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

Chapter 166: The Invitation

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.

Startled, Winston quickly loosened his grip and put her down. “What did you say?” He asked afraid of

mishearing it.

“I conceived your child,” Trishia said coughing. “Now, do you still want to kill me?” She added gathering

back her breath and strength.

“Trishia, if you are scheming me. I swore to kill you!” Winston shouted.

“You don’t believe me? Use that little brain of yours!” She shouted angrily. “How many times do we

have s*x without protection? How many times did we do it when we were both drunk? How many times

did we do it in a day? In a week or a month? How many years were doing it? Have you thought about

that?” Trishia pushed him angrily. Winston totally released her and sat on the bed absent-mindedly.

Seeing the man sobered, Trishia smirked satisfyingly.

“Okay! I’m not gonna make that brain of yours suffer.” Trishia said and got something in her bag.

“Here!” She then reached a paper to him.

Without getting it, Winston could clearly read what’s written on the paper. He got it and his eyes

widened. It’s Trishia’s pregnancy report testified by an obstetrician.

“Is my baby really in your belly?” Winston suddenly smiled. His rough expression softened instantly.

Trishia didn’t reply and sat beside him. “You see, I’m gonna be the mother of your child, do you still

want to kill me?” Trishia asked getting an obvious assurance from him.

“How could I do that?” Winston replied touching gently her belly. He then leaned over to hear his baby’s

movement.

“What about… your sister?” Trishia asked. She could not afford to lose Winston now that his dad

abandoned her. She still had to get her revenge and Winston would play an important role in it.

“Look Trishia, I already knew a long time ago but killing you directly wasn’t fair. There’s no fun. I want

some action! I want something intense! I was just waiting for the right time to revenge on you. Do you

like it, baby?” With full of pride and sarcasm in his voice, Winston replied.

Trishia looked at him angrily. She rushed in there to avenge the shame she garnished at her own

wedding but she had to quickly change her plan. She didn’t expect Winston had already known the

truth.

Earlier, she called him and told him about her plan for Arabella’s escape. She gave him an invitation

and his men to give free access to the venue. The plan was to help Arabella and Adam to escape from

Kelly and Bill’s watch but Trishia’s order was to eliminate the mother and the son after they escaped.

For so many nights she cried in her room knowing that Arabella was sleeping in Bill’s room. Arabella’s

moans that night before their wedding was like a sharp-pointed long nail screwing in her head

repetitively the whole night. On the other hand, Adam was an additional nuisance. How could she

mother a child that isn’t hers? It was not in her dream that she would be a mother of someone’s child

and it was the child of her mortal enemy.

“How could you? After allowing you to use my body, this is what I got from you?” Trishia asked

annoyingly. She was tricked by Winston. He used the invitation to set her up. If she only knew, she

would have not given him an invitation to ruin her in front of her guests.

“Baby. That’s what you called perks. I love your body so much and I am addicted to it.” Winston

suddenly pushed her to lay down on the bed. Then he quickly pinned her under him.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Winston! Are you out of your mind? What about your baby?” Trishia struggled under him. For all the

bad things that happened to her in just one day, she had no appetite in bed.

“Our baby would surely like his parents to be intimate like this,” Winston answered and tore her

wedding dress. “Your wedding is over.” He added with glowed eyes seeing the woman under him only

wearing her undies.

“Winston, stop this now!” She wanted to get out of the room immediately but Winston was strong

enough to hold her position under him.

“Why? Do you still want to deliver yourself to Bill? Do you want him to f*ck you instead of me?” Winston

clasped her neck again. He was annoyed with Trishia’s unusual traits on the bed. She used to be so

wild and always the one who initiated everything.

“No. I’m not just in the mood right now.” She explained trying to take off his hand but Winston’s grip

tightened. He wanted to hear something that would pacify him. “Okay!... Just do it quickly.” She agreed

and ordered. Winston smiled and took away his hand. He took off his shirt and pants quickly and also

her undies. Trishia calmed herself down and tried to enjoy the moment rather than thinking of what was

already ruined. It was not in her vocabulary to give up that easily especially with Bill. Sooner, she would

get Bill and she would not stop until she becomes Mrs. Sky. Trishia closed her eyes enjoying the

pleasure from Winston as he savored her wet ravenously. His tongue wildly moving around her wet and

sucking it.

“Ah!” She couldn’t help but moan.

“Tell me that I’m the best.” Winston proudly ordered.

“You’re the best!” Feeling the intense pleasure, he was giving, she answered without any hesitation.

“Ah!” After, she moaned again. He sucked and licked her wet while his two hands were cupping her

healthy breasts. Trishia couldn’t help to hold tightly on the bedsheet and to his hair.

“Tell me, I’m good than that Bill Sky,” Winston ordered again. This time, Trishia didn’t answer. Instead,

she pulled him up, “F*ck me hard!” She said seductively. Winston smirked. “I thought you want me to

do it fast.” He said frowning.

“I changed my mind,” Trishia whispered bushing her lips on his ear. “Let’s do this until morning. I’m all

yours. Let’s not stop until we are both satisfied.” She added with seduction.

For Trishia, she had nowhere to go. She didn’t want to go back to her family’s mansion. She didn’t want

to stay in the hotel alone. So why not stay with Winston? The person who’s willing to give her pleasure

for the whole day, night, and morning? That was a good choice besides, she had to get Winston on her

side, or else she had no one to use on her revenge. For now, she only had Winston but she promised

after she would get Bill, she would also eliminate him. What he did to her today was unforgivable. That

video ruined everything. Her image and career were ruined. Kelly was not on her side anymore. Bill

would surely ban her in his house and office. Feeling intense hopelessness and heartache, she all

released it by wildly interacting with Winston in the bed.

After so many rounds, Trishia and Winston rolled on the bed panting.

“You are still lucky,” Winston said beneath his breath.

Trishia flipped her head to the side to face him. “What do you mean?” She asked frowning.

Winston's smile widened.

“I got Adam.” He then announced.