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🔸 Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife:

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THIRD PERSON’S pov.

Asher’s home<<

It’s just 6am, but Asher wouldn’t stop staring outside the window as though he’s waiting for someone, he reached for his phone and stared at a number (Rachel’s number) for a moment, he was contemplating wether to dial it, or just leave it because he might disturb her sleep.

There were bags under his eyes, his hair was disheveled as though he’s being running his fingers through it -just one look at him, and one would know he didn’t had a good night sleep.

Just at that moment of his dilemma, his phone started ringing and his brother’s name popped up.

He groaned inwardly, but picked up anyway.

“Good morning, brother” Mike’s voice came up.

“Morning, Mike” Asher replied, he leaned on the window’s frame, and focused his eyes outside.

“Uh, is Rachel awake yet?” Mike asked. “I have something to tell her”

Asher rolled his eyeballs.

“I don’t have an answer to your question” he answered.

“You don’t have an answer…wait, what’s that supposed to mean? Where’s Rachel?”

Asher let out a sigh, and shrugged his shoulders even though he knew Mike wouldn’t see him.

“Did you two have a quarrel? Did she move out?”

“Well, she… ”

“Well, she what?” Mike cut in. “I fuçking told you to take care of her, she’s pregnant and it wouldn’t be nice if she lives alone. What if she has an emergency? What’s she gonna do on her own?”

Asher scoffed at Mike’s reaction.

“It would be nice if she’s this worried about herself, can you believe she ran right into her husband’s.. no, ex-husband’s arms immediately he showed up?”

“Her husband?” Mike asked.

“Fuçking yes, the douchebag suddenly showed up yesterday, and she didn’t waste any time rushing back to him!” Asher spat out, with jealousy dripping off each of his words.

Mike laughed at his brother’s tone.

“Well, I guess she’s gonna forgive him sooner than I thought”

“Forgive him?!”

“Yeah”

“No, I’m not gonna let that happen, she can’t forgive him!”

“But you both made it sounded like it’s impossible for she and her husband to get back together…”

“Asher, it’s normal for couples to have misunderstandings every now and then, but that doesn’t mean their marriage’s gonna collapse.. ” Mike trailed off and paused briefly. “.. wait, are you in love with her?”

“Fuçk yeah”

“You’re in love with her? After spending just four months with her?” Mike chuckled. “Are you ok? You better back off, she’s not yours!”

Asher’s brows furrowed, and he clenched his jaws tightly.

“I should back off? After all I’ve done for her? After we spent months together?”

“The four months you spent with her is nothing compared with the years she and Duncan spent together, besides, there’s a big difference between sympathy and love, brother, and trust me, what you’re feeling for Rachel at the moment is sympathy and nothing more…”

Asher shook his head in disagreement.

“No, I know what I’m feeling” he paused. “Where was the b@stard when I accompanied Rachel to her antenatal? You want me to let her go back to the man that almost break her?”

“Rachel is a grown woman, and she knows what’s right for her and what she wants, if she still wanna go back to her husband then let her.. nobody can be a better father to her child than her own lawfully, wedded husband, and her child’s biological father”

“Never, I’ll never… ”

“Rachel’s a great woman, she can unknowingly make any and every man that get acquainted with her fall in love with her, heck, I even fell in love with her once but the truth is, she’s someone else’s property and there’s nothing either you or I can do about it” Mike sighed. “Back off now, or you might regret it”

Asher balled his fist.

“I’m not backing off”

“A kind reminder, Asher, her husband isn’t someone you’d wanna snatch his wife from” then Mike hanged up.

An angry growl emitted from Asher’s throat, and he angrily threw his phone across the room, and watched it crash.

“I’m not backing off!” he promised. “Rachel’s gonna be mine, I’ll make her mine!”

  >><<

RACHEL’S pov.

“Hey, stop there, stop right there!”

I shouted as I chased Duncan, but stopped abruptly when he dashed towards the stairs, and started making mocking faces at me as he rushed down the stairs, taking the steps two at a time.

I folded my lower lip in my mouth, and bite it as I tried to suppress my anger.

“Duncan Baldwin, stop right there or I’mma gonna take the steps three at a time!” I threatened him, and that did the trick -he stopped abruptly.

He turned around slowly, with his hands raised in surrender and he shook his head slowly, as his eyes were silently begging me to stay where I am and.

“I’ll stop running, I’ll stop running” he said.

“Come here” I called him with my forefinger.

He nodded, and began taking slow steps towards me until he’s standing right in front of me. I gestured him to lower himself a little bit, and he obeyed me.

I grabbed his ear, and started pulling him along with me towards his room.

“You are gonna pay for making me chase you around the house so early in the morning!” I growled in his face as I pulled him along.

“Your Majesty, please have mercy, have mercy on your loyal subject” he pleaded amidst fake cry.

“Hmph!” I huffed and continued dragging him along, until we made it to his room.

I pushed him on the sofa, and sat on his laps, then stared in his eyes.
My eyes moved from his eyes down to his lips, and I couldn’t help but lick mine as they suddenly ran dry. He smirked.

