You Can Run But You Can't Hide My Contractual Wife novel Chapter 166

Earlier,

“Sir someone wanted to sabotage the video presentation.” One of Bill’s men reported discreetly.

“Identity?” Bill asked.

“Winston Ford.” His man answered.

Bill nodded. “Allow him,” Bill ordered calmly. Years ago, he asked someone to investigate Winston. Bill knew his background and what he was up to beforehand. He also knew about him and Trishia and his unyielding revenge for his sister.

After Adam swiftly ran away,

“Adam! Adam!” Arabella cried out his name but Adam was quick to escape Bill’s men. His tiny figure was a good advantage for him to easily sneak from them and exit the venue.

“Bring my son back! Do whatever it takes to bring him back!” Bill was talking to a man in his Bluetooth earphone.

“Then lock the city!” He ordered.

The media was satisfied by the big scopes they were getting at the event. Bill raised his hand signaling his men to send all the guests out of the venue. He then went to Arabella who was kneeling absentmindedly on the ground. He held her arm and assisted her to stand up.

“Pak!!!” Regaining her senses, Arabella hit his face. Bill didn’t move on his spot. “Pak!” She hit him again. Seeing him unmoved, “Pak!” She released another hard slap. Bill’s white skin instantly turned red but he allowed her to hurt him.

“When are you going to stop?” Arabella’s tears came out flowing. She already had her son but because of him, she lost her son again. She should have held him tight. She should have hugged him tight and didn’t let him go. She blamed herself for being a weak mother. Her strong emotions were taking over her.

Would it be okay if she just wed Bill and didn’t oppose? But, how could she marry him again after what he had done to her and her family? How could she possibly just close her eyes and forget everything he had done that instant? How could she let him play with her again in front of everyone? In front of the whole world?

“Calm down. I will find our son.” Bill announced in a deep voice and was about to hug her but she pushed him away.

“Make sure or I will kill you!” Arabella threatened him angrily then strode away.

“Where do you think you're going?” Bill quickly followed her frowning.

“I will find my son.” She answered with big strides holding the hem of her long gown so she could walk fast.

Bill suddenly snatched her wrist. “Let’s find him together.” He said while dragging her forcefully to his car not giving her a chance to refuse.

In a hotel room,

“You!” Trishia angrily roared and brutally slapped Winston. She could only think of Winston who could record their bed scenes. Ever since they only used one room for their intimacies. For her, she was just using Winston for her sexual needs and hideous works. Nothing else.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Winston asked touching his swollen face. When he heard the doorbell, he quickly opened the door and Trishia attacked him all of the sudden.

“What’s wrong? Tell me, how much money did you get to record our bed scenes?” Trishia’s eyes rolled then fiercely shot him with daggers. Her look was dangerous and ready to kill anytime.

“Hey. Calm down first.” Winston tried to pacify her first but Trishia had no plan to lower her ground.

“How dare you? You are just trash that I picked up. Who do you think you are? I can always throw you back to the garbage can where you belong!” Trishia insulted him with a mocking expression. Her anger never left her face.

“Ha!” Winston, suddenly chuckled softly. “Ha! Ha! Ha!” He laughed out loud and pulled Trishia inside the room.

“You see baby, that was just a light punishment,” Winston uttered winking with a smirk. Trishia was dumbfounded. She was accusing him but she never thought that he would admit it. She couldn’t believe that it was really Winston who set her up. They had been together for so many years and for that many years, they had made all the wild possible moves in bed. He was there with her especially at times when she was not in a good mood. He satisfied her and adjust to her mood swings and temper.

“What?” Trishia’s eyes widened. “You!” Driven by intense hatred, she raised her hand to hit him again but Winston’s strong hand was quicker to hold her neck and smashed her back on the cold wall. He smirked choking Trishia. “Remember my sister Amanda?” Winston reminded him with a sinister look.

Trishia was dumbfounded. Her secret was already out. ‘But how?’ She tried cracking her brain but she could feel she was slowly out of breath.

“Winston, baby. Put me down.” She had no choice but to plead at him or else she would die in his hand.

“You killed Amanda Trishia, you killed her!” Winston didn’t listen instead, he tightened her grip on her neck and lifted her higher.

Trishia couldn’t breathe but she refused to surrender her life to him. “Don’t… do… this. You kill me… you… kill your child!” Lacking of air, she still managed to announce.