Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 90

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🔸 Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife:

🔸(Our Lives Behind Closed Doors)🔸

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THIRD PERSON’S pov.

“Arghhhh!”

Asher’s mouth fell open as he released a loud scream, with his face red and spit dribbling as Mr Baldwin stabbed the knife he’s holding in his (Asher’s) chest.

Mr Baldwin stared excitedly at Asher, his ears pricked up as he was enjoying Asher’s scream and he couldn’t help the satisfying smirk that crept up his face.

“Wow, diçkhead, you’ve got such a loud voice there” he said.

Asher raised his head slightly and glared murderously at Mr Baldwin, but he let out another scream as Mr Baldwin pulled the knife from his chest and slashed his face carelessly, resulted to his upper lip cutting in two.

Mr Baldwin let out a loud satisfying laugh, and nodded in appreciation.

“I didn’t know I’m such a great artist” he said, facing his men and they joined in his laughter.

“Fuçk!” Asher growled. “Unchain me, and I’m gonna kill you!” he gritted out, with mouthful of blood which made his teeth red, and disgusting to look at.

Mr Baldwin leaned forward, he turned his right ear slightly towards Asher’s mouth as though he’s trying to listen to some secret.

“Huh? What are you saying, honey? Did you say fack or fuçk?” he asked mockingly, since Asher’s words aren’t clear because of his upper lip that split in two.

He (Mr Baldwin) faced his men with a questioning and confused expression.

“What is he speaking? Spanish or gibberish?”

Lucas twisted his lips as if he’s seriously thinking about the answer.

“I think he’s speaking gibberish” he answered.

Mr Baldwin sighed and shook his head, then turned back to Asher who’s still glaring at him.

“You know, this is America, you either speak English or Spanish”

He stepped closer and began trailing the tip of his knife from Asher’s chest down to his waistline, as though he’s drawing a sketch or something.

“Honey, I don’t understand gibberish, I only….” he paused and stared seriously at Asher.

He took a step back and continued staring at him for a moment, then grinned widely.

“Do you know you’re seducing me right now?” he asked.

His men paused briefly, then started exchanging looks amongst themselves, as they wondered why their boss would say Asher’s seducing him when he isn’t gay.

“I’m falling in love with the way your blood is flowing all over your body, I’m falling in love with the way your face’s pancaked with your blood, and your lip…oh” he shut his eyes and licked his lips. “They’re fuçking so tempting, and I really wanna continue cutting and slicing them!”

Some of his men shuddered and cringed at his obsession for violence, even Lucas glanced twice at him and took a few steps away from him, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d get the same treatment if he decides to court Fatima against Mr Baldwin’s wish.

“Now I understand why he’s the lord” he muttered under his breath.

Mr Baldwin snapped his eyes open, and cleared his throat.

“Let’s get back to rehearsal”

With that he stabbed his knife back in the same spot he stabbed it in the first time, making Asher balled his fist, and howl agonizingly as pain shot through his tissues.

“Music to my ears” Mr Baldwin purred. “But unfortunately, your voice is still sounding a little bit hoarse” he sighed. “But, we can always help you adjust it”

Then, he mercilessly began dragging the knife from Asher’s chest, down to his waistline, following the exact line he’s sketched earlier -the knife was cutting so deep, as though he’s curving a mark on a tree.

“Kill me now! Kill me!” Asher yelled.

Mr Baldwin stopped abruptly, and frowned.

“Kill you?” he shook his head. “I promised my heartbeat that I wouldn’t kill you, how dare you suggest that I should break my promise?” he glared at Asher.

He turned away and walked towards the tools table, he stared at his tools for a moment, wondering which tool to use this time.

“Hmm” he pouted his lips briefly. “Let’s go by this!” then he reached for a whip covered in thorns.

He held it tightly and walked back to Asher.

“I wanna kill you, I really wanna kill you right now, and you’re making it very difficult for me to refrain myself”

“Kill me now, or you’ll have regrets later because I’ll soon be rescued from here, and I’ll come take what’s mine”

“What’s yours?”

“Yes” Asher answered. “Rachel is mine, we’re meant to be together… ”

“Shut up!”

Mr Baldwin growled as he landed the whip on Asher’s chest, making sure the thorns cut deeper in his flesh.

Asher grinded his teeth together as he inhaled deeply, and tried to hold back his screams to hide his pain.
He looked in Mr Baldwin’s eyes and chuckled dryly.

“Do you know how much I enjoyed taking a peek at her while she takes her bath? Do you know how turn on I get everytime I watch her dress? Do you wanna know how many times I… ”

“I. Said. Shut. Up!” Mr Baldwin growled again.

He snatched his knife from the ground, and stabbed Asher’s stomach a few times.

“How dare you?! How dare you say my wife’s name with your filthy mouth?! How you peek at my woman?!”

Asher forced out a laugh, he weakly raised his head and looked in Mr Baldwin’s eyes again.

“What now? Are you jealous?” he coughed and spat out some blood. “Don’t you want me to tell she loved asking me for a massage every and any time she’s having a sore neck, or feeling tired in her legs?”

Mr Baldwin glared at Asher as he was saying those words, he balled his fist as the scenarios of his wife asking another man for help kept playing in his head, and he felt an uncontrollable anger surged through his veins.

