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

Chapter 285: The Enchantress' Spell

“Dad, I’m here.” Trishia came after Sen. Meyer summoned her.

“Aren’t you ashamed calling me dad? Look Trishia, I realized that you can’t be my daughter. You are

too useless to be one. Well, it’s my fault that I adopt you but then, you see even if I dressed you up with This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

money and elegance, you still look so dumb to me. I just wasted my time and money on you.” Sen.

Meyer sounded straightforward.

“Enough dad! Enough!” A great pain directly penetrated her heart as she covered her ears afraid of

hearing more of his cruel words.

He never loved her as his real daughter.

He just used her for his political career.

“Stop calling me dad!” With his wooden cane, Sen. Meyer stomped it loudly on the ground. “Just go

back to being a slave of your illusions and hallucinations.”

“But dad, I can give you Bill Sky. I’m still just working on it.” After the scandal she had been through

Trishia was already out of the limelight.

She had no income and her mother was the only one who was sustaining her from the money of Sen.

Meyer.

“No need… No need Trishia. Arabella Jones would give all Bill’s money to me. Aside… I don’t need you

anymore!" He sounded merciless.

"Then, why are you asking me to be here now?" With a heavy heart, Trishia controlled her tears from

falling.

"Ah! I want to tell you that you have to empty your room. Take all your belongings

because....because..." Sen. Meyer's expression was weighing something.

"What is it?" Along with her hatred towards him was her curiosity.

"Nothing... you will all know when the time is right." Sen. Meyer answered. "Just do what I say. Leave

the house Trishia. You are no longer needed in this house and you no longer belong here." Sen. Meyer

demanded cruelly.

Trishia looked at Sen. Meyer angrily. “Huh! That Arabella Jones is nothing compared to me! You will

see! One day, I will prove to you that you are wrong of choosing her over me! One day, there will be the

grandest wedding held in this city and that will be my marriage to Bill Sky.” Trishia roared. “And you!”

She pointed at the man who was sitting on his working chair. “Your name will not be included in the list

or even mentioned at that wedding!”

“Ha!Ha!Ha!” Sen. Meyer laughed out loud. “When is that one-day Trishia? Keep on dreaming!” From

Sen. Meyer’s tone, he had no fun with her anymore.

He could only see her as a useless adopted child.

Sen. Meyer quickly stood up and strode away leaving Trishia.

She was very disheartened by his words.

She never got used to his insults.

Trishia clenched her fists and gritted her teeth.

“That one day will come so soon!” Along with her tears, Trishia swore and clenched her fists tightly.

Meanwhile, In City H,

“I want to go home now! I want to see Arabella.” A man’s hands and legs were tied on his bed.

“William, come down.” A woman was pacifying her. “We will come back once you are okay. I promise

you that.” William Zimmer was the man who was struggling to get up.

“No! No! I want her now! I miss her a lot! I want to hug her! Let me go! What are you doing to me?”

William blurted out crying like he was in deep grief.

“William… Calm down. I am here for you. I will heal you. I will not leave you. Okay?” The woman held

his chest and patiently pacified him.

“What if… what if my Anna would leave me? Arabella is Anna, right? Do you believe me? Say that you

believe me!” William was back in his obsession.

He badly needed treatment again.

His outburst was uncontrollable and he tend to hurt himself.

His emotions triggered his brain.

Whenever he's angry, he hurt people.

Whenever he’s sad, he hurt himself.

Due to his obsession with Arabella and his long-time girlfriend before, he had a whirlwind of emotions.

With the help of his grandma who happened to be a doctor, he was cured for a while but if he was

triggered again, his mental illness always came across the line.

“No. William that would not happen. I promised that would not happen. Okay? I will not let it happen.”

The woman stroked his hair gently repeatedly. “Now, take a rest. If you are okay by tomorrow, I promise

you that we will go back to Capital Z and see Arabella Jones.” The woman made him calm.

With her promises, William slowly closed his eyes. His breathing was back to normal again.

The woman heaved a very deep sigh as her eyes fixated on William.

‘I am here for you William. I didn’t leave.’ The woman muttered in the air.

The next morning, Eric was on his bed stretching his body.

It was already late but he had no plan to work.

His head was so heavy because of last night.

He had a hangover.

“That girl!” He was cursing the woman in the air with a half mask.

Then his memories traveled last night.

“Sir, the woman would perform in NYC bar tonight.” He recalled his investigator reported it to him.

“Do you already have a name?” Eric asked.

“As of now sir, no one knows the Enchantress and no one had seen her face too.” His investigator

replied.

“How about the owner of the club?” Eric could not help but praise the girl’s capability to hide. He had

his investigator for too long and he was the best in his field but this girl could not give him any

information.

“The owner didn’t know too. He hired her because of her outstanding performance. Aside from that Mr.

Grant, her titled Enchantress was popular to all clubs in this city.” Eric agreed with his investigator.

The girl was really good at performing on the stage.

Even though she was wearing a mask, her overall appearance was sexy and beautiful.

Her moves were swift and graceful.

She was good at seducing men.

Eric found those reasons to believe that this girl was really popular in all clubs.

“Okay. Keep me updated.” Eric dropped the call after.

He looked at the time of his watch then he smirked.

He was going to see the woman who slapped him and handcuffed him.

Then he felt his cheek and the girl with many names flashed across his mind.

Two women slapped him.

Those women were hookers and now he was finding them.

He could not believe he was slapped by two women and no one of them was already condemned.

Eric drove his car furiously.

He arrived at NYC Club and he got the most expensive room.

The room was huge and complete with everything.

A billiard table, a minibar with so many different brands of liquors.

6 Sexy girls wearing their short skirts and bras to serve him.

When the girls saw Eric, they were all excited.

Giggles were heard inside the room.

