Chapter 6 Not Over

• The instant Micheal slammed the door aggressively, anyone could tell that he was pissed.
• A maid who was passing by instantly scurried in another direction just to avoid the Master since the furious aura emanating from him was deadly.
• Micheal stopped by a door and he placed his hand in the doorknob and realized that it was locked. Disgust, rage, and disappointment coursing through his body. He hated her guts a lot. His supposed wife.
• “A family of fucking gold diggers, huh?” Michael scoffed, then walked along the hallway, in search of a free room. He wasn't definitely going to spend the night with her.
• It was late at night.
• Expectantly, married couples ought to be together in bed, having the greatest time of their lives, but Michael would rather have a blow job by a leech than sleep with Rita.
• That night was a mistake, a shitty mistake that'll never happen again. And each time he thought of it, he regretted it. He should have left her there and should never have succumbed to his demons.
• The drunk bitch seduced him.
• “Where's Lora?” He asked a maid who was passing by after noticing that his daughter's room was locked.
• “Master Michael, the Mistress stated Young Miss Lora's stay at her penthouse for the night.” A maid informed him, and he simply hardened his fists.
• Why in hell's name was his mother forcing things?
• “Fine. Where are the keys?” He demanded and the maid nervously gulped down emptiness but responded.
• “Th-the Mistress is currently in possession of every key in the Manor and-”
• “Bloody hell.” Michael walked out of there before she could end her statement.
• The Manor contained up to a hundred rooms, but Mrs. Romeo left only the bedroom he'd been sharing with his wife open.
• Perhaps she forgot to lock one more, and, unfortunately and quite infuriatingly, he couldn't use that one.
• “I can't stay here.” Michael ascended the staircase leading to the bedroom.
• Before he pushed back the doorknob of the room, inhaled.
• His wish to meet an empty room came true, but where had she gone to?
• His eyes narrowed at her wedding dress that was sprawled across the floor, her bags were scattered and it was obvious that it was rummaged by someone.
• Steven took out his cell phone and tried to dial Rita's number, but no matter how he tried, there was no answer. His face darkened, and an expletive burst out of his mouth: "Damn it!"
• He kept dialing until the phone finally went through. However, Michael's voice came coldly from the other end of the line, "Don't tell me you ran away, my dear wife..." But his voice was interrupted by the whimpering of the receiver.
• "Hello?" There was a hint of surprise and unease in Michael's voice.
• Suddenly, a man's voice came on the line, cold and hostile: "You bitch..."
• Michael made a call to his assistant, grabbed the car keys, and walked out of the room.
• Rita watched as Steven angrily hurled her phone at the wall, scattering the pieces. She closed her eyes in despair. Steven's behavior made her feel strange, as if he had become a completely different person.
• Steven's green eyes turned scarlet with anger, and his gaze flashed with danger. He approached Rita step by step, heavy and threatening. Rita felt a rush of panic, her heart pounding, and tried to back away, only to find herself backed into a corner.
• Steven's palm suddenly reached out and grabbed Rita's head so hard that she couldn't escape. He kissed her vigorously on the lips.
• Rita's panic surged as Steven's violent kiss pressed harder against her, his grip tightening painfully around her head. The warmth she once felt from him was gone, replaced by a forceful intensity that terrified her. Her pulse raced, her body frozen in fear as her mind scrambled for a way out.
• "Steven, stop, please!" she gasped between his rough advances, but her pleas only seemed to fuel his aggression.
• His hands dug deeper into her hair, pulling her closer as if he could control her through sheer force. His once vibrant green eyes, now a dark, angry red, stared at her with a mix of possessiveness and fury. "You don't get to leave me, Rita," he snarled, his voice low and dangerous. "You can only be mine."
• The kiss lasted shortly since Rita unhesitatingly bit him hard on his lower lips. Their lips separated and due to the pain, his grip on her loosened.
• She stumbled backward, her lips swollen, and it was painful from all the bites.
