THE BILLIONAIRE'S UNEXPECTED WIFE - CHAPTER 57&58
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Alyssa’s legs felt heavy, but she kept running, running for her dear life without even looking back or even getting the chance to know where she is.
As she ran, she could hear his laughter, and it only ignited speed in her so she’d run faster. Despite her tied hands, she still ran not until she bumped into a container.
Godfather Marcelo inched closer and her eyes widened. “N..No, No. No.” She shook her head. Her tied hands were preventing her from removing the container in her way but at last, she did… Still running.
Suddenly, a shadow appeared in front of her, causing her to halt in her tracks, her eyes widened and watery.
“Caught you!” Came Godfather Marcelo’s voice as he tugged at her hair, dragging her to his body.
“No! Please help! Help!” She screamed, throwing her legs in the air and that’s the more she cracked up.
“Stop screaming because it’s useless. No one will come and rescue you!” He barked at her, pulling her into another corner. Alyssa made to run again, but he sent a kick to her tummy, making her crumble in pains as he brought out a revolver.
“Move again, I dare you.” He glared, and she shivered, her eyes petrified at the revolver he held. He smirked, seeing he has gotten her where he wanted.
Slowly, he bent to her level, his hand moving to stroke her hair, but she spat on him instead. “Don’t touch me!”
Godfather Marcelo looked at her masterpiece on his hand and gave an Irish grin. The next moment, he smashed her face with his hand, causing blood to ooze out of her nostrils.
“If you know you don’t value your life, stop me again.” He uttered, and Alyssa whimpered, tears brimming in her eyes with regret as he stroked her hair again.
“Oh dear, Alyssa. The sister of Ava,” He sang, still stroking her hair and irritation stirred up in her. She wanted to punch this man and flee away.
“Who are you?” She finally asked, and he glanced down at her, the same mischievous smirk on his face. ”I thought you wouldn’t ask that…”
“Do you know who you ki||ed recently?” He asked knowingly, still stroking her hair, and she shuddered, her nerves flaying when she thought about Daniel. That’s when it occurred to her that he’s Godfather Marcelo, Daniel has once mentioned to her about.
“G-Godfather?”
The usual smirk again. “That’s right, nice meeting you.”
Something felt off about him and she didn’t like it. She badly wanted to leave here but at same time, she couldn’t escape him.
“Please… Let me go. Please,” She cried out, tears pouring out of her eyes. He placed his hand on his chest, bringing out his bottom lip in a mocking way, “Do you want to leave?”
“Please, let me go!” She whimpered, almost at the verge of seeing stars as he grabbed her throat, raising her up in his fold as he choked the life out of her.
Alyssa tried to slap his hand off her neck, her legs flying in the air, but they were all useless —Her face was getting red, her windpipe close to blockage.
“P-P-Please,” She tried to speak as he kept pressing harder.
“Oh, you want to play another game, baby?” He asked again and without thinking, she nodded severely. He chuckled, slowly releasing her as she coughed out.
“It’s hide and seek again. But this time, it’s going to be different…” He paused, and Alyssa shivered in fear when he leaned into her ears.
“If I catch you, I’ll ki|| you. Now, run!” He whispered. It didn’t take another minute before she took to her heels again, gathering all the strength in her to run… Run far away from this scary man.
As she ran, tears couldn’t stop leaving her eyes and that’s the more her vision gets blurry, but she wouldn’t mind. She has to leave this place.
The images of Daniel’s death kept taunting her as she kept running. ‘Right, run, Alyssa… Run’ Daniel’s voice sparked in her head and she cried harder.
“Please, please, please.” She whispered. It looked like her prayers were answered because the next moment, she was outside the warehouse, but her hopes got lowered when she nearly ran into a guy.
“Hey, you!” He tried to create a scenario, but she was smart enough to hit him with a plank, sending him unconscious on the floor. Fortunately, his cellphone was half-pulled out so she quickly took it, thinking of the only one person she could call.
Ava.
The unusual surrounding wasn’t welcoming to her at all, and she wouldn’t stop praying silently to leave before she runs into Godfather Marcelo again.
After the third round, Ava finally answered.
“A-Ava?” Came her shaky voice.
“Alyssa?”
“Ava, please come help me. I don’t know where I am right now, but someone is trying to ki|| me. Please come help me, Ava.” She cried, still running even though she was tired —She wasn’t ready to succumb into tiredness.
“Alyssa where are you right now?” Ava’s voice came from the other end, laced with worries. Alyssa sniffled, stopping at one particular point to look around where she was. It looks like a deserted street, the warehouse not quite far behind her.
“I don’t know but I think Boomerang. Just please come help me, Ava. Someone wants to ki|| me,”
“Who?” Ava tensed.
“I-I think his name is G-, Godfather Marcelo,” She stammered, this time around she was limping.
Ava didn’t say anything else and hung up on her as Alyssa cried. Almost immediately, sudden mighty hands caged her from behind, making her voice a muffle.
“Shhh. Don’t be loud,” A familiar voice whispered, and her eyes went triple wide when recognized who it was.
“G-Godfather?”
“You think you could get away from me, huh?” He laughed sarcastically, tightening his hold on her trachea and Alyssa could swear she saw stars.
“Let me go! Let me go!!!!”
