Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Wife

Elle approached the table, the whole hall was decorated in golden furniture and the curtains were contrasted with cream shade. Elle knew at first glance that Sandro had intended to give the look of her dream home to the very certain villa. However in that moment she felt disgusted and helpless upon the sight, perhaps hatred was a stronger gesture compared to love, how easily and hurriedly Elle’s emotions towards Sandro changed, it was unbelievable as well as understandable. The woman strode towards the chair after inspecting the whole hall, she intended to see any ‘loophole’ in his plan, something which she could use to her advantage to escape from the villa. Elle was welcomed by the jury of maid and man servants, all were secretly reunited only to help and serve Elle, the man did not want to give her any discomfort, however Sandro forgot how terribly and constantly he had been torturing her emotionally and mentally. ‘I hope you really see how much of a mess you are now, Sandro. You have to see that I don’t want to live with you. We do not belong to each other now.’ Elle wished for some miracle in her heart, while hoping for Lucas (his brother) to step in to save her. She didn’t want to enrage Sandro, suspecting that he might end up hurting her, although she knew he had never slapped or physically hurt Elle in the past. But now things were different, the man had finally gotten his hands over her and now didn’t want to let her go. ‘I have to hold on till any sign of escapism, or else he will end up doing something stupid which we both regret later. I have to hold back from making him angry.’ Elle figured out the things sooner than she expected from herself, however she recovered from the trauma of being kidnapped hurriedly. Maybe that was somewhat related to ‘her knowing Sandro’, but the current behaviour of hers also justified the very same emotions. Sandro approved her from behind and pulled the hair out, Elle just smiled briefly so as not to seem fake. He didn’t want to awkward the situation even more, hence he took his emotions under check. He wanted to lean in and peck her side of the neck but the man understood the need to stay calm and keep his emotions confined. He could not risk losing Elle just because of his rash behaviour towards her as he acted before. The man smiled and left a gentle pat on her head and walked towards the other side of the huge ass dining table. Elle saw the cutlery was expensive and the collection of some brand which she used to love. The woman gently brushed her fingers over the fork and then touched the top of the long stem glass with her index finger, the golden carving of the cutlery fely beautiful compared to the cream shaded table cloth. “Serve the food, please.” He instructed to the maid standing nearby clad in black and white, Sandro could see all the staff was eagerly waiting for him to be happy. The man could sense that the whole staff was stiffened and he could hear their breaths too if wanted. But the whole servitude knew that their boss was not a cruel one rather an understanding man. What they all did not know was his past, his mistakes and what kind of man he was before. Elle noticed that all the dishes were specifically made what she liked, even the juices were chosen according to her choice. Sandro wanted to give her everything he could not back then when he worked as mere waiter. ‘He… he did all this for me?’ Elle could not help but to consider the fact that he had gone through each and every detail about her, she despised Sandro but in that moment the woman was moved by his efforts. The maid placed her fettuccine Alfredo pasta on the table which reminded Elle of the day when they both were together. She could not hold back her emotions and a tear crawled down her cheek, which made Sandro worried immediately that he shot up from his seat. “Hey, hey, what happened? I… don’t you like it anymore now?” He assumed that the particular pasta reminded her of some bad incident or something which she hated. Sandrdo had no clue that it made her recall the day when she decided to split with him. “I… it’s not like that, I’m eating it after a long time. That’s why it made me teary, we used to have it together.” Elle lied to him partially with her softened expressions which made Sandro believe that she truly forgave him and now was back with her. They were a couple now, the thought lingered in his head which elated the man after she mentioned some past romantic moment. “It’s okay, bunny. We can have it frequently if you wish to.” Sandro suggested and reached for some pasta to feed her, he wanted to show his affection to her. The whole staff present in the hall as audience suppressed their ‘awe smiles.’ Whereas the gesture she once loved was now what Elle hated the most, she wanted to jerk his hand but knowing the possible worst consequences she opened her mouth reluctantly to be fed by Sandro. The lady smiled while wondering how come love can easily turn into hatred just by certain chosen acts. Elle acted happy after wiping her tears as she saw the man servant bringing a chair close to her seat. Sandro sat besides her to feed Elle by his own hands, which made the woman wonder about something certain. ‘All the food is made by these people, it seems they are working for him since long. I can’t poison him to escape, Sandro will catch the culprit imminently.’ The woman planned to poison him at first when she find out that there was almost no escape from the villa until Sandro was around. Hence she planned to poison him so she could create the situation and take him to hospital. 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