He was breathing fast, and could barely control himself as he felt the urge to shoot Asher’s brains, and end Asher’s life right here.

He grabbed the whip, and continuously whipped him for a few moments, then stopped when he’s calm down a little bit.

“Do you know how far my wife and I come? Do you know what we’ve been through together?! How dare you say she’s yours?!”

He grabbed Asher’s face, slammed Asher’s head against the pole he was chained against, and threw his whip on the ground, then pushed his hair back in frustration.

“I wanna smoke, I wanna smoke!” he growled as he scratched his throat outwardly.

Lucas rushed forward and handed him a cigarette and lighter, Mr Baldwin brought the cigarette to his lips and held it between his teeth, then light it up and inhaled a large amount of smoke.

He threw his head back, closed his eyes and puffed out the smoke slowly.

“Plug my irons!” he yelled randomly at one of his men. “How dare you claim my wife is yours? How dare you peek at my wife while she’s in the shower?!Huh?!”

He walked closer to Asher, held his chin and looked in Asher’s eyes which could barely open at the moment, but Mr Baldwin cared less.

“Listen, there’s only one thing out of the million things I own, that I won’t ever think of sharing with anyone, and that’s MY WIFE!” he growled.

Asher spat on Mr Baldwin’s face, which made Mr Baldwin narrow his eyes and clenched his jaw.

“I was thinking I’d go easy on you because of my heartbeat, but not anymore”

“Boss, here are your irons” Lucas said, and stretched two irons towards Mr Baldwin -one of their men was also holding another iron.

Mr Baldwin stared at it, and smirked when he saw it’s brewing smoke.

“I’ll make you wish for death” then he snatched one of the irons from Lucas, and stamped the hot iron on Asher’s already badly hurt chest.

Asher’s mouth fell open as he released a loud scream, and his screams just seemed to make Mr Baldwin happy.

“Scream louder!”

He collected the second iron from Lucas and stamped it on Asher’s stomach, which increased the volume of Asher’s scream.

“You can sing better than this, honey!”

Mr Baldwin collected the last iron from the other man, and stamped it on Asher’s lower body -his manhood’s area.

Asher’s body started juddering and his teeth grinded against each other, as the current in his body was too much for him to handle.. soon, he passed out and it was silent.

“Awwwn, our rehearsal was just getting started” Mr Baldwin complained as he stared at Asher’s passed out face. “Lucas, get me a bucket of hot water” he pouted his lips as he said these words.

“Yes, sir”

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RACHEL’S pov.

Baldwin’s Mansion, LA<<

Ding~Ding, the doorbell rang loudly.

“I’ll get it” I said as nanny Pamela made to get up.

I dropped the plate of watermelon that was sitting on my laps on the table, sprang off the sofa and hurried towards the door because it wouldn’t stop ringing -I guess whoever is standing outside the door is quite impatient.

Finally, I reached the door and flung it open, and…

“Hello!!” welcomed me.

“Jesus! Argh” I released a squeal immediately I saw Mike and Jacinta waving at me with big smiles.

Without saying another word, I grabbed Jacinta and pulled her into a bone crushing hug -well, we can’t really call it a bone crushing hug because my big baby bump was kinda pushing her back, but I’m hugging her as tight as any pregnant woman would.

“Longest time, I missed y’all” I said.

“We missed you, little miss preggie” she replied, and pulled away from the hug.

“Please come in, come in guys” I invited them in, but Mike cleared his throat and I faced him.

“I’m sorry girls, but I can’t join in this reunion today” he said.

“Why?” I asked.

He raised his left hand and looked at his wristwatch with a small frown.

“I have an appointment to catch, and I’m running late as it is” he explained.

I was about saying something, but Jacinta scoffed and angrily stormed in, leaving me and Mike behind.

“What’s going on?” I asked Mike.

He glanced at Jacinta inside my living room, and shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t know” he answered.

I narrowed my eyes at his reply.

“You don’t know? Your wife is mad at you, and you’re saying you don’t know why she’s mad at you?” I queried him.

“She’s snapping at me for every slight mistake, and nothing I do impresses her anymore”

I frowned and glanced at Jacinta, but she wasn’t even looking at our direction, she’s talking with nanny Pamela.

“Have you tried talking to her about her recent temperament?”

“Yeah, but she wouldn’t even say why she’s angry at me” he pumped his cheeks and puffed out some air. “I really don’t know what’s wrong with her, do you think marrying her was a mistake?”

I placed a finger on his lips, and threw him a glare.

“Never say marrying your wife was a mistake” I scolded him.

He sighed, and removed my finger from his lips.

“Don’t let her know about this, but I brought her here so you can talk to her, and find out why she’s been acting weird” he paused. “Maybe she’s gonna feel more comfortable talking to you about it”

I sighed and nodded.

“Alright, go on with your work” I said, and nodded at his wristwatch, silently reminding him of his appointment.

“Hm” he hummed and nodded. “I’ll drop by later to pick her up”

I raised a questioning brow at him.

“Pick her up? Isn’t your house just two poles away from mine?”

“Oh, yeah”

“Oh, yeah” I mocked him, and we laughed shortly. “Go on” I said as I turned around, and entered my home.

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TO Be Continued