“Don’t tell me my punishment is fuçking you until you let the whole world know you’re mine” he said.

His words sent shivers down my spine, and I suddenly started feeling a tingling sensation in my pûssy.
His words made me begin imagining things, like how he’s gonna shove his hard dîck in me and bury himself in me -funk, I didn’t realized I’ve missed sèx so much until now.

“What do you say? Should we do a quickie?” he asked in a hoarse voice, and his hands grabbed my boobs and I started massaging them.

I closed my eyes, and threw my head back as I started squirming on his laps. I could already feel my panty getting wet, and that’s when I jumped off him.

“Your punishment is getting my bath ready!” I said quickly, as though I’m having a very hot pancake in my mouth.

Duncan raised his left eyebrow questioningly at me.

“Are you sure?” he asked, then his eyes flicked towards my erected breasts and hard nipples. “Aren’t you thinking about my dîck digging deeply inside your tight, and wet pu…”

I slammed my hand on his mouth to muffle his words, then glared at him and he chuckled lightly.

“Go. Get. The. Bath. Ready. For. Me!” I growled slowly.

He nodded and removed my hand from his mouth.

“Yes, ma’am” he answered.

I straightened up, and gestured towards the bathroom, which he dashed at without wasting time.

Holy cow, I can’t believe I almost fell for his tricks, and have sèx with him.
He’s obviously looking forward to us having a make-up sèx, ha, in his dreams!

     >><<

Hours Later<<

I glared at Fatima who sat on a sofa, with a small and concentrated frown on her face, as she was playing a game on her phone, and with her current expression, I could tell she has hit a hard rock -she couldn’t advance to the next level in her game.

My eyebrows furrowed as I wondered why she isn’t reacting to my stares, because I know very well she could feel my eyes on her.

“Come on, Fatima, let me go, or I’ll be late for my therapy session” I complained for the hundredth time this morning.

“Mrs Baldwin” she paused her game, and threw an offended look towards my way. “I’m not stopping you from leaving” she said.

“Yeah, you’re not stopping me but…”

I trailed off and looked towards the door, I. released a tired and frustrated sigh when I saw the two hefty men who stood guard outside the door.

TO Be Continued

Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 72

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Ok, so Duncan and I have been arguing over what movie to watch for the past ten or fifteen minutes, he wanted fast and furious, but I and my baby wanted to watch some educational, like; Little mermaid or Sofia the first -isn’t he supposed to compromise for us?

He narrowed his eyes at me.

“My heartbeat, why do I feel like you’re using our baby as an excuse to oppress me, and deprive me of watching my fast and furious?”

“What?” I feigned an innocent expression, as though he’s unjustly accusing me. “I would never use our baby as an excuse to do you wrong” I promised, which was a big lie.

I’m obviously using our baby as an excuse right now, because I really wanna watch either The little mermaid or Sofia the first so bad.

“But I…”

“I know you’re a Mafia lord, but we can’t teach our son how to shoot while he’s still in his mother’s womb, right?”

My voice was extremely calm to make sure my words are convincing enough, and would sink deep in his brain.

He stayed silent for a moment, and stared at me as if he’s reasoning what I just said, then he sighed and nodded reluctantly.

“Fine, let’s watch cartoons” he emphasized on ‘cartoons’, but I ignored his tone and started jumping victoriously.

“I won, I won, I won”

“You won?” Duncan asked with a small frown, then I recollected my words and shook my head.

“We won, we won” I rephrase my words, adding our baby this time.

He sighed and shook his head as if he saw through my trick.

“Stop jumping around, or you’ll make our baby dizzy” he emphasized on ‘our baby’ which means he’s indirectly telling me, he saw through my trick.

“Let’s start with Sofia the first” I ruffled his hair as I said that.

“Hm” he simply hummed. “I didn’t know my Netflix and chill would be involving kids” he grumbled referring to our child.

“Are you jealous of your own son?” I teased him.

“Of course” he replied and I laughed.

  >><<

THIRD PERSON’S pov.

Few Moments Later<<

Mr Baldwin turned his eyes from the TV’s screen to his wife, whose head just dropped on his left shoulder, he chuckled lightly when he realized she’s fallen asleep just few minutes into the movie, and he couldn’t control his itching fingers and found himself caressing her cheeks.

“And she said she wanted to have cartoons” he said to himself, he raised her hand and kissed her knuckles.

He reached for the tv remote, and turned off the tv, then carried his wife in his arms and walked out of the movie room into the living room, where he met Lucas who was headed towards the movie room.

“Mr Baldwin” Lucas greeted with a small bow.

“I thought you’ve retire to bed already”

“Uh, you wanted me to find out everything about Asher”

“Asher?” Mr Baldwin frowned slightly in confusion, as though he’s trying to recall where he’s heard the name before.

“Sir, Mrs Baldwin is temporarily staying at his place” Lucas gave him a quick reminder.

“Hm” Mr Baldwin simply hummed.

“I’ve gathered everything about, and he’s related to someone we know”

“Someone we know?”