“You know I sincerely wish you’d just close your mouth and watchful yourself getting burnt into ashes other than-” He hasn’t finished talking when the police sirens echoed around.
“$h|t!” He caused and quickly freed her, but before that, he punched her hard, sending her unconscious on the ground again as he ran away.
The siren got closer and that’s the more he ran only to be stopped by sudden claps from the shadows, causing him to halt.
He gritted his teething, balling his fist as he slowly turned to look around to see Aurelio —Surprisingly, his shirt was stained with blood. Silvia’s blood, actually.
After much torture, requesting for all the truths, Silvia finally spewed everything before passing away.
“Where do you think you’re going, Godfather?” He asked knowingly and Marcelo paused for a while, unfazed.
“You finally grew to be wise, Aurelio. I’m proud of you,” He smiled like a psycho and Aurelio stared at him with disgust.
“I never expected all this from you, Godfather…”
“Why? Because you trusted me foolishly just like how your parents did?!” Godfather Marcelo cut him off, splaying his hands wide like someone who’d ordained victory.
“So it’s true… You really ki||ed them,” Aurelio muttered, his eyes softening as he held his gun firm and Marcelo laughed.
“Oh, please. Don’t act like I didn’t take care of you until this level of your success.”
“What success?! By planning to ki|| the people, I love?! By planning to take all that was mine?! Well, sorry to burst your bubbles, but I got tabs on all your operations and business and right now, believe me when I say the police had invaded all and arrested your men! Where else can you run to now?” Aurelio whisper-yelled, taking him aback.
Godfather Marcelo’s mouth fell open as he stared at Aurelio who smirked. “No… You can’t,”
“And why?” Aurelio grinned, slowly pointing his gun upward at him. The shock on Godfather Marcelo’s face was exchanged with a slight grin.
“So now you want to ki|| me? That’s not fair, you know. You didn’t even play fair and well,” Godfather Marcelo replied.
Aurelio frowned, Ç0ç?ing the gun. “Where’s Alyssa? What did you to her?” He questioned and the next minute Marcelo was laughing.
“Oh now, trying to act like the hero? Too bad, I don’t know where she might have gone to,” Marcelo replied, smiling creepily and Aurelio scoffed.
“You won’t escape today, Marcelo.”
“Bad manners, bad manners boy.” Godfather Marcelo tsk, shaking his head. “Don’t f-__-king play with me, Marcelo!”
“Let’s play a nice and fair game, why don’t you drop that gun and show me your hidden ski||s? Cool right?”
Subconsciously, Marcelo kept talking and that’s the more he slowly started walking towards Aurelio’s direction.
“I ki||ed your parents because they were stupid..”
He moved again.
“I ki||ed them because they took me like their doll and slave…”
Another movement again.
“They never helped him despite I was friends with them…”
He inched closer to him again and this time, Aurelio was at the verge of tears as his heart constricted with pain.
“I ki||ed them because they were worthless. You never for once, even get to think why I never wanted to hand over the business to you, but it happened that you even got your own business.” With that said, suddenly, he kicked the gun away from his hold and before Aurelio could pick it back up, he sent a kick at his chest, throwing him against a wall.
“You think you can defeat me? The nerve of you, little boy. Is this how you repay me for being good?”
“Good? You’re never a good man, Marcelo!” Aurelio yelled, trying to get up again, but Marcelo had him down, the dole of his shoe slamming his chest and Aurelio yelped out —The aching tripled.
“f-__-k!!!!!”
“Right, scream harder, boy. You need to learn lessons, don’t you think?” Marcelo slurred, still pressing his chest with his shoes as he slowly picked up the gun..
“What’s your last wish before I render you some lessons?” He added, smirking dangerously. Beads of sweats cascaded Aurelio’s forehead as he dried to hold Marcelo’s shoe which was aiming for his chest.
“Just ki|| me already!!!!”
“That’s not going to come easy, boy. First, you need to learn some lessons for repaying me with bad deeds,”
“You’re demented! You’re deranged!” He shouted. That angered Godfather Marcelo as he pressed harder on his chest.
“f-__-king hell!!!!”
“d@mn, you’re just like your parents. Always resisting when you’ll succumb to it at last!” Marcelo barked.
Sudden silence rented the room as he held the barrel, Ç0ç?ing the gun, and Aurelio paused… If this was going to be the last day on earth, he just wished for only one thing—Ava’s safety.
But the unexpected happened when someone’s voice echoed the place.
“Take your leg off his chest. Now!!!”
They both turned in the direction and Aurelio’s eyes widened when he saw her.
Ava!
Her hands were shaky on the gun she held, tears cascading her cheeks.
Marcelo grinned widely. “Good. It’s now the two couples I’ll enjoy ki||ing,”
“Get away from him!!!” She screamed again, her voice laced with shakiness.
“No… Ava, Ava, please listen and get away from here. You shouldn’t be here…” Aurelio trailed off when Marcelo pressed harder on his chest.
“You don’t get to talk, boy!”
Shakily, Ava Ç0ç?ed the gun, sliding to pull the trigger as her heart pounded in her chest.
“Come on, girl. You aren’t a murderer you know. You don’t have to this,” Marcelo uttered.
“Ava..” Aurelio whispered, his vision starting to get blurry, and the only thing he could hear before succumbing into oblivion was a gunshot… Twice.
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