Escaping to the CEO

Chapter 11

Joe POV

Cassandra Diane Miller. She was the best and worst investment I ever spent money on. My father and her "father" proposed a betrothal between the two of us when she was around ten years old. She had a stupid friend that she hung out with every day who lived next door. I let it go because they're just kids. What's the worst that can happen? Well, apparently a lot can happen. She didn't know about the contract, she didn't know that the day she turned 18 she would be marrying me. Her little friend started to turn into more than just a friend. I watched as something more bloomed. It would have been beautiful to watch except she's mine.

My father and I confronted her "father" and told him to get rid of the kid. Any way he saw fit. As long as he was out of Cassandra's life, I didn't care how it was done. Hanging, drowning, drive-by shooting. Whatever he saw fit. Well, the asshole apparently has a soft spot for children and just paid his dad a lot of money to get rid of him. Mistake number 1.

I waited until she was around fifteen to start showing up at their house. I started showing some interest in her and asking about her day. I started taking her out for dates and hanging out at her home watching movies. We'd cook together, go for walks, help her study and, by study, I mean have her sit on my lap distracting her while she did her homework.

I watched as she fell more and more in love with me and when I proposed on her seventeenth birthday she was so happy she said yes. She jumped into my arms and kissed me. She started planning every detail of our wedding while I discussed with her "father" about the payment of 10 million dollars since he was handing me his virgin "daughter".

While we were on our honeymoon, I received an email from the private investigator I hired to look into her family. Lately, I have been getting weird vibes from Cassandra's father and, well, what do you know? I was right.

Dear Mr. Miller,

I have completed my investigation into Mr. and Mrs. Boyton. Please see the information I have included below.

James Dean PI.

DNA Report: Mr. John Boyton - Ms. Cassandra Boyton - No Match

Mrs. Jane Boyton - Ms. Cassandra Boyton - No Match

On Thursday, January 22nd, Mr and Mrs. Boyton met Multi Billionaire Thomas McFadden, the owner and CEO of McFadden Industries. He was with his nanny and baby girl walking through the streets of New York City when the nanny who was pushing the stroller was hit by a car. Mr. McFadden, in the momentary lapse of judgment, went to check on the nanny. The baby was taken by two unknown figures who can be seen pushing the stroller down Fifth Avenue and walking into a*****e. Twenty minutes later the two figures are seen leaving the store with a duffle bag, and it wasn't until they got to the bus station to leave the city that, on the camera, you can see Mr. and Mrs. Boyton's faces pulling out a baby in the cameras. Their destination was Austin, Texas.

DNA has been run. Cassandra Boyton is the Biological Daughter of Thomas McFadden. Mr. McFadden wants the safe return of his daughter and has offered a billion dollars and stock in McFadden Industries.

I was excited about being a billionaire, I was going into the world's greatest up-and-coming business. I was to be set for life. Maybe she wasn't a mistake. Maybe I could make this marriage work for real.

Mr. McFadden, in his last will and testament, has a clause that if Cassandra is married by the time she is found that she has to remain married for each year, she receives one million dollars and the husband she's married to can not receive a dime or use any of her money until they have celebrated their tenth anniversary, and he will only get stock in the company and will not receive the Billion until after his passing as long as it was deemed to natural circumstances.

Fuck.

I was so angry I wanted to hit her so hard. How could her father be that selfish? I have to put up with his bratty daughter. Why don't I get any money for my pain and suffering? And ten years of that complete and udder bullshit. Cassandra was making herself pretty. God only knows why her face looks like the back end of a pig, and putting a dress on a pig doesn't make it human, it's still just a pig.

I called out telling her that I was going down to the bar for a drink and that I would be right back up. She, of course, with that sickening love in her eyes, batted her eyelashes at me and I vomited into my mouth.

I drank and drank and drank. By the time Cassandra came down looking for me, she was actually looking good. It could have also been the beer goggles I had on. We went out to dinner and then back in the hotel room I took her virginity. Over and over and over again. When I woke up the next morning, I had a hangover that would rival the movie and no immediate memory of what happened the night before. The sheets had blood on them and the room was a scattered mess.

We got back from our honeymoon a few days later. I spent the remainder drinking and screwing her brains out. Her father was at our brand-new home begging for more money. That f*****g asshole. We yelled and screamed at each other. I wasn't paying him one goddamn cent more, not when I had a new father-in-law to impress.

Her father finally left. After an hour of begging and yelling. I finally had one of my security guys drag him out and throw him in the driveway. I pulled up the file on Thomas McFadden. Reading along, I found a phone number and an email for him. I was going to email him since it was so late I didn't want to disturb my new father-in-law. As I was googling his name, an obituary popped up. He was murdered two days ago. f**k.

I was so angry I drank half of my liquor shelf. Top tier liquors, scotches, tequilas and whiskey.

The next morning, Cassandra was covered in bruises. The beatings started becoming easier. I was drunk constantly when I was forced to be around her. I would be sober the next morning, go to work as a lawyer, go have some drinks with some friends, colleagues, whoever happened to be at the bar drinking. Then I'd go home, beat and f**k my wife and do it all over again.

When I found out she was pregnant, I tried stopping the drinking and the beatings. I swear on my mother's grave I did. However, a rumor spread that she was f*****g some other dude when I wasn't home and that pissed me off. That day I beat her sober. She lost the baby because of me. Because of what I did. I was so angry. There was no proof that the baby was mine. I was upset and so I sued her. Sent her to prison for the maximum sentence for having a miscarriage. I had the option of starting up a commissary for her so she could buy things she needed, but f**k that. She can suffer.

Obviously, during that time, I stuck my d**k in every beautiful girl I could. I needed to get the best p***y around. I would visit her from time to time, but after a few months I couldn't do it anymore. I started making plans and inviting women over.

I got a call from the warden that she was being released. Wow, has it been five years already? So I decided to go and get her. She actually looked decent even though she looked like a train wreck. No makeup and clothes were hanging on her.

The last morning I saw her, I tried to force myself on her. She refused me and so I hit her. She hit her head on the counter. There was a lot of blood everywhere. My phone started ringing. It was Tommy asking me to come in early to work. I headed out and passed a random black car that was sitting on the street near my house. I wrote down the make and license plate when I got to the stop sign around the corner of my street.

Work was long and tiring. One of my new wives called to tell me that Cassandra hadn't cleaned up any of her blood from this morning. When she went to look for her to demand she clean up her mess, she wasn't in the house. I called in a few favors and my PI from when I had her family investigated.

The car I had seen earlier was now at the hotel in the next town over from my house. I drove over and there was Anna. I haven't seen her since our wedding day. She was next to a thin girl and a guy. She claimed the girl was her sister Arina, and that she was going to go look at some colleges up in the northeast.

I let them be. For now. I waited in the lobby. They couldn't see me, but I could see them. I watched as they went back upstairs, and they came down a few minutes later and got into a cab. I got in my car and followed behind them. I followed them through the airport. A bunch of people crossed my path and I lost sight of them.

I knew she was heading to Vermont.

I called one of my security guys to head to Vermont to find her, find them. Get her back.

It has been weeks and nothing, no sign of her anywhere.

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NEWS FLASH

A small restaurant in Northern Vermont was attacked. Gunshots were fired, four people dead, three injured and in critical condition. The reason for the attack is still being investigated. More to come at six. This is Rebecca Diamond with DFW 5. Back to you Jodi.

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As they were showing the scene, I could see in the background the three people being wheeled out on stretchers and into awaiting ambulances. There she was. Her face was pale but that scar, the one I gave her, showed bright as day along her chin.

"Found you b***h, and I'm coming for you."