“Yes, sir” Lucas paused, but Mr Baldwin signaled him to continue. “He’s Mike’s twin brother”

Mr Baldwin stopped walking at once, he slowly turned his head to face Lucas and asked.

“Who’s Mike?”

But it seemed like he already know who Mike is, he just wanted to confirm.

“He’s Mrs Baldwin’s lawyer, he helped Mrs Baldwin process the divorce papers…”

Lucas was cut off by an angry growl which emitted from Mr Baldwin, and he shut up immediately.

“The fuçking b@stard knows my wife’s whereabout all these while!”

“Yes, sir”

There was a brief silence as Mr Baldwin glared maliciously at nothing in particular, he soon closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.

“That’s it, I’m bringing my wife back with me to LA tomorrow…and I’ll teach that b@stard a lesson!”

“Huh?”

“Huh what?!” he snapped at Lucas.

“I don’t think Mrs Baldwin would agree to come with you, because… ”

“Well, she doesn’t have a choice” he took a few breaths to calm down. “I’ll try talking to her first, and see if I can convince her into coming with me willingly, but if she doesn’t agree to go with me, then…”

“Then what?” Lucas’ eyes widened in fear, as he anticipated something deadly and wicked.

“.. I’ll have to sedate her, and bring her with me!”

Lucas released a breath he didn’t know he was holding, and nodded in agreement.

“Alright, sir, are you still gonna check Asher’s profile today, or tomorrow?” he asked, stretching a file towards Mr Baldwin.

“What’s the time now?” Mr Baldwin asked.

Lucas quickly checked his wristwatch.

“10:57pm”

“Do you think it’s convenient for me to check it?”

Lucas shook his head, and cleared his throat.

“Good night, sir” then he raced towards the door, before Mr Baldwin would say anything.

Mr Baldwin looked down at his sleepy wife.

“Let’s get you to bed” he said, then headed towards the stairs.

     >><<

RACHEL’S pov.

The Next Morning<<

My eyes snapped open as a strong urge to use the bathroom hit me, I felt my bladder getting heavier with each ticking second, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I kicked the blanket off me, and sprang up to go use the bathroom, but was pulled down by a force.

My eyebrows furrowed slightly as I looked down at my waist, I saw a strong arm tightly wrapped around my waist, and preventing me from moving. My eyes traced the arm until they landed on a sleeping… Duncan?!

“Ahhhhh” I screamed loudly, and pushed Duncan off the bed with all my strength, and he fell in a thud which woke him up at once.

“My heartbeat, that fuçking hurt” he groaned as he rubbed his forehead gently, I guess he must have bumped his head on the bedside table.

“It hurt?” he nodded, and I scoffed. “What are you doing here?! Didn’t I said I don’t wanna share a bed with you?!” I asked.

My eyes quickly scanned the room to know if he had actually brought me to his room last night, but he shook his head.

“You only said you don’t wanna sleep in my room, talk more or less of my bed”

I frowned at his words, because he sounded annoying and my face couldn’t help but grew red from anger.

“I said I’m still mad at you, and I don’t wanna share a bed with you!”

He frowned as though he’s confused, or trying to recall something, then tilted his head.

“Does that mean I misheard you?”

“Are you trying to get on my nerves so early this morning?” I asked through clenched jaws and gritted teeth.

“No, I just thought he didn’t wanna sleep in our room, so I brought you here…”

“DUNCAN!!” I screamed his name as I was already fuming in anger.

His eyes widened when he noticed I was about pouncing at him, he sprang up and dashed towards the door, but I didn’t spare him and chased after him.

“Duncan, I’ll kill you!” I growled as I chased him.

“Help, someone help me, Mrs Baldwin wanna murder her husband!” he called for help as he took the stairs.

“I’ll kill whoever dare comes to your rescue!”

TO Be Continued

Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 71

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🔸 Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife:

🔸(Our Lives Behind Closed Doors)🔸

♣♣♣♣♣

THIRD PERSON’S pov.

9:50pm, At a club, LA<<

A lady sat at a dark corner, with a cigarette between her fingers, and a glass of whiskey on the table in front of her.

There’s a big smirk on her face as she smoked her cigarette, and puffed out some smoke with her eyes fixed on a group of girls doing a pole dance on the dance floor -she seemed to be enjoying what she’s seeing.

At that moment Tasha Wood walked into the club, and headed straight towards the lady, which widened her (the lady’s) smirk.

Tasha Wood stopped by the lady’s table, she glared at the lady a few seconds, before slumping on the empty space in the couch.

“You kept me waiting for so long” the lady said.

“Getting here wasn’t easy at all” Tasha paused for two or three seconds. “Do you know I was stuck in traffic?”

“Oh, really?”

“And why did you fuçking choose this goddamn, forsaken, remote club?!”

The lady shrugged.

“Because it’s safer to talk here” she answered.

Then offered Tasha a stick of cigarettes, but Tasha shook her head in rejection, and reached for her (the lady’s) glass of whiskey instead.

