THE BILLIONAIRE CRIPPLED WIFE

chapter 29&30

🌹THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRIPPLED 🌹

🥀WIFE🥀

{Love In Contract…}

Chapter 29💎30

🥀MARRIED TO THE DEVIL🥀

“Do not force me! I really want out of this cursed relationship! Let's just breakup Dex!!”. Ophelia screamed as she began walking out of the apartment.

But Richard, who wasn't having it, went straight to lock the door before she could go out, then he threw the key out the window and Ophelia went and began banging the door.

They were both dressed in the same black matching hoodie and trousers.

“Is anyone out there?! I need help please—

Ophelia wasn't done speaking when Richard grabbed her wrist and made her turn to him, then he slammed her back to the wall and his eyes locked with her fiery eyes.

She panted heavily before him as she tore him with glares, while he only stared lustfully at her and then slowly he leaned closer and claimed her lips in the possessive way ever, as his tongue literally forced her mouth open, while he held her face tight with his fingers and pulled her more closer.

Ophelia for some minute let him kiss her, as she almost gave in and kissed him back, but her reality soon struck her that the guy before her isn't the same one she thought she knew, and so she used all the power in her to struggle with him.

She tried pushing him off her but he was too strong, and so she resulted to biting his lips instead, but it only made Richard deepen the kiss in which he swallowed her whole lips and romanticized her tongue, thereby rendering her breathless as began gasping for breath amidst the kiss, and slowly tears began falling down her eyes, but the devil before her doesn't seem to notice.

He then took one hand to her waist where he pulled her even more closer into him, ignoring her groans and struggles.

Not till she finally got a chance to kick his middle and he pulled away from her with a deep grunt, while she fell weakly to the ground, as she panted heavily.

“What part of breakup don't you understand. I don't want this anymore!! Please!!”. Ophelia screamed at the top of her voice in tears, her lips were swollen and a little burstead from the fierce kiss.

And Richard moved closer and bent before her on the floor, his lips were also bursted and slightly bleeding because of how she had bitten him earlier.

Then he brought his fingers to caress her face as he wiped off her tears.

“Up until now I've only made you laugh or smile. What's with the tears, Helia?”. Richard muttered as he brought his face closer to snuggle in hers and Ophelia only cried more.

“You've changed Dex”. She cried and Richard nodded, hugging her tightly as he buried his face in her neck, while placing lingering kisses on it.

“I know. But my feelings for you remain unchanged. And right now, I need you more than anything…you should know how much my life would be worthless without you in it. Let's just stay together forever, in each other's arms, like unbreakable lovers, my vanilla”. Richard muttered, trailing more kisses on Ophelia's neck but Ophelia held his shoulders as she made him face her and their eyes locked.

“Little space. I need just a little space away from all these please. Dex please do that for me…

Ophelia wasn't done speaking when Richard leaned closer to kiss her, soft this time but short.

“That's not going to happen Helia. You don't need space when with me. I should be your time and space all together, no need for you to drift away from me”. Richard muttered as he made to kiss her again but Ophelia tilted her face to the side and Richard frowned at her, as he got up and ran his hands through his hair.

Ophelia also got up, her full gaze on the locked door, when she turned to him.

“But I can't take it anymore. Just please Dex. Please open the door and let me go…Ahh!

Ophelia screamed loudly and had removed the huge TV from the wall and smashed it right In front of her, then he stormed towards her and grabbed her wrist tight, frightening her.

“You want to break up so badly? Why?! Answer me!?! Why the f**k are you so hell bent on breaking up?!!”. Richard shouted angrily and Ophelia began struggling in his grip.

“Dex…Dex let go, you're hurting me!!”. She winced painfully as she tried removing his grip from her now swollen wrist.

Richard noticed that instantly let go of her and she almost fell to the ground right on top of the damaged Tv, but Richard was quick to catch her by the waist and pull her back up.

Her face met with his chest in the process, but instead of pulling away from him, she only rested more on his chest, as she cried deeply, and Richard forced himself to calm as he wrapped his arms gently around her.

“You don't have to do this. You'll end up hurting us both”. He muttered in a more relaxed tone.

“You have an uncontrollable dark side within you”. Ophelia mumbled.

“A dark side that only you was able to tame. Just stop acting stubborn Helia. You can't leave, you can't escape. No matter how far you try to run from me, we'll still end up back together. Because you love me, and I'm crazy for you too”. Richard mumbled as he broke the hug to cup her face into his palms, while their eyes gazed deep into each other's.

“You can't escape Helia. You're mine. No matter what, you'll always be mine”. Richard muttered in a hush tone this time, before slamming his lips on hers once again.

