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

“Let me go!” Arabella grappled with the man who was carrying her.

Bill didn’t speak. He continued walking in the direction of the master bedroom then he suddenly tossed Arabella to his bed.

“Ouch!” She cried out. “You…you!” She stammered then she quickly got up as she felt her blood was boiling with anger. She stormed towards him and pushed him strongly on the chest. With him, she always felt that she had no choice in everything. That she had no control over the things in front of her.

“Don’t order me around!” She pushed him again violently. With every push, Bill took a step backward but he didn’t dodge. He let her push him freely.

“You are so domineering! You say what you wanted! You do what you wanted and you get what you want. What about me? Huh?! What about me?!” She pushed him again harshly.

The atmosphere was filled with intense inquietude. With the anger in her heart, she had no plan to stop.

Bill didn’t reply.

“You think just because you are rich you own the world? Huh?! You are not God, Bill! You don’t own anything! You don’t own me! You don’t own Adam! You don’t own us!” She exclaimed pushing him. Her face was flustered and she didn’t mind about anything. She was not scared of him anymore. Arabella found it a perfect opportunity to release her vexation at him. She could not control it anymore. The room was big and only her screaming could be heard. Bill was muted but his deep dark eyes were pierced to hers.

Arabella shrugged and nodded. She felt the night was not enough to cater all her heartaches to him.

“You are so domineering! You are heartless! You are a living monster! You don’t deserve me! You don’t deserve Adam! You don’t deserve anyone! You deserve to be alone!” She screamed her heart out while she was trembling in fury. She could feel her nerves were contracting inside as her temperature went to its peak. She was like a wild angry tiger that no one could control. She would attack him and she was ready to brawl with him for her freedom but Bill didn’t say anything. His back reached the wall but Arabella was still enraged. Her resentment towards him was infinity. She could only bend it out to him.

“You are not worthy of Adam’s love! You are not worthy of anyone’s love because you can’t love them back! You deserve to die alone without any sympathy! No love. Nothing!” When she couldn’t push him anymore, she pounced his muscled chest repetitively with her fists. She had lost all her self-control as she was already crying while hurting him violently.

“Are you done?” Finally, Bill spoke holding her two arms. Arabella sobbed while trying to compose herself. Her wet eyes looked at his dark deep eyes. Their fierce eyes met. The serenity couldn’t be found. There’s no peace and only anger and hatred were only present at the moment.

Arabella regained her senses. She heaved a sigh trying to comfort herself. She quickly ran off and went out leaving Bill in the room. She needed to breathe or she would die in suffocation. She entered the elevator down to the lobby. The hotel was the biggest in F city and she didn’t need to go outside the hotel to calm herself.

When she reached the lobby, she heard someone was playing the piano. She smiled warmly as she felt she had made the right decision to come down. The place was a perfect breather for her.

The big lobby catered to a cozy atmosphere with classic music. There’s a reception area, there’s also a waiting area and an area for guests who just wanted to relax in a cozy ambiance with some drinks and classical music.

Since it was 11:30 p.m., the lobby was less busy. Arabella had only 4 companies sitting at different tables plus the one who was playing the piano.

The piece soothed her angry soul. It made her slowly regain her lost calm and positive energy. She sat in the corner closing her eyes while internalizing the tune.

The music brought her to sadness. A very deep sadness that she could cry. She could tell that the person who was playing had longed for someone who was lost for a long time.

After the piece, she clapped her hands with the crowd to show her appreciation of how well the person played the classical piece but she was shocked to see the familiar face when the man got up from the stage.

He looked like a prince in the night. His cool was written all over him without his suit and tie. He was just wearing a royal blue sweater and black sweat pants.

The stranger man who she had met at the charity dinner.

stay in F city for some business and personal reasons. His insomnia took him again so he decided to go down and have some drink. He knew it would be less crowded as it was already late but to his surprise, the person who he wanted to see again was right

seeing Arabella again. He walked in her

amusement with his outstanding performance, Arabella smiled back at him. She could not believe that the man was

played.” Arabella expressed

with a sweet smile never leaving his face. His eyes were tantalizing as she looked at the beautiful creature in

could not believe that he remembered her. “Eric… Eric Grant” He introduced himself reaching her hand. Arabella took his hand quickly. “Arabella Jones,” She introduced herself

suddenly blushed. “May I?” He added with a

sit with her. A good talk would not be bad. Now that she heard him playing, she instantly felt the comfort in

Eric settled himself down then he asked with a

with a slight smile as she wondered why he

with a light temper and approachable tone that one could not

she would bump at him again after the party. This man was mysterious but he saved her when she

the waiter came in with a bottle of wine in his hand. He poured the

glass with a smile that any girl would

glass to his then

stunned. “Are you okay?” He asked with a not-so-nosy but curious

“I’m sorry, I’m just… I’m...” She really wanted to share the heaviness in her heart but

because he could not judge you since he doesn't know you at all.” Eric

read her mind. Thinking about this, made her chuckle. Yes, he was absolutely right. Strangers

night with my troubles.” Considering the relaxing cozy ambiance, she uttered. More or less, Arabella was sure that he was in

feel better after.” Eric clinked his glass to hers after he filled up her glass. His tone was not giving her pressure instead it gave

Eric’s company. She smiled at him but her eyes became gloomy. “Okay.” She scoffed feeling a bit shy with the new friend. “I want to ask

on.” With his cutest dimples, Eric

caught in an oppressive situation where you had no choice but to stay?” One could easily tell that she was unhappy through her

this situation involved with someone?” He asked while his eyes looked at

nodded answering

trying to

smirked shaking

Bill Sky. It seemed he could go into a deep sleep after their conversation. “Do you trust me?” Eric asked with gentle comfort on

but she

smiling. “Now, hold your breath.” He ordered with a

but she followed.

Do you want to live? or do you

nodded agreeing

go,” Eric

Arabella breathed out.

breath is a choice.” Eric explained with a light tone. “It’s a matter of what choices are you

to stay or get out of the situation. Save