“So, what do you wanna talk about that you couldn’t wait till tomorrow?” the lady asked, then moved her eyes back to the pole dancers.

“It’s Duncan and I” Tasha answered.

“Duncan and you?”

“Fuçk, yeah!”

Tasha dropped the whiskey.

“You aren’t doing according to our plan anymore”

“Oh?” the lady moved her eyes from the pole dancers, and fixed them on Tasha’s face. “Tell me, darling, what was our plan?”

“I’m supposed to seduce Duncan and get him to fuçk me, then you’ll take care of the other things”

“Hm-mm? So, what’s the problem?”

Tasha stared at the lady, with her mouth slightly open as though she couldn’t believe what the lady’s just asked her.

“What’s the problem?” Tasha scoffed. “I have done my part of our deal, but why aren’t I seeing you doing your part, Ms Cara?”

The lady (now known as Ms Cara) chuckled lightly at Tasha’s reaction.

“Patience, Tasha” she said.

“Patience?” Tasha scoffed again. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I have any patience left, are you waiting for before you take action? Are you waiting until he brings his wife back home?”

Ms Cara smirked, and nodded slowly as she tore her gaze away from Tasha back to the dancers.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m waiting for”

“What?”

Tasha closed her eyes, and pulled her hair in frustration.

“What are you playing at? Do you think we’ll have any chance once he’s succeeded in bringing his wife home?”

She tapped the table to get Ms Cara’s attention, but Ms Cara simply tilted her head to show she’s listening.

“You don’t know who Duncan’s wife is, she’s a hard nut to crack, and taking action while she’s back isn’t gonna be hundred percent guarantee success”

She leaned on the table.

“Trust me, Duncan’s wife can be crazy and dangerous when she wants to”

Her hands subconsciously touched her face as she had a short flashback of her fight with Rachel, and she shuddered.

“Then let’s wait, and I’ll see for myself if you’re right” Ms Cara said.

“Of course, I’m d@mn right, let’s take action now or it’ll be too late”

“Patience, Tasha”

“I’m serious, she’s…”

“Shh” Ms Cara shushed her. “Let’s watch some dance, these girls are good” she nodded at the girls on the dance floor.

Tasha simply stared at Ms Cara for a moment, then sighed, she snatched the glass of whiskey on the table and finished it in one gulp.

   >><<

RACHEL’S pov.

Baldwin’s Penthouse, New Orleans<<

I’m currently in the closet, searching for a loose nightwear to wear, because it seemed like Fatima forgot the fact that I’m pregnant now, and bought me sexy lingeries, and no normal nightwear.

My phone’s ringtone blared loudly again, for the hundredth time, and I frowned as I’m silently cursing whoever’s calling me at such a hour -though, I’m guessing it’s Asher.

I finally gave up searching, and snatched one of Duncan’s t-shirts and wore it, I couldn’t hold back my chuckle, when I realized it stopped at just a few inches away from my butts.

I snatched one of his boxers too, and wore it, then stepped out of the closet.

My eyebrows furrowed slightly, and I stopped on my track when I saw Duncan laying on the bed next to my phone that was still ringing, but he ignored it and was reading a book as though he’s deaf, and couldn’t hear my phone ringing.

I stormed towards him, and snatched the book from him, then threw him a glare which he replied with a smile.

His eyes darkened a little bit as they trailed along my body, then he licked his lips as if they’ve run dry.

“You look yummy in my shirt, my heartbeat” he said.

“Didn’t you hear my phone ringing?” I asked him, ignoring his compliment.

He glanced at my phone, and nodded.

“Oh, yeah”

I frowned even more.

“Then why didn’t you pick up and tell whoever is it that I’m busy, and I’ll call back later?”

“Because I don’t wanna hear his voice, or I might smash your phone” he answered, and my guess was confirmed, it’s Asher calling.

He glared maliciously at my phone, and I subconsciously reached for it as though I’m protecting it from his evil eyes.

“Just seeing his name on the screen is annoying enough!” he spat out, as if his eyes just saw something disgusting.

I set my lips on thin lines, then shook my head and quickly answered the call -well, Asher always pick the wrong time to do things.

“Hey, Rachel”

He breath out from the other side, his voice sounded as though he’s been panicking and worried.

“Hi, Asher”

Arms suddenly wrapped around my waist immediately I called Asher’s name, and a light but lingering kiss was placed on my neck, which made me frown and wonder what Duncan’s trying to do.

Is he trying to mark his territory? For someone that isn’t even here? Ugh!.

“Rachel, are you ok? Why haven’t you been picking my calls? Where are you? Are you finding it difficult to get a cab? Should I come and pick you up?” he asked several questions in one breath.

“I’m fine, Asher, I was in the bathroom when you were calling, and I couldn’t pick up since my phone was in the bedroom” I explained briefly.

“What? Bathroom and bedroom? Wait, where are you?”

“Oh, I’m with my husband” I answered. “In his penthouse” I added.

“Your husband?”

“Hm” I agreed.

“Finally, I’m not your ex-husband” Duncan whispered in my ear, which made me push him off me and I walked towards the table in the room and sat down.

