Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 61
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🔸 Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife:
🔸(Our Lives Behind Closed Doors)🔸
SEASON 2:
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THIRD PERSON’S pov.
Four Months Later<<
“P-please, don’t… argh”
A man released an agonized howl as a blade landed on his back, cutting very deep in his flesh and his blood spilled everywhere.
He weakly gathered himself, and tried to crawl away from the mercilessly blade that was still coming for him, but he wasn’t fast enough because the blade landed on his left leg, and almost cut it off.
His mouth fell open as another agonizing howl emitted from the deepest part of his throat, he turned around and stared pleadingly at the figure towering over him, with anger and thirst for blood hooded in his (the figure’s) narrowed dark eyes.
“Where. Is. My. Fuçking. Money. Rowland?” the figure asked in a very calm, but anger filled voice.
The man (now known as Rowland) shook his head as he crawled away from the figure, until his back met the wall, and he had no where else to run to, or hide.
“Gi-give me some time..” he coughed out some blood. “.. I’ll.. I’ll pay you back, just… Arghhhh” the blade landed on his right shoulder, and his right arm instantly fell off to the ground.
Rowland threw his head back, and continued screaming as great pains shoot all over his body, his blood has formed a small pond by now.
“I have given you enough time, do you think I have so much patience?!” the figure growled.
Rowland shook his head desperately, he opened his mouth to speak, but coughed out blood instead.
Just then the door creaked open, and Fatima walked in with a cellphone.
“Mr Baldwin, your aunt’s calling” she said to the figure, now known as Mr Baldwin.
Mr Baldwin groaned, but turned around and snatched the phone from her, he glared at the screen before bringing it closer to his ear.
“Hello” Mr Baldwin answered, walking four feet away from Rowland.
“Duncan, when are you going to come home?” came a female (aunt’s) voice from the other end. “It’s been three weeks since you last came home, are you gonna continue drowning yourself in alcohol and drugs?”
“Oh, you forgot to add something”
“What?”
Mr Baldwin grinned merely thinking about what he’s about to say.
“Women” his grin widened. “I love women”
“Women?! Have you no shame? Where did all your love for Rachel go after she left?” his aunt scolded him.
He scoffed.
“You’ve said it all, aunt, she left and she’s never coming back” he frown as if he just recalled something. “Why can’t I enjoy myself now that she’s gone?” he frowned even more.
There was a brief silence, and only his aunt’s ragging breath could be heard from the other end.
“I don’t care where you are, what you’re doing or how many women you have around you as we speak.. just get yourself home right now, I have something to discuss with you!” she snapped, and hanged up.
Mr Baldwin shut his eyes for a brief moment, he clenched his jaw and balled his fist tightly, to the extent his knuckles turned white.
He inhaled deeply, turned around and his eyes landed on Rowland who’s whimpering in pain on the ground.
“You know what, you can’t even pay me back my money given your present condition”
He snatched his gun from his back pocket, and aimed it at Rowland who in turn shook his head, and silently but desperately begged Mr Baldwin to spare him his life.
“Let’s just put an end to your misery” he said as he pulled the trigger, sending the bullet straight to Rowland’s forehead.
He threw his phone and gun at Fatima, then headed towards the door.
“Dispose his body” he told some of his men.
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FATIMA’S pov.
“Dispose his body” Mr Baldwin told Mark and Jones as he headed towards the door.
I stared at Rowland’s body, sighed and shook my head sympathetically, he is just another unlucky soul that tasted Mr Baldwin’s exceeding frustration.
It’s been four sad months since Rachel left, and nobody has heard from her.
We searched everywhere for her, we literally searched every state and town in America, but we couldn’t find her, it’s as if she vanished into thin air -I guess she really doesn’t want Mr Baldwin to find her.
But her leaving without a proper goodbye has turned Mr Baldwin into a monster, he’s been killing his debtors and offenders, you don’t step on his toe or you’ve offended him and you’ll apologize to him with your life.
He kills for fun these days, and wouldn’t stop partying, drinking, smoking and drugging himself, he even resorted to womanizer, although he doesn’t fuçk them, but he love keeping them by his side.
He doesn’t even go home anymore, his days are spent in his playroom either killing someone, or torturing them, and his nights are spent in bars, clubs and hotels.
I have been working for him for six years now and I haven’t seen him acting like a beast -no, he’s the real devil right now.
He’s just hurt, and I believe he’s doing all this to force Rachel out, but as the stubborn woman she is, she refused to show up.
I wonder when all this is gonna come to an end, Maybe soon, or never.
“Follow up, Fatima” I heard Mr Baldwin growl from outside.
“Yes, sir” I replied, and jogged towards him -I don’t want to see my head rolling on the ground.
“Where are we headed, sir?” Lucas asked him as he (Mr Baldwin) entered the car.
“Hotel” he replied gruffly.
“Hotel? But nanny Pamela…”
Lucas swallowed his words immediately, and slapped his lips slightly when he received a very harsh glare from Mr Baldwin.
“I’ll be quiet” he cautioned himself, before Mr Baldwin would.
This is how we’ve been living for the past months, we’re always careful around him -Rachel, where the hell are you?
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RACHEL’S pov.
Ding-dong!
My doorbell rang for the uncountable time, but I still didn’t bother to get up. I reached for my pillow and dumped it over my head, then continued sleeping.
But it didn’t take long before my sleep was rudely interrupted, my eyes snapped open when my blanket was ripped off me, and my legs were exposed to the cold breeze blowing in through my opened window, I guess I forgot to shut it last night -again.
“Give it back” I grumbled sleepily.
“Give it back? Have you forgotten you have a doctor’s appointment today?” Asher asked.
“Doctor’s appointment?” I asked him back as I released a yawn.
“Yes, your antenatal”
He emphasized on the word ‘antenatal’, which snatched every pinch of sleepiness away from me, and I jumped out of bed and almost missed my step, but Asher was quick to grab my arms and help me regain my balance.
My eyes zeroed on my alarm clock sitting on the bedside table, and a gasp left my mouth.
“It’s already 10:49am, why didn’t you wake me up earlier?” I asked, indirectly pushing the blame to him as though it’s his responsibility to wake me up.
“Well, I did give your phone one thousand missed calls” he said, then rolled his eyeballs -but he was exaggerating about giving me a thousand missed calls.
I hurried wore my flip-flops, then dashed towards the bathroom and shut the door in a bang to start with my morning routine.
“Easy, you’re six months gone and we don’t want any complications, yeah?” I heard Asher remind me, but I didn’t respond to him.
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Forty-five Minutes Later<<
“Here you go, milady” Asher said, in a very decent British accent as he opened the passenger door, of his car for me.
“Thank you kind sir” I replied in a British accent too, but mine wasn’t as fluent as his.
I got in the car, he helped me with my seatbelt since my baby’s bump is kinda acting like a barrier.
Then he rounded the car and got into the driver’s seat.
“Are you sure you don’t wanna stop at McDonald’s?” he asked.
“Nope, I’m good” I answered.
“But you know skipping meals, especially breakfast isn’t healthy for anyone, then coupled with your condition” his eyes flicked towards my stomach.
“I’m fine, Asher” I assured him. “I don’t wanna eat now because I’m feeling nauseous, I’m scared I’m gonna puke after eating, and you know hard it is to make me stop once I start puking”
TO Be Continued
