The Billionaire's Imprisoned Wife

Chapter 2: Pointed Gun

I remained calm as he pushed me inside the room. But the man who lead me to this place had already dried all the blood in his face.

"Why are you here?"

I'm facing my back from him and he still didn't let go of the gun he's pointing at me.

"Right. What am I even doing here?"

Somehow, my instict tells me that I know this person behind me. His voice is familiar, even his presence.

"Caden, what is this woman doing here?"

"S-she's... She's -"

I can't help not to smirk because of how nervous he is. He was just so confident just a few minutes ago in front of me.

"She's what?" He roared in anger. He's a little impatient.

"She's --" And I am also getting frustrated from waiting to what he's about to say.

"Probably they mistakenly took me for someone else. Light Blue tops, tattered jeans in front of Daydream - that should be Sarah Alfonzo, and not me."

"W-wait, you're not -"

"Sarah Alfonzo? Of course not. She's my client."

So, that concludes everything. Sarah Alfonzo should be here and not me. But what do they need from her?

"You failed your job, Caden. Out of my office, now!"

Not what I had expected him to do, but at least, I wouldn't get to see somebody's blood in here.

I heard the door closed behind us, but he still didn't remove the gun pointed at my head.

"I wonder if you'll fire that gun against me inside this well maintained office. Your people would have had a hard time cleaning if you do. Not that it concerns you, but don't get your hands dirty, Augustus Maxwell."

The only person I could think of right now with this intense presence and a spine-chilling low voice is him. I've seen him quite a few times, and those encounters were not quite that good.

I remember seeing him near Daydream once, and just like this one, he pointed a gun on my forehead, but the difference was that I was facing him. I'm starting to think that pointing a gun to my head is his new hobby.

This encounter is the third time he's pointing a gun on my head.

"Last time I told you, I'd pull the trigger if I see you again."

"Do it, then. This is your chance."

Augustus Maxwell's name has always been behind my father's name in the rankings of the wealthiest individuals. This year was his best if I remember it right for ranking second. I know him because of business, and I've been hearing his name since he suddenly rose to fame.

His face has always been on magazines, billboards, and everything that could attract everyone's attention.

And he's known for his coldness, of course, and this presence that can intimidate anyone.

"You really don't fear anything, do you?"

I grinned.

"Fear is a hindrance for better things."

"And you think death is part of that."

"Not a question, but yes. Death should not be feared after all. Everything ends for a reason, and that includes life."

Suddenly, I feel the gun moving away from my head. I took the chance to face him.

As usual, it's his cold stares that I meet from that dark eyes of his. Seems like he got taller than the last time I saw him months ago, and he became even whiter than snow.

"Why do you even need Sarah?"

"Leave before I get my hands dirty."

He turned his back from me and I took that chance to take my seat on the sofa near me. I crossed my legs and crossed my hands over my chest as I comfortably leaned my head on the backrest.

I watch him as he take a seat behind his office desk.

"You really don't take me seriously. I told you to leave, didn't I?"

"You did. But the choice is on me."

"Your life is in my hands. I can kill you this moment."

"To die in Augustus Maxwell's hand is an honor everyone would accept with wide open arms." I closed my eyes and ended our long staring battle.

After the two long travel I had for this day, I just want to rest. My family's mansion is just as far as this man's mansion. I wonder why they both built their mansions away from the city buildings. It's like in the middle of nowhere, and the travel time is so much draining.

"Maybe it's just you."

I can feel his eyes on me but I didn't say anything more.

After a long silence between us, I heard the door opening from my right, but I remained on my position.

"Mr. Maxwell, we have a news about Zamara Laureal."

I fought the urge to open my eyes and see them.

Augustus Maxwell is indeed looking for me, just like what I guessed. Sarah knew my name, I don't know how, but she do. That's the only reason I can think of right now.

This man might have asked her about me and set an appointment for them to meet. But Augustus Maxwell is a dirty player, and Sarah is smart, that's why I am here in the middle of their smart asses.

"Speak."

"She's been missing. Her family is looking for her now. It's all in the news."

Is that how they announced why am I not with them today to wherever they are going? A perfect lie from a perfectly fake happy family they created for public eyes.

I opened my eyes and pulled my phone from my sling bag. I don't care if Augustus Maxwell is even looking at me.

No messages and calls from my family, yet they're pretending that they care for wherever I am right now.

I opened a message from Sarah, and she's apologizing for something, probably for this.

Clever asses.

"I - I didn't know that someone's here. I'm sorry." I took a glance at the man reporting to him. He's become so pale, as if fearing for his life for missing to recognize that Augustus is with someone.

I just pulled my attention back to my phone to read some fake news.

Zamara Laureal, the daughter of Giovanni Laureal and Catriona Laureal has been missing for days. The said family disclosed it to the public to help them in finding their beloved daughter. The family is willing to give a monetary reward for people who can give them clue to where she is as of the moment.

I can't help not to laugh. Beloved daughter, really? And missing for days? I just met them at their mansion and we disowned each other on top of that, and now I am already missing for days. What a good way to get sympathy from public. They all know how to put an act, as always.

"Let me guess." I brought back my phone inside my bag before proceeding to look up at him. He's been watching me since this man broke the news.

"You're looking for Zamara Laureal because she stood you up for your supposed meetings for the marriage that her family set her up with you. Am I right?"

One more thing I hate about my family is their greed. They are willing to see me get married to someone rich and Augustus Maxwell happened to be their prospect, just to merge their companies and get more power from his side.

I've been ditching this man for the meetings my family had set for us. I don't know if he even know my face as Zamara. But he knew me as someone who always gets on his way for those meetings that I'd never showed up as his supposedly prospected wife. And for those times, he never missed to point a gun on my head bacause of being pissed and impatient.

"You may now leave." He said without breaking our eye contact.

The man took his leave and left us both in silence.

"I wonder what the Laureal's promised you to marry their blacksheep daughter. You didn't even know that you're accepting their trash that they've been wanting to get rid of."

His gaze drifted to the phone on the table when it suddenly started to vibrate and I can even here its vibration from here.

He answered the call there, and all the time he's talking over the phone, his cold eyes stayed staring at me.

"I'll send you the money, right away." He concluded before ending the call.

Suddenly, he stood up and I notice the gun in his hand again.

He stopped in front of me and just like that, he directed the gun against my head again.

"What would your family do if they found out that their only daughter died in my hands?"

Oh. So now he realized who I am.

"Why? Do you expect them to give you money just to spare my life? They wouldn't."

"Do you think I need money?"

Now, I can see the extreme rage in his eyes, more than the first time he pointed his gun on me. Back then, I know what I did. And I understand why he became so mad that time. Who wouldn't get mad if I intentionally poured a cup of coffee on his so white polo shirt just so he'd stop waiting for me that day?

Now, I don't know exactly the reason behind his angered expression. Maybe because I am Zamara Laureal, the daughter of his business rival?

"Then what do you need exactly?"

"I want to see them crumbling because of your death."

I laugh - so hard that my eyes started to tear up.

"That was so hilarious." I wiped the tears from my eyes and tried to calm myself.

"Trust me, they would never shed a tear. They wouldn't care for someone whom they wanted to get rid of."

"I wouldn't be sure if I don't try."

He's so damn serious, but who cares about death? I'm just afraid of the people I'd be leaving behind - the people who have been leaning on me to be alive, especially those people on the streets and from the orphanage that I have been supporting for years.

"Should I now beg for my life?"

"Might as well write your last will now."

"Great idea. But I already did."

How could he want me dead this badly?