Their customer was so handsome, tall, and sexy.

With his delicate index finger, Eric signed one girl to come to him.

“Hi sir, how may I help you, sir?” The said cutely blushing.

“Is this the best room here that had a good view of the stage?” Eric asked seriously.

“Yes sir. This is the best room here. You will surely enjoy the performance on stage tonight.” The girl

answered giggling.

“Hmmm…” Eric nodded and sat on the couch. “Okay, here.” Then he got dollars in his pocket and

handed them to the girl.

“What is this for sir?” Puzzled, the servant asked.

Eric crossed his legs and started to pour the whiskey into his glass. “You can all go now.” He answered

then he gulped the whiskey in his glass in one go.

Hearing him, the six girls turned around with great disappointment on their faces.

Earlier, they thought that their customer was a rich old man as their manager said.

Well, they were used to it but seeing Eric, they were really excited for the first time they met a rich

young handsome prince in their bar but too bad, he just wanted to be alone in his private room.

After a while, different performers started dancing and singing on the stage.

Eric was not interested in them.

He just kept on drinking then he got his phone.

“Give me the number of the owner of this bar.” Eric sounded on the phone.

“Right away, sir.” His investigator replied.

After the call, his cellphone chimed.

Then, Eric made another call again.

“10 million for the Enchantress,” Eric called the owner.

“Wow, that’s a lot of money. What do you want me to do boss?” From the way the owner sounded, Eric

already knew that he could make a good deal.

The owner loved money so much.

“After her show, tonight, close the bar. I don’t want anyone inside except me and that girl. Clear?” Eric

demanded in exchange for his millions.

“Oh! I can do that but how can I be sure I can get the money?” The owner was clever.

“That’s not a problem. Just do what I say.” Eric answered coldly.

“Wait. But what are you going with the Enchantress? Are you going to rape her?” The owner was so

curious about the mystery caller but when it comes to money, he didn’t care. That’s how he does

business.

“It’s none of your business.” Eric dropped the call.

Eric was well aware that he could not mess up his name in this club.

When he called, he purposely didn’t mention his name but instead the amount he was willing to splurge

just to get the Enchantress.

As expected, the owner ate the bait.

After the call, Eric smirked then he folded his arms up his chest.

The moment had come, and the MC announced the arrival of the Enchantress on the stage.

The uproar of the crowd suddenly hailed in the room.

She was like a goddess of seduction being worshiped by men.

Eric looked at the stage with his target performing sexy dances.

His eyes were entertained by how gracefully moved her hips while she was just wearing a strapless

white fur bra paired with a white fur panty with white knee-high boots.

Her glassy white skin illuminated with the light shimmering like she was an expensive dancing human

glass.

Absentmindedly, Eric put his index finger on his lower lip.

The Enchantress’ spell seemed to hit him so hard.

If not for this girl, he would never step into this kind of club.

He was a good businessman and received many invites from his business partners but he never

attended such a night out with the boys.

He preferred to drink casually on some occasions but not in nightclubs.

He never thought, he would go to a nightclub just to settle a score with a girl who they called the

Enchantress.

When she finished dancing on the stage, Eric felt a little disappointed.

He wanted to see her dance more on the stage.

Then when she was back to his senses, he shook his head.

“Pervert!” He muttered in the air smiling to himself.

This girl made him a little crazy and awkward.

Then he clenched his fists.

Whatever it is, he would get his revenge on this girl.

The plan was just to give her a creep.

“Transfer 5 million to this account.” He texted his secretary.

After a while, the club’s light turned off.

The club was empty.

He smirked again thinking about how money works.

Then, he strode out of his room and walked with the little light in the hallway.

He went directly to the dressing room located backstage.

The place was already dark with a minimal light on as per his request.

The manager of the club arranged everything for him.

He also advised him that the Enchantress was inside her private dressing room.

Eric knocked.

“Wait a minute.” She sounded inside.

From her tone, Eric could tell that she still didn’t know what was happening outside.

He shook his head while he was smirking charmingly but his eyes were looking forward to bullying her.

He knocked again.

“Who is that? Please wait.” She sounded curious about the urgency of the knock.

He knocked again.

This time, the doorknob twisted then the door opened.

Eric smiled at her wickedly.

The Enchantress was shocked. Her eyes wandered around the dark place with a questioning fearful

look.

“Hi!” He strode forward inside the room.

“It’s you! You again?” She roared in shock.

"Yeah!" Eric smirked cutely and nodded. "The guy you slapped and handcuffed with the couch." His

smirk widened.

"You deserved it!" She answered roughly. "Excuse me! I'm going home!" With her bad, she walked

passed him.

"You want a ride? I can bring you home if you like." Eric was obviously provoking her.

"In your dream Mr.!" She said annoyingly then walked to the stage. It was the fastest way to reach the

exit but Eric followed her.

"You can't go home. This bar is locked from the outside." Eric calmly said sitting on the performing chair

in the middle of the stage.

The girl didn't listen.

She hurriedly went to the doors, trying to unlock the three doors but it didn't work.

Then she went up to the stage where Eric was sitting calmly waiting for her,

"Who are you? What do you want from me?" The girl asked with a fearful yet stubborn look.

"You don't need to know me. I am here, to settle the score between us." Eric crossed his legs like he

was already enjoying the show.

"Open the damn door! I want to go home now!" The Enchantress began to go hysterical as she

shouted at him. "What do you want me to do so I can compensate for slapping you and handcuffing

you?" She asked impatiently.

Eric just sat calmly unaffected by her nagging as he folded his arms on his chest.

"I will not make it hard for you. The compensation is very simple. Do this and you can go freely and I

hope I will never see you again." Eric was obviously putting suspense into his words just to provoke

her.

"Damn it! What is it?" She could not wait.

"Take off your mask."