Mr billionaire’s last chance

Amelia’s POV "Honey," Owen called out, entering the room. I scoffed in frustration as I stood up from where I sat by the window. Owen’s tuxedo was still immaculately in place, leaving me to wonder where he had been. I walked closer to him, only to watch him stagger towards me with a bottle of whiskey in his right hand. His voice was low and husky as he stumbled towards me, his words slurred from intoxication. "I want you now, Amelia! I'm consumed by the desire of you." I knew he had left the main house just moments before, but I didn’t think he'd go as far as getting wasted. "Owen, you're drunk and you sound like a British lord," I said, trying to calm him down and make him laugh. "You need to rest. I'm sorry about the failed business deal." But Owen's emotions were too far gone. He proclaimed his love for me, the smell of whiskey heavy on his breath. "I love you, Amelia! I love you!" As he held me, his grip tightened, causing me pain. "Owen, you're hurting me," I exclaimed, wincing. But he ignored my pleas, his eyes filled with a mix of desperation and pain. We collapsed onto the bed, and I felt his lips on mine, his kiss deep and passionate. This was no love. My inexperience in the outside world may have an effect in the way I view love, but I was certain Owen’s love wasn’t what true love is. His over possessiveness was something I had to deal with for over three years of marriage and now here we are. I had no friends, I can’t leave the manor, I’m not allowed to interact with any guest during events we hosted; this wasn’t love, it was punishment. I felt how sad Owen was about the deal he lost, but I wasn’t going to let him use me as an escape from reality or use me as his available s*x machine. “Owen, I can’t do this.” I whispered, pulling away from his kiss. I struggled to push him off me but his strength overcame mine. He pulled off my panties, “Owen please-Owen please you might regret this.” I yelled. “You’re my wife! And I love you! This is what couples do.” Owen replied, his voice stern. He was right, this is what couples do, but not when there’s no mutual agreement. “I will never forgive you Owen! I promise-“ I said, tears running down my eyes. I relaxed to see if Owen would realize himself, but he didn’t. He went inside of me, I cried out in agony to make him feel sympathy for me at the sound of my voice, but it was like the impact of the alcohol blocked his hearing senses at that moment. His actions became aggressive, "You're hurting me, Owen!" I yelled, desperate to make him stop. However, he continued, fueled by his intoxication and frustration over the failed business deal. ”pleaaaase stop!!!” I pleaded. He ignored my cries and choked me, It wasn’t the pleasing kind of being choked. It was like he wanted to squeeze the life out of me. Of Course I knew he wasn’t himself but I needed to stop him from finishing the one thing that would intensify my brooding hatred for him. In a desperate attempt to defend myself, I grabbed a nearby lamp and struck him on the head. While he yelped in pain, I pushed him off me and scrambled to find something to wear. As I searched for a dress in the closet, I kept a wary eye on Owen, fearful that he would regain his strength and continue his assault. My hands trembled as I quickly put on a dress and turned to face him. However, Owen suddenly lurched forward, grabbing my hair and pulling me to the floor. I grunted in pain as he slapped me repeatedly, ignoring my cries for mercy. In a desperate bid to escape, I reached for a nearby high-heeled shoe and struck Owen on the head, using all my strength. The heavy shoe, made of solid gold, caused him to collapse once more. Seizing the opportunity, I struggled to my feet and grabbed my car keys, phone, cash, and credit cards. I fled the scene as quickly as possible that night, constantly checking my rearview mirror to ensure that Owen was not following me. “s**t!” I exclaimed I got my eye back on the road after a long stare at my rear view mirror. My distraction had caused me to collide with another vehicle in front of me. The impact was severe, and I blacked out. I slowly opened my eyes, the bright lights overhead forced me to squint. I turned my head to take in my surroundings, and the familiar sights of a hospital room came into focus: the IV drip, the ventilator attached to my nose, and the beeping machines monitoring my vital signs. I attempted to sit up, wincing as a sharp headache struck me. I rubbed my forehead, trying to alleviate the pain. A gentle touch on my arm made me turn to see Owen standing beside me. "Please, honey, rest," he said, his voice low and soothing. But the sight of him only filled me with dread. Memories of the previous night's events came flooding back, and I felt a wave of fear wash over me. Tears began to stream down my face as I realized I was trapped. The doctor entered the room, interrupting the tense moment. "Ah, welcome back," he said with a warm smile. "I'll just step out for a moment. Please, take care of her, Doctor," Owen said, before exiting the hospital room. The doctor helped me sit up and removed the ventilator from my nose. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. "Doctor, please," I begged, my voice shaking. "I don't want to go back home." The doctor's expression turned concerned. "Relax, Mrs. Bradley. Please, explain to me what happened." But I knew I couldn't reveal the truth. There was no time, plus revealing that Owen r***d me would only cause the doctor to call the cops. Being married to a powerful man like Owen made me ascertained that having him incarcerated would only last for a while because he the head of the New York Police department is his boy toy. "Owen Bradley isn't who you think he is," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Doctor, please... you need to help me. You need to kill me, I’d rather die than go back to Owen.." The doctor's eyes widened in surprise. "I can’t kill you. I can’t take two lives, you’re pregnant Mrs. Bradley," he said gently. The news hit me like a ton of bricks, but it also sparked a glimmer of hope. I smiled weakly, determination etched on my face. "You need to help me, Doctor," I implored, my hands clasped together. "I might not survive the next time I'm brought here. Please, help me. If not me, think about my unborn baby." The doctor sighed, his expression resolute. "How can I help?" he asked. This was my time to escape. Love, marriage, s*x as I heard is all a beautiful experience but not in the hands of a possessive and toxic man like Owen Bradley. I decided it was time to go; time to escape being trapped like a prisoner in the manor, time to experience the freedom I was denied because of my so-called marriage. A plan that I had devised months ago came to my mind, this was the opportunity to act fast. I rubbed my belly in admiration of my new found hope; the baby. “I have an idea, can you make me unconscious for few hours?.” I asked, smiling with hope.