“Does this mean you aren’t coming home tonight?” Asher asked in a very low, and somewhat, broken voice.

Home.. his home isn’t my home.

“No” I answered curtly.

Then there was a brief silence, and he broke the silence with a deep sigh.

“Alright, then, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow” he said.

“Hm” I replied, then I hanged up before he could say anything more. “Phew!” I breathe out in relief.

“Can we go watch our movie now?” Duncan asked.

“Yep!” I answered enthusiastically.

Duncan walked towards me, he swooped me in his arms, and dashed towards the door.

“Let’s go to the movie room!” he said.

“You have a movie room?” I asked, and he nodded. “Like your own personal Cinema?”

“Yeah”

“That’s so funking cool” I exclaimed excitedly.

Now I’m excited to watch some movies with him.

    >><<

“Let’s watch fast and furious” Duncan said.

“No, it isn’t healthy or educational for our baby” I argued.

“But our baby isn’t even here yet”

“Yeah, I know that, but he can hear us already, and he’s slowly picking up on everything and anything we do”

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Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 70

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I nodded quickly, and made to rush in but she pulled me back again.

“We’re not done yet, you’ll tell me why you left without telling me!” she growled lowly.

“Yes, ma’am” I did a salute, and rushed in.

    >><<

“This way, Mrs Baldwin” my escort made way for me, and I walked into the dinning room.

“Mr Baldwin” he bowed respectfully at Duncan, who was already walking towards me immediately he saw me.

My eyebrows furrowed as I took in my surrounding, this doesn’t look like a hotel but a home.

“Welcome, my heartbeat” Duncan greeted me with a smile, and made to hug me but I held out my hand, and stopped him.

“Answer me honestly, is this a hotel or not?”

He looked around briefly, then turned back to me as if he’s just realizing where we are.

“Oops, sorry, my heartbeat, I must have made a mistake and given you our home address earli…”

His words were stuck in his throat when I threw him a very harsh glare, and he coughed lightly to clear his throat.

“You tricked me” I stated.

“No, I was just…”

“Just what? And why did you trick me?”

“I…”

His shoulders swayed down when he couldn’t find words to defend himself, I shook my head in disappointment.

“You thought I wouldn’t come if you had told me we’re meeting up at your place?”

He nodded.

“Yeah, and…”

“When are you gonna stop lying to me, Duncan?” I asked. “You invited me over so we can sort out our differences, but you’re still lying to me”

We stayed silent for a moment as I stared at him with a frown.

“I.. I’m sorry” was all he uttered.

“You’re sorry?” I snorted. “But why do I feel like you’re not sorry at all?”

“I was just scared you wouldn’t come if I had told you we’re meeting here”

Like seriously, why did I fall in love with a liar?

“My heartbeat, we… ”

“I’m starving” I cut him off.

My eyes moved towards the table that’s filled with different kinds of dishes, and my mouth watered.

“Let’s just eat, and go straight to the point” I said.

He nodded, and pulled out a chair for me, I sat down and he quickly sat on the chair next to me.

“Cook everything myself, and they’re all your favorite, which dish would you like to start with?” he asked with a small smile.

I looked around the table for a while, then pointed at the plate of spaghetti and meatballs.

“I hope the sauce is extra spicy?” I asked, because I throw up these days whenever I eat bland food.

“Extra, extremely spicy”

I nodded, and he started serving me.

     >><<

A While Later<<

“Excuse me” I said and burped softly.

I licked my fingers as I pushed my empty plates aside, then reached for a glass of orange juice and finished it in one gulp.

Ok, let’s put my anger aside, but Duncan surely knows exactly how to win my heart. How did he even know I don’t eat bland food lately?

Hold on, is it because of my love for Duncan that’s making me think these dishes were delicious? Or the dishes were naturally delicious?

“Want more crabs?” he asked, but I shook my head.

“Let’s talk about my purpose of coming here today” I reached for my phone on the table and checked the time. “It’s getting late”

He nodded, but we stayed in another moment of silence as he was thinking of what to say, or how to say whatever he wanna say, and I was just staring at him impatiently.

“Are you gonna speak already?”

He took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.

“I.. I admitted that cheated on you, but.. but.. but it wasn’t intentional”

“Oh?” I leaned back on my chair.

“Yeah, I really did went to Wetland that day, but it wasn’t to meet up with Tasha, I was supposed to meet with Ferrari… ”

“Ferrari? Wasn’t he involved in an accident that same day?”

He nodded.

“Then how did Tasha get to know about your supposed meeting with Mr Ferrari? And how did you ended up fuçking her?”

He shook his head.

“I don’t know”

“You don’t know?” I asked.

“I was drugged that day, my mind and brain were disorganized, and I thought Tasha was you”

I raised my eyebrows at him.

“Yeah, I saw Tasha walked into the room, but I was seeing you instead and I swear, I was even moaning your name that day” he sighed deeply. “I really did thought she was you”

He reached for his phone, and typed a few things before handing it to me.

“Here’s the footage of what happened” he said.

