The billionaire wife's secrets

´Derek, be gentle. You´re hurting me.´ Samantha squirmed under Derek's tall frame, her voice soft in ecstasy.   ´I´m going on a business trip. I won't be available for two weeks.´ Derek mumbled against her skin that seemed to taste like honey, the satisfaction between his brows unconcealed.   ´mmh, I could always go with you, but you wouldn't let me.´ Samantha groaned in displeasure and again in passion.   Samantha, it's dangerous. I have enemies and people threatening my life daily. Being at the top of the business industry comes with its flaws.    I don't want to put you in danger, I´ve had military and self-defense training, but I can't bear to have you go through that just for my selfish desires. You stay home. I always dispatch a generous amount of my former military colleagues here for your safety.´ Derek said in a breath imperatively.   Afraid that his outburst could have frightened Samantha, Derek added.´ please understand me. I also crave you.´     Samantha gazed quietly at Derek lying between her legs, his lips wet from her arousal fluid. Her calm, doe eyes met his, seemingly understanding his concern.    She flashed a beautiful smile that awakened the beast in Derek once again as he dived into the valley between her legs.     Samantha´s phone chimed, and a text message came in. Ignoring the text message notification, the two continued to make love until a barrage of text messages came in non-stop.    Seemingly irritated, Derek stopped to hand Samantha her phone. Coincidentally, Derek got a business call and left the room gloomily.   ´ Ugh, who's it?´ Samantha grabbed her phone in annoyance, surveying through the messaging app. She widened her eyes in shock at the photos and messages sent.    Human instinct made her look around to see if anyone was present before she left the room stark naked for the bathroom.   An unknown number sent her an ultrasound of an unborn baby, screenshots of numerous text exchanges, and text messages ´ Remember me? And our child? Samantha almost dropped her phone in shock at the daytime nightmare. Shivering in fear, her mind drifting to the past, she seemed to know the sender.   A call came in almost immediately. With trembling limbs, Samantha declined, but the caller did not seem to be one to give up. He called again, but Samantha kept rejecting him until he sent a photo. It was a photo of her and Derek at the successful launching of a high-end restaurant he named after her, also her first introduction to the media as Mrs. Armstrong.   Samantha’s limbs gave up. She fell on the cold bathroom floor, sweat graced her forehead in the perfectly air-conditioned room, and fear crept from the tip of her toes to the depth of her heart.     Ever since she quit her previous lifestyle and met Derek, she always felt safe in Derek's arms, but at that moment, she knew fear. Her happy life flashed before her eyes and seemed to burn into ashes. She could smell doom approaching.   ´ Mrs. Armstrong, remember me? I would be very hurt if you do not remember your manager and former lover.´ The Croaky voice of what seemed to be a middle-aged smoker reverberated, spreading fear through Samantha's body and mind.    The familiar raspy and brittle dry voice sent shivers down her spine. ´You appear to be having the nicest moment of your life. Have you forgotten the times we shared already? It has barely been two years since you murdered our baby.    How can you be doing fine? You vile uncultured woman! ´   ´Who is this? You have the wrong person.´ Samantha pretended to be calm, feigning oblivion.   ´Oh? Do I have to send a recording of our s*x tape to Derek to refresh your memory?´ His voice grew more sinister and malicious.   'Jake, don´t you dare go too far!´ Samantha said through gritted teeth. ´state your demands quietly and disappear with the wind, remember greed caused our downfall the last time, don´t play with me.    Living a luxurious life in a man´s embrace for the past two years doesn't mean I´ve softened. I've been in the streets; born and raised in it. You know too well ´. Samantha threatened, her expression contorted scarily beyond recognition in contrast to the dove-like Samantha the public is familiar with.   Jake quieted for a few seconds, seemingly conceding to Samantha´s threats. ´30 Million dollars within three days, I will send the account to be wired to.´ His voice softened in contrast to the previous threats.   ´50 million dollars tomorrow, with the original file of the s*x tape, with a signed oath punishable by death, the conditions being you are never to contact or blackmail me again, our secrets must follow you to the grave, and no extra copy of the s*x tape.´ Samantha said imperatively, giving no room for negotiation.´    We will sign a death contract supervised by the Ýung mafia group. Don´t forget I have a strong connection with them, break the contract. Then death awaits you.   ´Hahaha, that's fine by me. Anything for extra cash, you´re wrong. You´ve grown soft. The old Samantha would send numerous assassins my way.    I will contact you tomorrow at the meeting point for the contract. I can't trust you wouldn´t kidnap and silence me. Until then.´ Jake ended the call without waiting for a reply.   Samantha let out a long sigh of relief. Money solves everything. She had grown soft from being showered with unconditional love and affection by Derek, her dark past haunts her occasionally, and just when she´s healing from it, she Is once again reminded of her heinous past.   She sat on the cold floor deleting all screenshots, text messages, and photos Jake sent her, saving his name as Jenny.   