HOSPITAL>

Ophelia sat on her wheelchair crying bitterly as she remembered Richard's words.

She sat facing the window in her room, her eyes were completely red and her face pale.

“It's almost midnight. Aren't you going home yet?”. Richard asked as he walked in shutting the door behind him and Ophelia's fists balled, as she heard him walk closer to her.

The moment he got to her, he sighed seeing her in tears as he sat on a chair next to her and quietly began staring at her.

Then she threw him a glare and he blinked as he sat upright.

“What? You're going to blame me because the theater blew up? Did I cause the fire?”. Richard asked as he stared closely at Ophelia whose glare on him only worsened.

“Blew up? Just like that? Right before anything could happen, a fire had to start in the theater of all places in this whole hospital Richard! You went so far just to make me remain crippled! You could have just said no if you knew you wouldn't be able to keep your own end of the deal!!”. Ophelia shouted hurtfully and Richard sighed, getting up to bend before her.

“But you look cute this way, don't you know? Why do you need your legs, when I could just carry you?”. Richard asked and Ophelia couldn't believe her ears.

“So you really did blow up the theater?”. She asked in a tiny whisper and Richard's bright brown gaze went to her legs.

“They say…if you buy shoes for your woman, she'd run away. Do you get the logic?”. He asked looking up at her and Ophelia's eyes became more teary and Richard brought his thumb to help her wipe off the tears but she pushed his hand away.

“You don't expect me to foolishly help you walk do you?! You think I don't know how tricky you are? Especially now that my grandfather seems to be backing you up with a part of his shares. You will grow wings the moment you get to walk again Helia, annoying wings. If buying shoes for a lady can make her run away, how much more getting her to make use of her legs once more. You might disappear from my sight forever. I'd be stupid if I ever gave you that chance”. Richard muttered deeply to Ophelia who just couldn't help but cry more.

“I'll keep blaming myself for ever knowing you. I blame myself for approaching and talking to you first. It's my fault for not knowing what kind of devil you are from the onset. I hate you so much”. Ophelia uttered as she wept bitterly and Richard just watched her lash out in tears, his full focus was on her tears and before he knew it, his eyes were becoming teary also.

“There used to be a time when I hated to see you in tears. Now I'm the reason for your tears. I used to be the reason for your laughs and smiles but now…I'm giving you the opposite. It's still a win for me you know…at least since I can't make you laugh anymore, I should be able to make you cry and wallow in pain. Helia…that way, we both get to have bleeding hearts, not only me or you, but we both get to suffer and cry together”. Richard muttered as he brought out a dark shade from his pocket and then he stood up and walked out of the room, leaving Ophelia to cry alone.

“Ge--get married?! No!! No!! I'm Richard's wife!!!”. Angela shouted as she got up and ran to Mrs Diamond.

“Mother, talk to your husband. Please talk to him. You wanted me to replace that crippled thing and marry Richard right? Why does your husband want me to marry Gaston now?! I don't love him, I love Richard!!”. Angela shouted loudly and Mrs Diamond only nodded slowly.

“I'll go talk to him. I'm also confused. Give me a few minutes”. Mrs Diamond said as she went up the stairs.

“Yes mum. Please go”. Angela said as watched Mrs Diamond leave.

The maids also began dispersing slowly, Irene also took the initiative to leave so she didn't find herself in another mess, Vanessa also left.

“Did you offend Dad? Why will he want you to marry this witch?”. Pascal asked Gaston who kept pacing around the living room and in frustration he roughed his hair.

“No! I didn't offend him! We haven't even said a thing to each other all through this week!!! Richard's the one who always has issues with everyone, not me!!!”. Gaston shouted and Pascal sighed glaring at Angela.

“And you? Did you force my Dad into making this decision?! After all it only benefits you and no one else!!”. Pascal shouted and Angela threw him a glare also.

“Hey! You need to learn to respect me! I'm not your mate you asshole!!”. Angela sneered angrily and Gaston stormed towards her and grabbed her tight making her scream out in pain.

“You nasty b*tch! If you hadn't poisoned Ophelia in the first place then none of these would have happened!!! Now I'm being dragged into what I know nothing about!!”. Gaston shouted as he pushed her to the floor and her hair scattered all over her face, then he pointed angrily at her.

“Just pray we don't get married. Pray!! Otherwise! I'll mess you up, like some rag!!”. Gaston shouted, kicking her stomach one last time before storming out of the house and Pascal glared at her before going up to his room.

Angela only sat on the floor, groaning in pain as she instantly brought her phone to call Richard.

Richard didn't pick after the first ring, but he did after the second.

