Divorcing Billionaire Vincent

CHAPTER FOUR – PRISONER WIFE

CHAPTER FOUR – PRISONER WIFE

A little soft but unpermitted moan slips out of me. I feel light headed, as i if i was about to faint from his onslaught. I try to push him way but he grabs my hands, keeping it away from the others line of vision.

I sink my teeth into soft flesh, a mettalic taste explode in our mouths and he finally lets me go. His thumb comes up to rub my bottom lip wiping some blood off, but its quickly gone before i can smack it away.

What the hell ?

Everyone stares at us, completely stunned at the passionate scene they had just witnessed.

“What we mean is that, this is no longer just an arranged marriage between the Croftens and the Kensingtons. We have developed deep feelings for one another.” He says with a wink, smiling charismatically at me.

The guests and the journalists ouu and ahh.

My father has a look of relief on his face. He was no longer losing his business deals. Ana and Lauren scrunch their faces bitterly, and Madam Kensington clutches her pearls so hard, her fist turns white.

A sudden suspicion creeps into me and i rush to pick up the papers i had just signed. I flip through it and sure enough, it’s not divorce papers at all, but a new amendment to our marriage contract that says i have to give him a child, a heir. I attempt to quickly tear it up but with a nod from Vincent, Collins rushes to pluck it from my hands.

Fury boils within me.

He had made a fool out of me. He made me believe this meeting was to proceed with the divorce when in reality he had turned to use the opportunity to annouce a pregnancy.

“Now if you’d all excuse us, my wife is quite tired and will like to rest” Vincent annouced.

“Very well then. Collins, escort our guests and the press out.” Madam Kensington rises up first, her head held high as she walks out. it is merely a weak attempt to regain her pride. She was obviously not in the know of her son’s new development. She’d definitely make me feel the brunt of her anger later.

After she’s gone, i don’t wait for the others to leave before i ran up. Collins sends my family and the journalist out. The influential guests follow.

I go into my bedroom and the first thing in the mirror i notice is my neck. The concealor is wiped off. My hickeys are clearly visible for all to see. I rush to my closet. I dig into boxes of shoes, searching. My knees dig painfully from being on the carpet for too long. Boxes of shoes and clothes are thrown everywhere.

“Looking for this ?” Vincent’s voice asks from behind and i jump. I turn to see him in the doorway of my closet. He was holding my secret phone in his palm.

“Give it back to me..” I stand up. I wasn’t allowed to use my phone and do calls without supervision. I had to get my hands on one i could use secretly. It was what I’d used to call the Croften household, record the conversation, and leaked it.I needed to see what had been published online.

“Why are you in possesion of a phone i have no idea about, Jana ?” He demands angrily.

“Because I’m not a prisoner. I have the right to a phone.”

“And you already have one”

“I mean one i can use privately.”

“There’s no privacy between a married couple. You should know that, sweetheart.” He chuckles.

“I’m not your sweetheart.” I lift my chin up defiantly.

“Are you sure ? Because they way you were begging for it last night, you definitelly seem like one.”

I squueze my fists.

He c***s his brows at them in mockery.

“Well, it has been the worst thing that has ever happened to me.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“Believe whatever your perverted mine chooses to.” I shrug.

“Oh but i will.” He stretches the phone towards me, my fingers reach out to snatch the phone from his grasp. But before I could get a firm hold, he lets it fall. His hand shot out, seizing my wrist in a firm, unyielding grip. With a swift, controlled movement, he yanks me toward him, catching me completely off guard.

I stumbled, my body pressing against the hard planes of his chest as he locked my wrists behind my back with one strong hand, securing me close. The sudden, electric closeness left me breathless, my heart pounding against my ribs as his gaze bore down on me with an intensity that made it impossible to look away. A faint, knowing smile played at the corner of his mouth as he held me there.

“Let go off me! i squirm against him, trying to free myself but its not working.

“You might want to stop doing that.” he says heatedly in my ears. I freeze, feeling something hard poke my belly.

“Good girl. It seems you still know how to be obedient..”

“You’re wrong. you just repulse me so much that i don’t want to do anything that will make you keep holding on to me.”

He throws his head back and laughs as if i just said the most absurd thing.

“Are you sure i repulse you ? I don’t believe it.” He takes a step forward, still holding me captive hence forcing me to take another backwards. In a few seconds, My back is against one of the floor to cieling window panes. My silk curtain is the only thing preventing us from being seen by people outside. A hungry fire burns in his eyes, and his pupils dilate. I should have taken that as a warning but i don’t.

“Believe it. I wouldn’t even want to touch you with an ten inch pole.” I jut my chin out, declaring. His eyes gleamers, taking it up as a challenge.

“Are you telling me if i spread your pretty legs and thrust my fingers in your cunt, you wouldn’t soak me with your juices ?” His warm breath breathes against the shelf of my ears

My legs shake with his words and my eyes widen at the crudeness. My breath hitches and my chest rises and falls rapidly.

“I know how you like it. You pretend to be a docile and sweet innocent girl but no one knows how dirty you liked getting f****d. Except me ” His lips brush my neck, causing a shiver to shoot up my spine. i jerk my head away.