Halfway through deleting the texts, she received another from an unknown number.    ´Hi, Mrs. Armstrong? I believe that is your new identity, I once paid for surrogacy, and you fled with my child and money.    I want to know the whereabouts of my child. It took me a huge sum of money to recover your new phone number from your manager. I´ll be expecting a response.    You surely do not want Mr. Derek to get involved, even if he's a prominent figure in the business industry and controls the press. I am a public figure with over ten million followers on social platforms. I can't be silenced easily.´   Samantha gripped her head in frustration. Hot tears seared her face, melting the coldness she felt within. She could tell that Jake leaked her contact to Anderson, the actor, so she wouldn't try to get rid of him. Anderson is his insurance.   ´´ Mr. Anderson, I apologize for my lack of response and insensitivity towards the importance you placed on the child. I ran into a series of debacles that led to a miscarriage. I lost all contact afterward for safety.    Time healed the bad memories. I promise a full refund with compensation.´´ Samantha offered amicably, praying to the universe that Anderson understood her situation.   She waited for a response for twenty minutes. But Anderson didn't reply. Samantha felt her anxiety growing as time went by.    ´Samantha Samantha, Samantha? ´ Derek called for Samantha anxiously. She never leaves his eyesight whenever he is not on a business trip.   Fear gripped Samantha´s heart in the bathroom. With the series of ominous recurring events, it would be weird if she didn't feel fear from the way Derek called her name anxiously.   ´´ I´m here.´´ she gathered the courage and came out. She was taken aback when Derek threw her into his arms. His shoulders shivered slightly in fear. With her keen senses, Samantha noticed something was wrong. But She couldn´t ask.   ´Where were you? I looked everywhere for you. Were you in the bathroom all along? Please don´t leave my side.´ Samantha has never seen Derek so worried about her. Exactly like the day they first met.   ´Derek! ´ She laughed ´ I´m fine. I am not a child. Who would dare touch me under your strict surveillance? You´re so adorable, Hubby.´ Samantha pulled his cheeks with tender affection.    Suddenly, her back stiffened. Growing up in the gutters made her sensitive, and she could tell a malicious person with bad intentions was standing behind her.    Derek noticed the change. He looked behind her. His harmless younger brother stood there, he came in with Derek, but Samantha didn´t see him until she looked back.   Drake stood there. He had a smiling face on. Samantha was creeped out from the depth of her soul. This is the drug lord. He takes narcotics like candy. Everyone in their circle knows this except Derek and the one that supplies him with these drugs. Samantha.   ´´Hi, Sis-in-law.´´ Drake broke the awkward silence.    ´Hey Drake, been a while. Samantha tried to play along, pretending everything was fine, but her stiffness was visible to Derek.   ´ Yeah, almost six months, University has been hectic, and… I had things to take care of. I just dropped by to say Hi.´ Drake replied. The creepy smile never left his eyes. Under his gaze, Samantha felt thousands of ants crawling on her skin.   ´Hello, alright, I´ll be out in a second´ Derek received another phone call, gesturing to Samantha to stay in the living room. He left in a hurry.    ´It's just us, so I'll drop the act. Why have you been avoiding my calls, Samantha? I ran out of drugs. I heard there's a new one in stock, pop rock. I want that one. I know you can get it.´ Drake laughed sinisterly, moving closer to Samantha. She backed out slowly.   ´´I-I don't have access to drugs anymore. Derek wouldn't even for a few minutes let me out of his sight.´´   ´´A little secret, Big brother is going on a business trip Tomorrow,´´ Drake said mockingly. His eyes reddened a little. He seemed to have taken a bit of drug as he moved closer to Samantha, his animal instincts brimming with excitement at her bare supple skin.    ´´ I want the drugs in two Days. Samantha, do not fail me…You know the consequences. ´ Drake grabbed her wrist. The force and tight grip made her pale skin redden in an instant. ´I wouldn't mind exploring my brother's wife.    In his apartment.´ his eyes burned with lust as he closed the gap between them.  ´ Jake, stay with me. Let me go. You´re hurting me.´ Samantha cried. He got even more excited from her resistance and lost his senses until a cold voice awakened his senses.    ´What are you doing? Let go of my wife now. Like a pail of ice-cold water, Derek´s stern voice descended on Jake, superseding the drug. He let go of Samantha like a verbally controlled robot.   ´Are you alright? ´ Derek rushed to Samantha´s side, holding her wobbly figure tenderly. Her body shook slightly from fright.   ´You have yet to give me an answer. Drake, what were you doing holding my wife like that? Have you forgotten that no man is allowed 10 meters close to her? Is university causing your brain to rot?     Do I need to lock you up in a research lab for an experiment? What are these red marks on her wrist? Depending on your explanation, your fate will be decided here tonight.´ Derek growled like a beast protecting its child, his foxy eyes devoid of all warmth.   Drake was scared shitless. Samantha shook violently in Derek's arms from fear. That overbearing aura of him makes his position as the tyrant of the business industry unshakeable.   ´Derek, I-´    ´Not you, Samantha. I want to hear from Drake.´ Derek replied sternly, holding her in his arms like a baby while staring down at Drake, drenched in sweat.