His Ex Wife

Chapter 24: I love her

Flashback

Mariella had gotten home early that day, since she had bunked half the day anyway at school, she had thought that she would just get inside her room before her father got home and just think, think about all that happened recently, think about Iyan.

Whenever his name came to her mind, her stomach filled with butterflies, his possessive touch, the kiss they shared, the feelings she felt he had for her…it was too much to absorb, something about the way he felt for her, just drew her more to him every single time she thought of him.

But today was not the day she could think of all this. Rupert had already been home. In fact, he sat in anticipation waiting for her to get home, he was sitting on the lengthy L-shaped couch of the palatial living room of his villa. It was completely mental to think of, but Rupert had finished work all too early today just to get home and confront his daughter about that boy he had seen in the morning. Thinking about him even being close to Mariella made his blood boil, she was only his.

As soon as Mariella turned the keys of her house and opened the door, Rupert stood up, alert and attentive to the noise the old wooden main door of the house made as it opened. She locked the door now, completely unaware of the man standing behind her. Rupert was very sneaky, probably due to his profession too.

Before she could even turn around, Rupert twisted her arm from behind and planked her forcefully against that wooden door, her back facing him.

Mariella winced in pain as his grip on her arm tightened to not let her move at all, Rupert was a previously army trained professional, his grip could not be escaped or broken until he allowed for it. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

He grew close to her ear and asked her in his husky and deep voice, “Who was that boy that came to you in the morning?”

Small beads of sweat formed on her forehead and her heartbeat raced inside her chest, pounding uncontrollably. She was still recovering from the shock as she managed to say in pain of her arm still held in his extremely tight grip, “He is just a classmate father…I don’t know him…”

“Tell me the truth bitch!” he shouted in her ear and twisted her arm further as he drew in dangerously close to her.

Mariella was crying by now, still wincing in pain, hot tears flowed down her red-hot cheeks as she defended herself, “I am telling you the truth, please let me go…” she could not stop crying.

Rupert could not sense if she was telling the truth, but he buried his face inside her crux of her bony neck, she smelled so good, he wanted her beneath him right now, screaming in pain.

“Get this straight inside your head, you are mine and only mine! Nothing will change this!” he let out as he started licking her ear, his grip still tight on her arm and she shrunk to the agony, her heart still racing.

This man struck fear inside her heart but right now, all she felt was disgust, she was disgusted to stand here, with him having all control over her body and the pain she felt was not only physical, but her pain was also all withheld in her heart, a heart that could no longer love or feel anything other than torment, horror, and misery. At the mere mention of this man.

As his other hand lingered the back of her dress and caressed the back of her bra and then her hips, he loosened his grip on Mariella’s arm and his hand started groping her breasts from the front in an unsatiable thirst.

However, Mariella now felt sick to the core, her tears flowed endlessly at her vulnerability to stop all this from happening again. She wished she could just get one chance, she wanted to flee from this man, far, far away. Even that was not possible, Rupert Lewis was indeed her legal guardian after her

mother’s death, she would be his responsibility until she turned 18 and she could hardly wait for that day.

His hands now snatched her backpack and threw it away as he hungrily pressed himself against her; she tried to fight against his grip on her and get free of his hold but failed miserably against his mighty grip. Suddenly, she experienced an unexpected nausea and she collapsed in Rupert’s hands, losing all conscience…

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Iyan stood underneath her house now. He had been trying her cell since he had been looking for her in the afternoon now. But no response, her phone was still switched off.

He could not even wait any longer, he knew what he had to do to see her once more.

Iyan had mounted the gate of the bungalow she lived in, without making any noise and once he was in, he tried to figure out which window was hers. All windows of the bungalow were wide enough to let a man climb inside but all of them were covered with thick curtains drawn over them and they were all dark anyway.

Except for one window.

Iyan decided to climb to the first floor to see if it was Mariella’s room. He did get the thought that it was probably not the right thing to do but if he had to be there for her, he would do anything to fulfill his words, even if that meant climbing her window at 1 am in the middle of the night.

With some difficulty, he was even able to climb up the first floor and there he saw her, lying inside her bed peacefully. Though what surprised him was that she was still wearing the uniform that she had been wearing in the morning when he had last seen her.

He wondered if she was okay and after some peeking to ensure she was all alone, he opened the window and stealthily got inside. The room of her door was closed but the first thing he did was lock it anyway just in case her dad decided to drop by.

After that, he sat down on the edge of her king-sized bed as he watched her, she was in a deep slumber. He got a bit closer to her and placed his right hand over her forehead to see if she had any fever and he realized that her body had been burning up. Her golden hair was a mess and her cheeks had been hot and slightly pink, and her forehead was also hot. She seemed to be having a high temperature. It worried him even more.

Iyan quickly got up and covered her with the thick quilt that laid on one side of her bed. He didn’t want her to get worried about exams or practically anything at all. He could easily make her pass those, even if anything else would bother her, he would be there as a shield before anything got to her.

He held her palm in his and caressed her hand, he wanted her to get better. If there was anything she would have asked for, he would have made sure he gave it to her. Iyan was not the type of guy who relied on his parents’ wealth; he believed in himself, and he knew that he would be able to do pretty good on his own.

But looking at Mariella and how attached he had grown with her; he had this faint idea in his mind that life could become a lot better if he could have her with him in the future. He could already picture her in his future plans, maybe even as a life partner, it was probably too intense he knew but his feeling was just as strong as well.

That’s when he realized, he loved her.