Chapter 3 His Runaway Pregnant Wife

• “Next time you think about stealing from me, remember, I am the God here. I will put my hand down your throat and pull your tongue out, make a noose around your neck, and watch you die,” Carlos hissed into the air at the barely conscious man he had beaten up.
• Carlos straightened his posture, giving his coat a good shake. He had been restless ever since he found out Veronica was pregnant.
• It was something he never expected to happen. He thought that when the time came, he would ask her to abort the baby without caring about it. So why was he unable to get the thought of her aborting his baby out of his mind?
• “Throw him in the dungeon and keep an eye on his house. Put it under surveillance and inform me when you see someone visit his home,” Carlos spoke coldly, delivering the words quickly so he could speed back home.
• Before this day, he never wanted to return home. Part of the reason was the innocence in Veronica’s eyes. Sometimes, he would stare into them and see his own reflection in her green eyes.
• He hated the way he looked in her eyes.
• “Home!” he said to his driver as he got into the car. He kept holding the gun in his hands, cleaning it with a handkerchief. He remembered how scared Veronica was when she first saw him use that gun.
• Tonight, it had blood on it from hitting the captive with it repeatedly. He shouldn’t care what Veronica thinks, but somehow, he was wiping it clean so she wouldn’t see the blood.
• Once home, he got out of the car and headed straight to his bedroom, knowing he would find her sitting on the bed, in tears.
• “She will pick me,” he rolled his eyes, certain she wouldn’t dare pick anyone else over him.
• “So, what have you decided?” Even though he was sure she would pick him, he asked as he stepped into the room, only to raise his head and find the bed empty. His eyes searched for her in the empty room before he strolled over to the bathroom and was shocked to find it empty as well.
• He slowly walked out of the bedroom to the kitchen, looking inside for Veronica.
• “Sir,” one of the maids was shocked to see him standing in the kitchen. There were always a number of servers in the manor, so he was certain Veronica must have been around with someone.
• “I’m looking for Veronica,” he spoke to the maid. The others kept their eyes down, trembling.
• Even though he was a handsome man, with a chiseled jawline and high cheekbones, icy gray eyes, and black hair that looked like dark clouds, with muscles and abs, he was still a monster, and everyone was afraid of staring at him for too long.
• “Sir, she left for the hospital at your orders a few hours ago,” the maid recalled what Veronica had told everyone.
• “What? I never asked her to go anywhere!” Panic surged through him, anger bubbling in his veins.
• “Where’s the driver?” he yelled, rushing out of the kitchen to give that stupid man a call.
• “She went inside and hasn’t come out for hours, and you didn’t think anything was wrong?” he shouted on his phone, going through the closets and clearly seeing signs of missing things and then he found their wedding ring.
• “She freaking ran away!” he screamed loudly, throwing a vase against the wall. Over the next few hours, he ordered a lockdown for every corner of the land.
• He gave strict instructions to find Veronica and bring her to him. He was angry. The shock was that she chose the unborn child over him. But why did she leave? He never thought she would outright reject him and leave him.
• It was not fair. She should have been punished some more. After his father died while being in the car with Veronica's mother, Carlos’ mother lost herself.
• She remained with him for a while before she silently left one night with nothing but a letter for him. Ever since then, Carlos had promised to make Veronica suffer.
• He was going crazy when he was getting no leads. He stood on the road, gathering information from everywhere.
• His eyes moved to a pregnant woman walking with heavy grocery bags. She was stumbling and looked so weak. Then a group of men catcalled her, even teasing her to the point that they snatched her bags out of her hands.
• “Stop this,” the woman cried.
• Carlos quickly reached over and punched the men to the ground, giving her bags back to her.
• He told his men to take the woman home safely, and that’s when he remembered his own pregnant wife.
• “Veronica,” he said her name with a heavy sigh. She was beautiful, even pregnant. What if someone touched her? What if a group of men tried to bully her, assault her?
• That thought filled him with rage.
• “No! No one will touch Veronica. I will find her, even if I have to go above and beyond,” he clenched his fists.