“You dare still call this line? How dare you poison her milk?!”. Richard's voice spat angrily from the other end and Angela began crying.

“I didn't poison her milk, boss. They framed me. Look Mr Diamond suddenly stepped up to resolve the issue and--and he wants me to marry Gaston if I want to escape punishment from the police”. Angela said in tears and Richard frowned from the other end.

“Why would he take over what doesn't concern him?”. Richard mumbled.

“I also don't know. I was so shocked, it was very obvious that the little maid is the one who poisoned your wife's drink, but I think your dad already planned with the chairman to save her! They're using me as a scapegoat boss---boss?...

Angela called when Richard hung up and she blinked puzzly.

“He just hung up? He didn't even say anything about how I'm supposed to avoid this marriage, but he hung up?”. Angela thought in shock as she wept.

“I'm the one who loves him more, I'm always there for him, but all he thinks about is that crippled wife of his!! How is she any better than me?!! How?!!”. Angela screamed, roughing her hair.

Irene with a tray of water in her hand knocked on the door for the upteethm time but again silence followed.

She then twisted the door knob to see if it'll open and the moment it did, she walked into the room and her eyes widened at the sight before her.

Gerald sat on the floor, with his head resting on the bed behind him.

He looks like he's sleeping but his eyes are wide open and no dark dot in it, his eyes are just plain white.

“Sir G!!”. Irene shouted as she ran to him she tapped on his face to wake him up but he wasn't waking up.

And then she threw the whole glass of water on him but to no avail and she began crying not knowing what next to do.

She saw the remnant of his pills on the bed and some untouched package ones and blinked as she picked them up.

“Death pills?! He committed suicide?!!”. Irene shouted loudly as she instantly looked around for something.

But suddenly an idea struck into her head as she bent before Gerald and unbuckled his belt from the jeans he was doing, then she went behind him, wrapped the belt tight around his neck and began pulling it tight.

Instantly Gerald's eyes returned to normal as his throat became congested from lack of breathing.

He didn't know what was going on as he instantly began struggling with Irene who was hell bent on strangling him to death.

“Don’t struggle Sir G!! I'm trying to get you to vomit those silly pills!!”. Irene said as she wrapped her legs around his shoulders to stop him from struggling with her, while she tightened the belt on Gerald's neck.

“Ouuhhh!!...F**k!! You're killing me you witch!!”. Gerald shouted but Irene only added more pressure and soon Gerald began losing consciousness, which made Irene blink puzzly.

“Aren’t you supposed to have vomited by now? Why are you losing consciousness?”. She mumbled cluelessly as she lessened her hold on the belt, just to get ready to tighten it more, but before she could, Gerald weakly grabbed her hand and flipped her to the floor.

And Irene cried out in pain the moment her back roughly met the ground, while Gerald sat panting heavily as he glared at her.

“You're a nasty little girl. I f**king can't sleep in my own room again?!! Who even let you in?!”. Gerald shouted and Irene stood up in tears.

“You were dead when I walked in–

“You're the one who will die! I was f**king sleeping you black mamba!!”. Gerald spat loudly but soon began coughing and Irene got up wiping her tears.

Then she walked to the bed and picked up all the remaining packs of drugs and walked straight to the toilet.

“Where are you going with those? Come back here! Hey!! Bring my pills back—

Gerald wasn't done speaking when he heard the toilet flush and his eyes widened as he watched Irene walk out of the toilet to glare at him, then she arranged her hair and smiled, like she didn't just do something diabolical.

“I prepared food for you. Do you want it blazing hot or freezing cold”. Irene smiled cutely and Gerald held his head with hands in frustration. He was still too weak to get up.

“Chairman, f**k you!! F**k your wrecking life chairman!!!”. Gerald shouted loudly and Irene stomped her feet loudly on the floor startling him as he glanced back at her.

“Do you want your food blazing hot!!! Or cold!! Or should I just serve you the milk I served Mrs Ophelia?!!”. Irene screamed loudly from her little lips and Gerald shifted back from her.

“Wha-what milk? Is it the poisoned one?”. Gerald stuttered as he moved from her and Irene smiled.

“I serve only milk, but if you want it poisoned, then tell me”. Irene answered calmly this time and Gerald scoffed.

“I want my pills back. Every single one of them. Hand them—

Gerald wasn't done speaking when Irene stormed towards him, and then she held his face with one hand and surprisingly began slapping him hard with the other, and Gerald couldn't believe his life as he just left his face to slap.

“As long as I remain your personal maid! No drugs!! No pills!! No substance!! No smoking!! And no drinking!!!”. Irene shouted as she used every force to slap him in his face till he began bleeding from his nose and then she left him.

