Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Wife

Sandro wanted to make it up to her and that’s why he strode out of the room to ensure Elle would change. The maids were occupied in preparing the food before Elle could reach the dining table. ‘I have tackled this situation for now but I won’t be able to hold back Sanro for long. He would definitely find a way to keep me confined for long.’ Elle had placed his phone somewhere on the side table from where Sandro picked it not noticing that the device was missing for a while. ‘I hope that the user, Lucas, has heard and my effort isn’t wasted.’ Elle hoped for the best and at that moment she could only rely on Lucas since the woman couldn’t recall Richardson’s contact. Elle slumped in bed and stared at the roof silently hoping for the best, but she knew before Lucas or anyone could help her the woman had to endure Sandro. The man was becoming crazy over her which was itself not a great thing to bear. She heaved a sigh not knowing what to do next but one thing was clear Elle Romanov was now not going to listen to her heart. “I wish you had improved into a good version Sandro. You could have me if you just walked up to me a few months earlier and hadn’t kidnapped me.” She was still in disbelief that the same man who claimed to never hurt her in any way kidnapped her just to stop her wedding. Alessandro was definitely a changed man no doubt but the improved version was the worst of his. “I just wish you could see the mess you have made Sandro. First you were only a cheater but now you are also a kidnapper!” Elle turned her side as the fluffy mattress of the bed engulfed her to the point that if the mere thing could hug her crestfallen silhouette it would already have embraced Elle in its protective hug. She wrapped her arms around herself and sobbed silently, despite being with the man she once loved Elle could not be happy as she used to be when she was delusional. She bit her lower lip and made sure that no one could hear her voices, Elle didn’t want to face Sandro once again. “Why don’t you just understand this one thing Sandro, there was a reason why I divorced you! Can’t you just swallow the truth that I don’t want to live with you anymore now!?” Elle just wanted to leave and live with Richardson, her fiance who had been finding her everywhere. The woman turned over her tummy and hid her face in the pillow which absorbed her tears. On the other hand Sandro was present in the kitchen and supervised the preparation of food carefully, he didn’t want to upset Elle or to feed her something to which she was allergic. He had known everything about her not because he had loved her before dearly, but since they both were living under one roof that it wasn’t hard for him to figure out her likes and dislikes. But perhaps he failed to see it that the woman hated him the most and Sandro should stop doing things which would carve a bad image of him in Elle’ mind. ‘This should be good, it tastes just like the one Elle loves to eat.’ He tasted the soup himself while the kitchen staff was dumbfounded to spot Alessandro Petrakis in the kitchen. And what made them nearly faint was his supervision. The man had never been bothered what to eat or what to avoid, he never made a fuss about anything that’s why their faces were stunned and horror stricken upon seeing him. ‘Everything is set now. I should call Elle for food, she must be hungry after so many hours.’ Sandro approved the food and flavouring, the man ordered to set the table. He headed towards the room to call her, the whole damned castle was empty and silence was hovering around with the utmost horror movie vibes resonating from every possible arcade. Sandro was immersed in his own thoughts, suspecting and questioning about her comfy-ness. ‘I wonder if she liked the room, I renovated it to her liking just to make Elle feel at home.’ He shook his head and decided to ask Elle directly if she wanted to do some changes or anything she desired. The man was about to knock at the door when it opened, the sight in front of him only made him gasp!Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.