His Contracted Wife

A BLACKMAIL? WHO'S HE?

“I always knew Mr Andrew was hideous about his image and presence but this is a new thing. Oops it would make to the breaking news. Mr Anderson loves to gossip around about female actors in the industry. Isn’t this suspicious?” She raised her voice.

“You stepping down just after announcing your marriage and no one knows about the groom isn’t suspicious?”

“Oh shut up Mr Anderson and mind your own business.” She screamed.

Andrew walked over to Aura and cornered her to the wall trapping her between both his arms.

Aura’s breath hitched and she held her breath just because of his presence. But soon she heard Robert’s words in her mind,

“Don’t go near him. He is dangerous.” She let’s out her breath and sags in a dark voice,

“Are you trying to molest me Mr Anderson. Is it only me or many have gone through this?”

“This is Anderson Entertainment not Star where trainees are bullied and exploited by trainers themselves. I won’t keep my mouth shut if that happens here.” Stating in his thunderous voice, he moved back a step.

Coming out of his grip, she sternly looked at his dark eyes. Realizing the words he spoke, she couldn’t understand how he knew about the shady business going on there.

“How do you know about this?” she suspiciously questioned him earning a second smirk.

“You think that thing can escape my eyes?” he gazed deeper into her eyes looking for hope to support.

“That was all bullshit. It was planned just to bring a bad name to the company.” She repeated the same limes said by Robert that day.

“Um..and you think what that bastard said was true.” He said while staring sharply at her eyes.

“Who are you to call him that?” she proceeded to slap Andrew but her hand was gripped lower by him.

“Leave my hand you flirtatious crocodile.” She snapped at his face.

“And what makes you think that I Andrew Anderson would even lower my standards to flirt with you.”

“What? You are the real bullshit. Not my Robert.” She looked at his eyes and spoke.

“And you still say that he’s yours. Open your eyes and see dear lady.” Andrew tried to calm down his voice but was unable with Aura’s stupidity.

“I don’t want to hear anymore…” saying she left the office with a loud thud of the door.

“Since you didn’t fall in the first trap, there’s a second one already waiting for you.” He said with a evil smirk.

(At the villa)

Robert asked about me and Andrew Anderson. I told him everything except the ones I didn’t want to disclose.

It feels like my heart is playing with my mind. My heart doesn’t want to keep anything from Robert but my mind just says no and keeps on reminding me about the consequences. Finally not gathering enough courage to face him I decided not to reveal anything.

“All I want is to know about him. How does he know about Star Entertainment? When did he fine out? Why didn’t he expose then?” al sorts of suspicious thoughts went through his mind.

After Robert left for his room, Aura began her research on internet. On searching his name all she got was information about his achievements. They were not much self taken interviews rather there were audio interviews with him.

“This guy is exceptionally hideous. Crazy man.” Saying she plugged in her airpods and turned on the audio interviews.

Hearing his voice a sudden chill sent down her spine. Her ears went red and cheeks burnt remembering how intimate they were in the office. The way he whispered “This is Anderson Entertainment and I won’t tolerate it here.” The hot air fanned her exposed skin near the ear and that went numb.

Admit or not Andrew is hot no hotter um..hottest? Her brain started fiddling with his thoughts. She mentally slapped herself for not having a sane mind.

(In Robert’s room)

While I was checking the chicklits in my i********: dms a sudden video message popped on my notification.

I clicked on it and boom.

Someone sent me a video of one of my trainee getting bullied by a trainer. It shows how she was inappropriately being touched by him even though she was requesting him to leave her.

These s*x addicts can’t get their f**k toys in their pants. Full of desires you bastards are. Sweatbeads formed around my forehead. Who was this person?

“Who are you?” I texted him.

“Some one who knows how much of a w***e are you.” The reply seemed scoffing to me.

“Delete the video and you get 100 thousand dollars.” These just need money and I guess I can handle that.

Suddenly my phone rang and the same number flashed. I picked it up to answer. There was utter silence the other side.

“Hello who is this?”

“I already told you I am someone who knows how much of a w***e are you.”