Bill’s personality, he was a self-centered person. For a very successful person like him, he only knew how to be merciless and tough to win in a very chaotic business world. Aside from his cousins, he had no friends. Aside from his mom, he had no other family. Aside from his work, he had no other thing to do that he’s good at. With his women, he had no attachments. He had no effort in pursuing them. No commitments. No love.

Does he even know what is love?

Does he even know how to love?

How could he even tell if he had fallen in love if he didn’t have an idea of love?

Arabella wanted to pity him but her anger was more powerful. Even though he was deprived of normal life, he still had no right to make her life a living hell. But for Adam, she was willing to live that kind of life just to get her son back.

“I…” Lowering her head and shoulders, she muttered. “I am here as your servant.” She continued. “I am your servant,” She added clenching her fists.

as a servant what do you have to do?” He asked like a lawyer in a court trying on pointing out

answered with eyes fixated on the ground. She didn't want to

know.” He remarked with a provoking tone.

but she tried to be calmed and not to

here. That’s my order.” Bill said with

didn’t change. She sat on the sofa next

understood her expression and went to his bed. He grabbed his quilt and put it on

briefly and went back to

didn’t argue nor say anything. She got the quilt and

Adam and the man who was soundly sleeping on his bed. Her first day as a servant in Bill’s house finished. Tomorrow was another day

lying on his bed. Since she had slept late, she woke up late too. Bill

uttered with a smile. He seemed to make

quickly opened the

strode outside but to her surprise, Trishia was standing outside Bill’s room with a very furious expression. She seemed to stand there

up excited as today was the schedule of their pictorial for the wedding. She knocked on

announced behind the door while he widened the opening of the door

what’s the meaning of this?” Trishia’s good vibe suddenly shattered. She was very angry about

looked at her

servant on my bed every night,” Bill answered her but it was like declaring that his servant should sleep

was shocked. Her face instantly flushed. Her breathing

be your wife. I can… I can serve you better in bed every night forever. You don’t need that lowly servant. I am very good in bed. I can do whatever you want. I can give you satisfaction. Why don’t you try me?” Trishia presented herself voluntarily. She strode closer

uttered coldly then shut the door. Trishia was left unmoved and dispirited outside. She was still in the middle of processing Bill’s words. All

Bill would be hers. After the wedding, she would do everything to get Bill in bed. With her fists clenched hard, Trishia went to

that could not happen if she could

Arabella to teach her a lesson but someone grabbed her arm in the air to stop

savior but her

touch my servant.” Bill’s voice

said she’s also my servant.”

pictorial today?” Bill asked Trishia with

Trishia answered almost screaming. Bill was already dressed up. He was very stunning without any effort. How could she

sincere look. ‘But not after our wedding.’ At the back of her mind, Trishia also

their traits. They seemed to argue and fight over a

she raised her head to look at him. “Fix yourself and go with

strode away leaving the two. She had no other clothes so she just washed up then prepared their breakfast.

car. She sat in the passenger seat. Bill and Trishia were seated in