I reluctantly reached for the phone, and watched the footage.

My mouth parted slightly when I saw Tasha, and a woman who had her face covered with her scarf, talking outside the room where I had caught Duncan fuçking Tasha, then Tasha rushed in.

I guess it was this mysterious woman that sent me the video, it was her intention for me to leave, but why haven’t she taken any actions since I left? Or is she planning something bigger?

“I really didn’t plan to meet with Tasha”

It’s true, I trust him and I know he wouldn’t cheat on me intentionally, but he doesn’t seem to know the real reason I left him.
I handed his phone back to him.

“I believe you, but do you even know the reason I left?” I asked.

“Because I cheated?”

“Really?”

He nodded, but I shook my head.

“You lied” his brows furrowed in confusion. “I left because you lied smoothly to my face”

“I…”

“I was hurt, deeply hurt that you cheated on me with my sworn enemy, but I tried not to mind it and gave you a chance to come clean with me, but what did you do in return?”

His eyes turned red, it’s almost as if he’s trying to cry?

“You decided it’s better to lie to me, than telling me the truth”

“I’m sorry, I…. ”

“Stop saying you’re sorry, because you’re making it sound so cliche!” I snapped at him.

“My heartbeat, we shouldn’t… ”

“I wanna be honest with you, Duncan”

He gulped, and nodded.

“I sure do love you, in fact, I’m still hopelessly in love with you, but I can’t come back home”

“H-huh?” he stuttered.

“I can’t come home with you, not until you get your shîts back together”

“My heartbeat, please, don’t be like that, I grew up without my father’s love and I have promised myself that my child would get the best father’s love, care and attention in the world… ”

I cut him off with scoff.

“Well, you’re doing a very bad job then”

“… just come back with me and I promise I’ll… ”

“You promise you’ll what?” I cut in. “Duncan, I really can’t raise my child in an unstable home, we both still need a lot of space to sort ourselves out -at least, you need to sort yourself out”

“I should sort myself out?”

I nodded.

“Then tell me, tell me what you need me to do, and I’ll do it” he said readily.

I stayed silent for a moment as I studied his desperate expression, I could see how sorry he is and, I could see his willingness and readiness to change.

“Settle scores with whoever your enemy is, and after that, we’ll attend a marriage counseling session to know if we’re truly right for each other”

“Marriage counseling session? To know if we’re right for each other?”

“Yes, it’s the only thing that can save our marriage at the moment” I said.

Then snatched my bag from the table, and headed towards the door, but stopped abruptly when I was hugged from behind.

“Don’t go” he whispered in my ear.

“Let go of me”

“No” he said firmly yet tenderly. “I’ve missed you a lot, just spend tonight here and let me hold in my arms tonight”

My eyes involuntarily located the wall clock, I gasped mentally when I realized it’s already 9:13pm, like, I didn’t realize we’ve been talking for such a long time.

“Let me have a good sleep for just tonight, please”

“Duncan, I’m still very upset and I can’t share a bed with you”

“I know, I know” he nodded quickly.

He turned me around in his arms, and made me face him.

“Let’s just do Netflix and chill, with me holding you in my arms, and I’ll carry you to one of the guestrooms once you’ve fallen asleep”

I eyed him suspiciously.
Well, it’s kinda late and I’m a pregnant woman, parading the streets during late hours isn’t advisable.

“Are you sure you’ll bring me to one of the guestrooms?”

“Of course”

“I don’t wanna wake up to find myself in your room, talk more or less of your bed”

“Uh… ”

He closed his eyes, inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, then nodded.

“I.. I’ll keep my word” he said.

“Promise?”

“Promise”

I eyed him a few more times, before nodding in approval and he grinned widely.

“But I don’t have a nightwe…”

“Oh, our closet is filled with your clothes” he cut in.

My eyebrows furrowed.
Our closet? Don’t tell me this is how each of his mansions and penthouses has female clothes, especially made for me.

“My clothes?” I asked.

He nodded.

“I had Fatima go shopping for you”

“Oh” That’s so thoughtful of him. “Lead the way then”

“Gladly” he took my hand, and pulled me along with him towards the stairs.

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RACHEL’S pov.

“Perfect” I said as I checked out myself one last time in the mirror.

I’ve been checking out myself one last time for the past twenty minutes, I always end up not being satisfied with my outfit, and changing either my blouse or my skirt or my pant.

I don’t seem to find the right outfit to wear, because my baby’s bump is making every single piece of cloth I try on look so odd.

Hold on a sec, why am I getting all worked up over what to wear? Aren’t I just going over there to end things up with Duncan for good?

Why am I feeling, or behaving as if I’m actually going on my first date with my crush instead? I rolled my eyeballs at the weird thoughts, that were running a marathon in my head.

I snatched my bag from the dresser, reached for my phone and checked the time, then gasped when I realized it’s already 6pm, and quickly dashed towards the door, but stopped abruptly when I noticed I was wearing heels.

Now, don’t try to lecture me about pregnant women aren’t supposed to wear heels, because I already know that. I just wore it, because I miss the feeling of wearing heels.

