You Can Run But You Can't Hide My Contractual Wife novel Chapter 152

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.

“Well said,” Bill said with a satisfied tone. “Then as a servant what do you have to do?” He asked like a lawyer in a court trying on pointing out something.

“Follow your orders.” She answered with eyes fixated on the ground. She didn't want to see his face.

“Good to hear that you know.” He remarked with a provoking tone.

Arabella’s nerves contracted with her fury inside but she tried to be calmed and not to explode.

“Then, sleep here. That’s my order.” Bill said with a deep demanding tone.

Arabella looked at him with daggers but Bill’s calm expression didn’t change. She sat on the sofa next to him as she wanted to save her energy and quit the conversation.

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

“Use this.” He said briefly and went back to his bed.

Arabella didn’t argue nor say anything. She got the quilt and cover her body.

The night went deeper and she could not sleep. Her mind was with 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 of testing her patience and temper. She needed more courage to continue being their servant. The only Cinderella in the house and was full of vicious arrogant people.

The next morning came, she jumped off the bed again. She was lying on his bed. Since she had slept late, she woke up late too. Bill was already sitting on the sofa wearing his suit and tie. He was ready for work.

“Good morning.” He uttered with a smile. He seemed to make fun of her messy hair and look.

Arabella tidied up herself quickly. She didn’t greet him back. Then she quickly opened the door. This time, the door opened without her putting any effort.

Giving him no attention, she quickly strode outside but to her surprise, Trishia was standing outside Bill’s room with a very furious expression. She seemed to stand there for too long and wait for Arabella’s appearance.

“You! How dare you sleep in Bill’s room? How wicked are you to climb on his bed?” Trishia shouted furiously as she raised her hand to slap Arabella. She woke up excited as today was the schedule of their pictorial for the wedding. She knocked on Bill’s room earlier to remind him about the pictorial only to see Arabella sleeping on his bed.

“Be quiet. Someone is still sleeping.” Bill announced behind the door while he widened the opening of the door for her to see Arabella on his bed.

“Bill, what’s the meaning of this?” Trishia’s good vibe suddenly shattered. She was very angry about the situation but she could not show it in front of Bill.

Bill looked at her for a while.

“I need a servant on my bed every night,” Bill answered her but it was like declaring that his servant should sleep with him every night.

Trishia was shocked. Her face instantly flushed. Her breathing became unstable.

“Bill, I am gonna 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 to Bill and was about to kiss him to prove what she said but Bill dodged.

“I need a servant, not a wife. Get ready for the pictorial.” He 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 she wanted was to be Bill’s wife but ended up Bill wanted to have a servant on his bed. He wanted Arabella, not her.

At this moment, she had thought of switching places with Arabella just to be on Bill’s bed. She shook her head to get rid away of her thoughts. Sooner or later Bill would be hers. After the wedding, she would do everything to get Bill in bed. With her fists clenched hard, Trishia went to her room and fixed herself for the pictorial.

After, she waited for Arabella to come out. She aimed to be the most beautiful in the pictorial but that could not happen if she could not release her anger for Arabella. Seeing her coming out of Bill’s room, she wanted to kill her right away.

Trishia was about to slap Arabella to teach her a lesson but someone grabbed her arm in the air to stop her.

“Bill,” Trishia muttered as her eyes widened. Arabella was also shocked seeing her savior but her expression didn’t change. She was not pleased with him saving her.

“Don’t touch my servant.” Bill’s voice carried a dangerous warning.

“But… Mom said she’s also my servant.” Trishia refuted angrily.

“Should I cancel our pictorial today?” Bill asked Trishia with dangerous eyes.

“No!” Trishia answered almost screaming. Bill was already dressed up. He was very stunning without any effort. How could she afford to cancel their pictorial?

“Arabella is your servant. I will not touch her.” Trishia swore with a very sincere look. ‘But not after our wedding.’ At the back of her mind, Trishia also swore that she would punish Arabella severely.

Arabella just listened to their conversation. She felt disgusted with their traits. They seemed to argue and fight over a thing. She’s not a thing. She’s a person and she had feelings!

“You!” Bill looked at Arabella. Noticing Bill was talking to her, she raised her head to look at him. “Fix yourself and go with us,” Bill ordered.

Arabella didn’t answer as she strode away leaving the two. She had no other clothes so she just washed up then prepared their breakfast. She ate first then waited for them outside.

When they arrived, Arabella followed them in the car. She sat in the passenger seat. Bill and Trishia were seated in the back.

The air was filled with silence. No one was talking. Bill was busy doing something on his mini tab. Trishia was obviously keeping her anger inside. Her furious eyes were pierced to Arabella.

Arabella had no time for them. She didn’t care about their issues. She just followed like an obedient servant.

They arrived at the venue.

“Arabella, I need you to fix my makeup. I heard you are an outstanding make-up artist.” Trishia sounded sweet but she had a plan to revenge on her.

“No." Bill answered."Let your personal make-up artist do it. She’s staying with me.” Bill refuted and announced.

Arabella walked to Bill’s side. Trishia rolled her eyes and looked at Arabella with daggers. Then she strode away with her assistants.

The pictorial began.

Trishia wore mostly daring clothes while Bill was wearing his normal business suit. His normal was already outstanding to everyone. He had no effort but he was already so handsome and stunning. His angles were all perfect even without him smiling unlike Trishia, her smile was up to her ears.

Arabella saw them very sweet. As for her, they were a perfect match. They were rich, they have the same black traits, they were beautiful people. Arabella came to realize that they belong to each other. She had no ill wished for them even she suffered a lot because of them. She just wanted to live happily with Adam just like they were in country Y. As for Bill, she just wished that he would find contentment with Trishia and treat her right. Every woman deserved to be loved and she believed Trishia also needed to be loved for her to supply love to other people.

“Good job! Change outfit.” The photographer announced sufficiently.

Bill looked at Arabella signaling her to come with him. Arabella went inside his room.

“Help me change,” Bill ordered.

Arabella followed without saying anything. Bill unbuttoned his shirt. Arabella looked down as she reached his tuxedo to him. Bill wore it.

“Help me button my shirt,” Bill ordered. Arabella followed. Her eyes landed on his bare muscled chest and abs but her cold expression didn’t change. Bill noticed it. His eyes studied the delicate cold girl who was buttoning his shirt. After, she fixed his black bow tie without him asking. Bill found himself cooperating with her. She stepped aside after she fixed him.

“Perfect,” Bill uttered seeing himself in a life-size mirror.

Arabella heard him but had no reaction. She just stood and waited for him to go outside.

The pictorial finished quickly.

“Where do you want to have lunch? So, I can reserve the place.” Trishia asked Bill while hugging Bill’s arm. Arabella just followed them behind. Trishia purposely cleared her schedule for the day to be with Bill.

Bill stopped and faced Trishia.

“I can’t join you for lunch. I have something to do.” Bill refused Trishia directly in front of everyone.

Trishia was flushed in embarrassment as her assistants, Arabella, the photographer, and his assistants heard Bill’s refusal. Her sweet wide smile had become stiff.

“You.” Bill looked at Arabella. Arabella looked at him. Their eyes met.

“Get inside the car. You are joining me today.” He ordered Arabella.