Kelvin's POV
"Where is that b***h?!"
I slam the door to her room and march furiously down the hallway.
She is nowhere to be found, not the sight of her or even her scent.
"What the f**k?" The kitchen is also empty. The last time I saw her, she was in the kitchen. Maybe she sneaked back into her room, but why isn't she in the house?
"Where is my..." I swallow my last words immediately. To the soldiers and everyone concerned, she is a freaking slave and not my bloody wife.
"Where is she?" I bark randomly at a soldier guarding the gate.
"She left this morning," one of them answers.
Smack!
My fist digs into his throat and he cries in a choking sound as he staggers backward, clutching his throat. They are five soldiers in numbers, each armed with heavy-duty guns.
"Vaffa! f**k