I quickly changed into a pair of flats, and rushed out, but stopped outside Asher’s room and knocked on his door a few times.

“Asher, I’m leaving!” I shouted so he could hear me, you know in case he was sleeping -but got no response from him.

He’s been sulking and haven’t stepped out of his room for three whole hours, which I’m guessing was because I kinda shunned and warned him to get his butts outta I and Duncan’s affairs.

Well, if he’s angry just because of that, then that is very malicious of him, because he has no right whatsoever to get involved.

Now, I understand why Duncan was angry because I’m staying in Asher’s home, it seemed like he’s got the wrong impression about our relationship, and I’m so gonna fix that when I get back later.

“Asher, I gotta go now or I’m gonna be late”

Really? Gonna be late?
That sounds so much like going on a date, wait, why am I thinking about dating so much this evening?

Asher still didn’t reply me, so I sighed softly and hurried out.

   >><<

Few Minutes Later<<

From Asher’s place to the main road was about fifteen minutes walk, and I couldn’t help but took a few breaks on the way, until I made it to the road.

Lucky for me, I secured a cab immediately I arrived at the road, and I handed the card Duncan gave to earlier, to the driver.

“Do you know where that place is?” I asked.

The cab driver stared at the card for a moment, then nodded in affirmation.

“Yeah”

“Good, take me there, please”

“Alright, let’s go there!” he said in a enthusiastic tone.

“Thanks” I smiled at his energetic personality.

   >><<

THIRD PERSON’S pov.

Baldwin’s Penthouse, New Orleans<<

Mr Baldwin checked himself in the mirror, he fixed his tie and smoothened his perfectly gelled and combed hair, then nodded in satisfaction.

At that moment, the door open and Lucas rushed in with a file.

“You forgot to knock” Mr Baldwin said, with his back facing Lucas.

“Sorry” Lucas replied.

He quickly stepped out of the room, and knocked twice on the door.

“Come in”

“Thank you, sir” he said and walked in.

Mr Baldwin walked towards a couch in front of his bed, and sat down.

“Sir, there’s an update from Mr Ferrari’s doctor about his condition” Lucas said.

“Yes?”

“He said Mr Ferrari has woken up, but he couldn’t speak and it seemed as if he’s having a short term memory loss, because the accident was too fatal, hence it affected his vital brain parts” he reported.

He arranged some papers on the table, and Mr Baldwin quickly glanced through with a small frown.

“Tell doctor Matteo to keep trying his best”

“Yes, sir”

“I need Ferrari’s testimony so bad, I need him to show me who the bitçh that had my mother killed is..” he glared maliciously at the empty space in front of him. “… and I swear, I’ll make her pay with her life!” he promised.

Lucas shuddered when he imagined how the scene of Mr Baldwin torturing his mother’s murderer, would look like and he took a step back.

There was a brief silence, until he cleared his throat and continued.

“We have also found the waiter who served the wine you had at Wetland Holiday Inn… ”

“Son of a bitçh!” Mr Baldwin growled. “Where’s the motherfuçker?!”

“Our men brought him back to base”

“Torture him for a while”

“Sir?” Lucas raised his eyebrows in confusion.

Mr Baldwin snapped his head towards him, and Lucas took another step back.

“I’m at the verge of losing my wife, and it’s all because he served me a spiked wine”

“Oh”

“Let him suffer the pain he’s caused me for four months!”

“Yes, sir. Oh, the boys interrogated him and he said Tasha isn’t his boss, he was paid by a mysterious woman”

“Did he meet with her face to face? Can he describe her appearance?”

Lucas shook his head.

“He said they never met, they only spoke on phone, and he accepted the job because he needed the money urgently”

Mr Baldwin frowned.

“He’s lying” he narrowed his eyes. “Torture him until he’s ready to recall her face, she’s definitely the bitçh I’m looking for!”

“Yes, si… ”

Lucas’ words were interrupted as he listened to someone on his bluetooth, he nodded and faced Mr Baldwin.

“Sir, Mrs Baldwin has arrived”

Mr Baldwin grinned, and sprang up at once.

“Is everything ready?” he asked.

“Yes, sir”

“Check me out, do I look ok? Is my tie a little bit crooked?”

Lucas nodded.

“You’re perfect, sir”

“Good, let’s go”

    >><<

RACHEL’S pov.

I couldn’t help but frowned in confusion as the driver drove into this huge compound, instead of stopping outside the gate like I have instructed him when we arrived.

I hit the headrest of his seat to get his attention, and he tilted his head slightly to let me know I’ve gotten his attention.

“Aren’t you supposed to stop outside the gate?” I asked him.

“Uh…”

I frowned even more, like seriously? Uh? Did I board a psycho’s cab?

“… I drove in because the hotel management allows cab drivers drive their passengers in”

“Oh”

I looked around the hotel as we drove past the trail of perfectly trimmed flowers, with a water fountain in their middle and a statue of… someone I don’t know.

Is this supposed to be a hotel? But why do I feel like it’s someone’s home?
Because this definitely a looks like a mansion, or is this supposed to be a penthouse?