Shockingly Gerald began laughing hard in disbelief, his face was beyond bruised and he already had a black eye and bleeding nose.

“I think I'm still high. I let a little shrimp slap me. I must hallucinate. Those death pills seem to be working magic on me…

Gerald wasn't done talking when Irene punched him this time and his lips bursted instantly.

“I said no pills!!”. Irene screamed, punching him again and in anger Gerald got up and she shifted back in fright.

“Th---that's what I'm talking about. I wanted you to get up…and be a…man”. Irene stuttered as she moved away from him and Gerald smirked at her as he touched his lips.

“Was the punch necessary? You were getting bullied down there but you do nothing, but up here you're suddenly fiesta? Do I look like your punching bag?! Huh?!!”. Gerald shouted as he went after her and she instantly ran to the door, but surprisingly it was locked and her eyes widened.

“No!! No!! Why did I lock this door when I came in!! Help!! He wants to kill me!!”. Irene screamed as she began using her body to hit the door, soon Gerald wrapped his arms around her neck from behind and she winced in fright.

“Shush. If you keep quiet then I won't punch you back…I just want to lend your little hands. Since your hands are small compared to mine, help me go bring out the pills you flushed…otherwise, I might just do to you what other men do to ladies behind closed doors”. Gerald whispered into her ears and Irene flinched.

“I don't think we'll still find the drugs. Please spare me this once”. Irene pleaded and suddenly a knock came on the door.

“Irene! Are you alright in there, I heard you scream”. Pascal said from outside.

“No I'm not, Sir G is strangling me!”. Irene cried loudly.

“Whose Sir G?! Are you out of your mind!”. Gerald spat behind her.

“He promised to r**e me if i dont help him get his pills back!!”. Irene screamed note loudly and Gerald's eyes widened as he released her.

“Did I say r**e? Why do you like twisting things?”. He hissed as he helped her open the door and Irene instantly ran out the moment the door was opened, she didn't look where she was going and ran into Pascal, who glanced at her, then at Gerald.

Seeing Gerald's trouser almost falling from his waist due to lack of belt he frowned at him.

“You really wanted to r**e her?”. Pascal asked in disgust and Gerald also glanced at his falling jeans, then he glared at Irene who hid behind Pascal.

“Where's my belt? Are you taking it with you so you could strangle me with it again?!”. Gerald questioned.

“It's inside your room. It fell from my hand when you flipped me!”. Irene replied and Pascal frowned.

“Flipped you?”. He asked Irene who nodded.

“Sir G is so cruel. He flipped me hotly just because I unbuckled his belt to stop him from dying of pleasure!”. Irene replied and both Gerald and Pascal’s eyes widened at her choice of words and Pascal threw Gerald a glare.

“Were you flirting with your own maid?”. He asked and Gerald moved closer to Irene with a smirk.

“So you’re also naughty. I won’t try to be the bigger person next time then”. Gerald shook head before walking into his room and shutting the door behind them.

Then Pascal curiously turned to Irene, who stared after Gerald.

“What kind of pleasure? Did you two do it after he unbuckled his trousers?”. Pascal asked slowly but anxiously and Irene nodded instantly.

“Of course we did it!! We fought very hard for dominance!!”. Irene replied and Pascal's eyes widened as he almost began banging Gerald's door.

“But…I was the one at fault. I shouldn't have strangled or punched him, then maybe he wouldn't strangle me back. Either way I flushed his pleasure pills, let's see how he'll get high again!”. Irene said with so much confidence before walking off and Pascal's confused gaze followed her.

“So there's a pill that gives him pleasure. I thought she was pleased with him. Gosh I have a dirty mind”. Pascal muttered to himself before walking away.

MIDNIGHT>>

Ophelia was already dressed up ready to return back home, when the TV suddenly came on and she turned to it in puzzlement, knowing fully well she didn't put it on.

Then the TV screen went blank white and then words came on it.

*Every guy you ever moved with was killed by someone right?*

Ophelia read from the screen and she became horrified by what was controlling the TV.

*Your Last two exes also left you because of that same person but I don't think you know, that yet*

Another set of words came on screen and Ophelia was taken aback at that statement.

“Ethan and Nicolas cheated on me with my sisters. It has nothing to do with Richard”. She whispered to herself and then those set of words disappeared on the screen as another one took over, this time her eyes widened as she read.

*Guess who's slowly killing his brother with death pills because of you?*

“Gerald is dying?”. Ophelia mumbled in shock.

Suddenly the door opened and the TV instantly went off as Richard walked in, and her widened eyes turned to him…