Billionaire's Exhibit Wife

Chapter 4- Repaid Debts

“Get her off the stage” Zane’s mother, Carol, aimlessly commanded. Her inate desire to get rid of a nobody, who had somehow wooed her son was eminent.

She had acted without a single thought, especially not to the million dollar dress she just ruined.

Humiliation would bring Elora to her feet, she thought with a smile as she’d committed the deed without an ounce of hesitation.nor remorse in the aftermath.

She would want to escape, go into hiding as far away from this extravagant lifestyle as this event and it’s occurings would be made public... And so would her meltdown.

More debts...

“I’ll fix this-“ Elora muttered, her voice quavering from the fact that she knew just how far fetched from the truth her words were “I’ll pay you back every-“ she inhaled shakily “Every penny”

Her ship had finally sunk and was near approaching the bottom of the sea. She’d drowned to her death and if her body had been discovered and if buried beneath the earth, rolling in her grave.

“It’s fine” Zane reassured, “Dispose of it, I’ll get you another “ unbeknownst to him, that every coin grasped into Elora’s possession was worth a dime.

And this dress was in hers... She worn it herself, and had hoped to steer clear of trouble. Even though she expected the worse, reality was far more disturbing.

The voices, both Zane’s and his mother’s, the cackling uproar from a crowd she barely knew flashing out the latest phones, gradually faded to nothing but her pounding heart.

“How is any of this fine?” She finally spoke up, half irritated with Zane's arrogance “Dispose of it? I’ll get you another!??” Repeating his words, hoping for some sort of understanding, perhaps an insight into his world.

“I don’t think I can do this... I can’t marry you Mr Zane” Elora muttered, gliding her way down the stairs, even bumping into several few as she made her way out of there.

Before a word could be uttered by the unfazed Zane who’d never once been rejected by a female, his eyes kept busy with her fleeing act and pride, just as his mother's, got the best of him.

Certainly he wouldn’t chase after someone. They did the chasing... Not the other way around.

He can easily get any woman he desires.

And he, without a doubt in mind, had no desire for some broke damsel who’d go back on an agreement simply because of a spill on a worthless dress.

Then again... He had to make her his wife, and to do that, he had to feign affection for her. Then would he discard her just as he plans to with the dress.

He had to chase after someone.

The building in which the event took place was a complex, with glass for walls she suddenly had a great desire to break through one and fall to her demise.

And though Elora had not fully processed the damage as she feared taking a look at the outcome, she knew she would inevitably have to.

There the blue blot seeped slowly into the dress. She had to wash it away before it completely dried, she thought, desperate for a solution.

Elora needily searched for a faucet, and when she had found none in the nick of time, she resorted to using her saliva.

What was she even thinking agreeing to live with a total stranger?, Elora pondered as she helplessly scrubbed the stain with the palm of her hands. Simultaneously amassing the next batch of spit...

It got worse. The blue now smeared to an even greater area but she’d rather be in denial than-

“The wedding is next week Miss Jensen” the sudden declaration startled her.

Elora froze, immediately realising who it is. She feared that Zane might have kept his cool with all eyes on them, and now that they were all alone...

Would he still remain calm and collective?... or would he yell into her face, give her a beat down till she's mostly black and blue on areas which could easily be hidden

Just like her father.

“Your dress-“ Elora sobbed softly, she couldn’t manage to look him in the eye. The fear of f*****g up,, she'd build up quite a trauma over the years... hence why she ran away from home.

And though home is still where it is, she'd rather be penniless' and on the streets than with a man twice her size, an alcoholic and drunk who'd abuse her into doing things she wasn't proud of.

“I” Zane had no idea how showing affection worked, “It’s just a dress” he muttered, hoping that would be enough to bring her back from her unexplained breakdown.*

“A dress that could not be replicated by the designer herself and I’ve ruined it” Saying it out loud made Elora feel worse than she already did.

Her tears simply gushing down like a stream, ready and deserving for whatever harsh treatments Zane had to offer.

