The Billionaire's Contract Wife

Chapter 8

Alexander's POV

I drove straight to the villa, neglecting the multiple calls from my father.

What came over me? What was I thinking, leaving the scene like that? What if she…no, I couldn't bear the thought.

I looked over to the side where Layla sat quietly, reeking of wine and raw egg.

She looked so pale and her eyes sunken. "Are you okay?" I asked. But she just shook her head in response.

We got to the villa and she ran straight to her room, without saying anything.

I followed after her, she was about to shut her door when I stopped it with my hands.

"What was wrong you?" I suddenly became angry, my inside burning hot. "Are you that stupid? You mean you can't stand against Amelia! You allowed that good-for-nothing spoiled brat humiliate you, my wife publicly. That you were even crying…"

"I am sorry. You stated in the contract that I shouldn't stir up trouble." She broke down in tears, trembling in fear.

I stepped closer to her, and she kept moving back until her back touched the wall. I stood in front of her, staring deeply into her eyes, my voice deep and menacing. "I am the only one on this earth that gets to hurt you, no one else has the right to hurt you. Do you understand me!" I slammed my fist against the wall making her jump.

She nodded, her eyes wide with fear and her voice barely audible. Y...es, I got it."

I held her tightly by her neck. Her face turned pale and her eyes rolled back.

She held my hands, trying hard to break free but my grip was too tight. She choked and tear dropped down her eyes.

I released my grip on her neck. "That is your punishment for disgracing me publicly, next time will be worse than this. Never let it repeat itself!" I hissed. She coughed loudly, as she tried to catch her breath.

I was about leaving when, suddenly, a loud crash echoed from downstairs.

What was that? She whispered, her voice trembling.

"Be calm, I will check it out." It is late into the night, and there are definitely securities placed on every corner of the building, so it can't be robbery.

It definitely cannot be the cops, because I have a license to kill as a former General of the army. Even if Amelia is dead, I can't be arrested. I don't kill innocent people, but lots of people have died by my hands. I have unparalleled martial arts skills that I have won many medals with.

That's why I was nicknamed 'Wind' because when I fight, I become one with the wind. My movements are swift and silent like a gentle breeze, in a twinkle of an eye my opponents fall.

The workers have turned off the lights, so I couldn't see properly.

I walked down the stairs slowly, taking a calculated step.

Not long after, I heard another loud crash. The workers started coming out and some of the securities.

The scene at the living room took my breath away.

My grandmother was practically breaking all the expensive vases made of jade, with my father standing calmly at a side watching without stopping her.

How did they manage to come here this late? I wondered.

"Grandmother, what are you doing here? How did you know this place." I asked as I moved closer to her. But she continued breaking things. "Grandmother stop!" I growled in anger and she stopped immediately.

"You've certainly grown bold, haven't you?" she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly. "You dare to raise your voice at your elders, now?"

"I'm so sorry, Grandma," I apologized hastily, my face flushing with shame.

"How did you know about this place?" I asked again, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"You need to face the media and explain what happened at that party," my father said, his expression stern and disapproving. "Mr. Rogers is furious, and you know how protective he is of his granddaughter. You're in for a world of trouble, young man."

"I'm apologizing to no one." I said, my voice stern. "Amelia asked for it. She dare to lay her filthy hands on my own wife! Does she not fear?" Tell Mr Rogers to train his grandchild better to avoid future occurrence." I said angrily.

My grandmother's face lit up in anger. "You will not dare! You will go meet Amelia in the hospital and you will kneel before her and ask for her forgiveness. Do you understand me?" She growled.

I laughed out hysterically. "That was so funny. You are joking right?" I asked. "Grandfather would never tell me to bow to anyone." I said.

"I'm not joking, Alex!" She thundered.

"You know I don't bow to anyone. Have you forgotten who I am?" I asked her, not believing my ears. Is there anything going on between you and Mr Rogers?" I asked, my grandmother who quickly looked away.

"What do you mean? There is nothing going on between us. He was my first love, that's all." She said, her face flushing red.

I smiled. "I knew it! The concern you have towards that man is alarming." I can't apologize. Apologizing to him will dent my integrity.

"Mr Rogers said he will take matters into his hands if he doesn't see your arrogant face on the screen begging for his mercy." My father said.

My face darkened. This man must have a death wish.

"Let him come face me himself! Seems like you guys are begining to fear ordinary people." I stood up from the sofa angrily. "If you don't have anything better to say, I'm off to my study."

"If you refuse to apologize, then I will be forced to strip you off your position!" My grandmother roared.

I stopped in my tracks.

"What!" I exclaimed.