Sold To Mr President

Ruby hanged her clothe on the stick beside the door, Although it was warm here, being around Ethan always made her feel cool. Ethan had allowed her for a second but the look on his face showed that he had not completely forgiven her.

He had anger issues, and when heightened especially with the people he deals with at the club and contracts too, he resigns home to lay that anger on Ruby.

Tonight, Ruby was dressed in a purple satin gown that arrived below her knew exposing part of the slender straight legs. She got confused on what to do now especially as Ethan had returned to the couch sitting there as if he expected a visitor. She had not noticed that she had stood at the center of the room glaring at him.

Although Ethan had truncated her life and existence from the world, she hadn’t mind. After she had been abducted from her hometown, Ethan had brought her to Douala which is a two days journey from her home.

No one had ever put up an advert looking for her, no one ever even cares about her in Buea, she hated that fact so much. But she didn’t mind nonetheless, she had no family to care for back at Buea apart from herself, moving to Douala, therefore, was meaningless to her.

Here, she cooked for Ethan, washed his clothes, pressed them on the iron, and always made sure that he was on point for his meeting. What did she get from all this? a roof over her head and her life. So far, she enjoyed it and resigned to living her life with this beast.

She had been captured in her mind staring at Ethan cluelessly till his harsh baritone penetrated her eardrums.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“Ruby, I’ll advise you to live that place and go to the kitchen, where you belong, I am damn hungry and unless you’ve forgotten, I’ll serve you as diner if I don’t have an appropriate meal,” he blurted out scaring her.

Flinching in fright, she was scared of facing Ethan’s wrath once more.

“I am sorry, what will you like for breakfast?” she asked wanting to ease him.

Ethan did not have her time, rather, as a response, he sent his hand in the pocket of his denim jacket, brought out a packet of cigarettes, picked out one from the five sticks remaining in it. Scrubbing the lighter to ignite flames, he lit his cigarette.

Ruby stood there wanting to repeat her question but sort it wise to keep her mouth shut especially as she didn’t want to suffer more pains from this brute.

Ethan had a long draw from his addiction, removed the stock from his mouth then puffed out the huge air towards Ruby as if they were bullets aimed to stroke her heart.

Starting at her with disgust, he let out, “It seems like common sense has left your head and it has constantly been replaced with stupidity. If you want to know what I will have for diner, then I’ll tell you. Ruby, serve me anything that is not you and edible. You have half an hour to do so, let a second not add on the set time,”

The temerity of his words made Ruby scurry off into the room, as she made way to have her master’s meal done.

In the living room, Ethan walked towards the corner of the large room where his wine bar stood with over hundreds of alcoholic drinks rested, waiting for him to taste them.

Choosing a rare brand of whiskey__Jack Daniels, he added three ice blocks in the glass before pouring himself a thin layer of the liquid in the glass. Sipping the liquid, he shook his head from left I right willing himself that is okay to have that kind of reaction.

The only word that breathes in his mind was “Money” he always needed more money, although he was rich, owned a mansion at Bonanjo the briskest place in Douala where only his kind lived.

So far, he could be proud of being part of the most deadly and dangerous Mafia group in town.

The red feathers are made up of three gang leaders, the highest being Mr. Oscar Williams. He owns them all, and they all do his dirty jobs. Rich, powerful, deadly, and aims at retaining his position as the head.

Ethan was the second in command, and lastly, there was Abel Scott, in charge of raising men to do the jobs for the team.

The most reason why Ethan was called “The missile,” is because he is always on point. He clears every trace of being a suspect and once he shoots, it’s clear, there is no turning point for the culprit, it is either he dies or he dies. They always die so there is no option for a second thought or a compromise.

Heaving a sigh, he scratched the scalp of his head while waiting for Ruby to serve his meal.

Even though Ethan was evil and considered heartless, he always has the urge to restrain himself from killing Ruby, this is the only lady he has succeeded in protecting for two years. Unlike her, Ethan had wiped off any traces of his previous affairs with ladies especially does who had helped him attain his goal. They always ended up being discovered in water faraway in a distant place after all the signs of murder are cleared up, or buried in the forest miles away from the town.

Ethan has never given anyone any reason to suspect him, he plans on exterminating Ruby’s life is always truncated whenever he returns and finds out how useful she had been to him. A warm meal and some bed sports every night were enough to keep his mind away from putting a bullet in her skull.

Ethan wondered about everything yet nothing as he thought about how frightened he had been when he had returned and not found Ruby at home. He had inflicted so much pain and fear in her life so much that trying to escape is tantamount to death.

Something she hasn’t planned for.