Zane casually strode to her stead, he could somewhat sense the fear, something he’d never experienced as he always had more than enough to solve his problems.

“You’re okay, that’s all that matters” He wished he could somehow reassure her in some way other than words.

But if she’d back down on their agreement... he could temporarily do likewise, he notioned.

Zane hesitantly stretched his arm out, holding onto her nape-

She needed comfort as of this moment but the only comfort he knew of was in bed... At a steadily increasing pace.

His other hand gripped at her back, uncertain of what came next. Does he pull her in? Does he say more comforting words?

Elora abruptly buried her face in his chest, her eyes welling up upon the radiating warmth from his side.

“ I can’t ever get anything done correctly” she felt like a failure in life. The simplest chores she would commit and somehow end up with undesirable results.

No friends, no job, no home, no life... Nothing she could proudly call her own. Maybe that’s why she agreed to this matrimony, maybe she wanted something of hers even though it was just real on the surface.

"No one wants me here" she muttered the simple truth, at least to her it was. Considering she didn't want herself either. Definitely not the crowd who took her for a nobody would.

“I liked having you around tonight.” Zane divulged after a minute of awkward silence.

This wasn't a feign of his affection but the honest truth.

Of everything Zane had done, she was the only decision he didn’t take hypocritically. The rest was based on people’s say.

Her sobs died down over time, “Take me home” she muttered quietly.

“It’s late, stay with me for the night“ Zane replied.

She honestly had no intention of going through the landlord’s bickering once she stepped foot into the building.

But at the same time, sleeping in a stranger’s house is an ideal situation to get mishandled.

“That was not a question“ Zane said after a moment of watching her contemplate.

He then carefully removed his suit and sheathed her with it. His pungent perfume cloaked her before she could realise, and Zane taking off without a word from her.

Elora scurried to his side, the dread of having to walk through the mocking crowd once more made her seem like a magnet now.

Clutching ever so harder onto him once she began to hear the growing whispers. And though she faced downwards, she could equally see the fancy heels and covered shoed make way for him.

Except he wasn’t making his way to the doors... And Elora sheepishly followed, unaware of what he had in stored.

Zane’s sudden halt made her weary, they were still in the hall where his mother denounced their union, splashed wine and degraded her being.

“We will be taking our leave now“ He said to the one person who’d not retaliated to his decision all this while, before guiding her back to the car where she passed out not long after the ride.

Zane drove slowly, the occasional snorts escaping from her nose once he hit a bump on the tarred roads.

He quietly watched her every now and then from his peripheral.

She had been through enough tonight, he thought as he brought his fingers to the corner of her face. Not touching it, ofcourse... Else he might wake her up.

He then alighted and opened her side of the door.

Her bright red cherry lips were slightly opened, unladylike of her, he noted, yet he found it difficult to deviate his gaze from the sight.

Zane swallowed, he felt his heart racing with crave as his eyes ran across her half exposed middle.

He wanted to f**k her... Since the very first day. He still wants to have her screaming his name at the top of her lungs

But why hadn’t he done so yet?, he silently pondered as he leaned in, slowly reaching for her... He could do so now.

There's nothing stopping him.

His left hand slid underneath her thighs, the cold feel of her soft skin against his palms did no help in calming his urges but simply agitating them.

The right hand dug in between her back and the car’s seat, grasping her arm as he now planted his feet and lifted her out of the car.

Quite a heavy sleeper, he thought as she had not awoken or made a sound from all that hassle. Or perhaps just passed out from all that drinking.

Zane steadily walked her to her room and neatly laid her on the bed, Elora tossed for the first time, turning her face to the other side accompanied by an incoherent mumble.

He unhooked her heels and set them aside before then unveiling the covers, taking two corners into his paws as he brought it over her shoulders.

For someone who never showed affection, he was surprisingly good at it.

He was just repaying his debts, Zane told himself... The night they met, she’d hauled him out of the bar all by herself and took him to bed.

He'd simply done likewise.

If things would’ve turned out differently, with her offering her services, then would he have repaid said debts in the same manner.