• Rita tried to run away once again, but Steven caught her, and instead of kissing her this time, he threw her on the dusty ground.
• “I…feel like …!” her sentence was halfway before she puked right there on the spot, with Steven watching suspiciously.
• Throughout his years of knowing Rita, she barely threw up, despite how crucial the illness was.
• And being overly observant, the paleness of her palms and even eyes was different.
• “Goddamn…! What's wrong with me?” Rita felt thoroughly sick and strange, with Steven watching her intently as he tried to connect the dots.
• He remained quiet and walked to her.
• He held Rita up and he placed her on his shoulders, not caring that she just threw up.
• “Ste-Steven please,” Rita begged weakly and even tried hitting him, but he didn't bulge and ignored all her pleas.
• “You're mine, Riri. Do I need to spell it out for you?” A sadistic grin lingered on his lips as he carefully placed an already weak Rita into the back seat, he secured her under the seat belt and walked to the front seat.
• He started the car and just when he was about to drive, he heard a loud pop, the one made whenever a tire got pierced by a nail.
• “What the fuck…?” Steven uttered in confusion, running his hands through his hair.
• Within a minute, the car was lowered and why?
• “Who the fuck is piercing my damned tires!” Steven yelled, slamming his fists angrily on the steering wheel.
• Rita was also a bit shocked, she was very weak, but was still aware of her surroundings.
• Who could be responsible for this? Has someone come to… save her?
• Her eyes darted around the deserted street and, turning her head to the window, she saw the most magnificent pair of blue eyes ever to exist.
• It belonged to…her husband!
• “Where the fuck are you going, wife?” Michael questioned slowly in his usual cold voice, and for a second, her heart wasn't filled with hate for him, it was filled with relief.
• “So, you're the bastard that's trying to take away Riri from me, huh?” An enraged Steven growled and stepped out of the car. He was about to throw a punch at Micheal when a bullet went straight into his left foot.
• “Fuck!” Steven cried out in pain, while Michael gaped blankly at him, he was holding a gun.
• Still crying in pain, the sounds of police sirens were heard, and Steven's heart skipped a beat. He had called the cops on him?
• He tried to run, and standing there, coolly, Michael shot him again — this time in his left thigh.
• Steven crashed to the ground in hellish pain when the footsteps of numerous policemen were heard.
• “Mr. Steven, you're under arrest for the attempted abduction of Mrs. Romeo.”
• “You..you..she's mine. I did not abduct anybody. Riri is mine to begin with!!” He yelled, struggling with the police.
• "She used to be yours — now she's my wife," Michael said in a flat voice, ignoring Steven's shouting.
• Not far away, Steven was being forced into a police car, struggling angrily and shouting in protest, "This isn't over — I swear it!"
• Michael stepped forward, gently opened the car door, and retrieved his shockingly unconscious wife.
• The bright rays of sunshine seeped into the room, hitting Rita's hair. Her eyes fluttered open as she let out a weak groan. She opened her eyes slowly only to realize that she was in her bedroom.
• Her wrists were no longer bonded with handcuffs, and she remembered everything that happened. Her heart raced at everything that Steven did.
• Who knew that he was dangerous and violent?
• If not for her husband who she hated, heaven knows what her fate would have been.
• “Should I thank him?” she muttered in confusion, sitting up from the bed.
• “Ha!” She flinched at the sight of Micheal standing not too far from the bed. He was not alone. He was with a doctor.
• In a white long-sleeved shirt, he genuinely was mesmerizing. “You can go.” His deep voice filled the room. The doctor bowed slightly and made his way out.
• The moment the doctor left, Michael's calm expression turned into that of rage. Not just any type, he looked extremely angry.
• Assumingly he was pissed at her for causing him so much trouble yesterday, Rita decided to apologize.
• “Look, Mr. Michael, I'm sorry for-”
• “Are you fucking with me, Mrs. Michael? You're pregnant!?”