While I was still feeling confused, and mentally questioning myself, the cab driver drove into a garage, and my eyes caught a very familiar figure, in fact, she’s someone I have been praying and hoping I wouldn’t run into -Fatima.

She stood by the porch, and seemed to be barking orders at some men, or maybe she’s scolding them because their heads were lowered.

But what on earth is she doing here?
I mentally facepalm myself, silly me, of course she’d be here because her boss is here, she’s always where her boss is.

OMG, she must be very mad at me for leaving without letting her know.

I’ve got to hide from her, or she wouldn’t mind disgracing me here, because Fatima has no shame, and to make things worse, she becomes a psychopath whenever her angry mode is activated.

A man rushed towards us, he reached for the back door and pulled it open, then smiled at me.

“Mrs Bald…”

“Shh!” I shushed the man, even though it’s obvious that Fatima can’t hear him from here.

He gave me a questioning frown, but I ignored him since I’m looking for ways to hide from Fatima. I quickly alighted the cab, and grabbed his right arm.

“Hey, are you here to escort me to Mr Baldwin?” I asked, because I know that’s what he’s here for.

“Yes, ma’am”

I smiled.

“I’m sorry, but I’m gonna need your help”

“My help?” I nodded. “Ok…what or how may I help you?”

I looked towards Fatima’s direction, her back was facing my direction and she hasn’t seen me yet.

“I’m gonna hide behind you as we walk in” I told him. “I’m hiding from her” I pointed at Fatima.

He simply nodded in response, and we started walking towards the door with me walking behind him, and lucky for me, his back is wide enough to cover me.

We successfully made it to the door, he reached for the handle and pushed the door open, then gestured me to go in.
But I was suddenly pulled back, when I made an attempt to step inside.

“Mrs Baldwin?” I heard Fatima called me.

I tensed like a deer caught in daylight, then slowly turned around to face her, and burst into a nervous laugh -she also join me.

“Long time, no see, Mrs Baldwin” she said, emphasizing on each word that proceeded from her mouth.

I had nothing to say, so I could only continue laughing. But I stopped laughing when she narrowed her eyes at me, and tried to take a step back but she held me in a spot.

“You actually left without telling me, I ignored that and still tried to reach you on phone, but every single calls I made went straight to voicemail” she paused and stared disappointedly at me. “How dare you, Rachel?! Does our friendship of six years worth nothing to you?!” she gritted.

I rolled my eyeballs, because I know she’s about to unleash her dramatic personality.

“Fatima, I was just too angry, and confused at everything that was happening and…”

She raised her hand to stop me, and listened to someone on her bluetooth plugged in her ear, then she sent me a glare.

“Mr Baldwin wants you inside right now”

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Oh lala, I’m mad at him, and I don’t wanna see him but I’m weirdly falling in love with his possessiveness -maybe it’s just my hormones in action.

“And what was that you said just now?”

“What?” I asked with a small frown.

“That I’m your baby’s father?”

“Yeah”

He took another step closer to me, and in my attempt to escape, I fell back on the sofa but in a soft thud.

Duncan leaned down, with his hands placed on both sides on the sofa and caging me there. He looked straight in my eyes for a moment, and flicked his eyes towards my lips, which made me subconsciously bite my lower lip.

“Listen, and listen good, my heartbeat”

My heart strangely flustered when he called me his heartbeat, and I bite my inner cheek to stop myself from smiling.

Don’t tell me I’ve been missing hearing him call me his heartbeat.

“I am your husband, and I’ll continue to being your husband until the end of the world!”

“You are not…. ”

“Open up, you son of a bitçh!” Asher shouted from outside as he banged on the door.

I pushed Duncan off me with the little strength I have left, and got up.

“Just leave, I’ll be there” I said, waving the card he gave me in front of him.

He nodded, but quickly shook his head when his eyes trailed my body again.

“What now?” I grumbled tiredly.

“I’m not leaving into you wear some proper clothes!” he said with finality in his voice.

I sighed deeply, then snatched my robe from the table and wore it.

“How about this?”

He stared at me for a moment, then nodded in satisfaction.

“Don’t keep me waiting” he said.

“You’re making it sound like a date”

“It is”

“It’s not”

“It is”

“It’s not!”

“It is!”

“I said it’s not!” I said, with my hands on my waist as I stared at him daringly.

I’m sure I must be looking like a hen, who’s protecting her chicks from a hawk.

“Fine!” he agreed reluctantly.

He eyed my outfit for a while, then headed towards the door and I quickly followed behind him.
He pushed the door open, and Asher rushed in.

“Rachel, are you ok? Did he hurt you?” he asked.

Why not worry about yourself?

“I’m fine” I answered him.

He threw Duncan a glare, but I saw him flinched back slightly when Duncan glared back at him -or maybe my eyes deceived me.

“Remember to get ready in time” Duncan said, and headed towards his car that was parked a few meters away.
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“I swear, I’ll kill him the next time he’s gonna come here!” Asher growled lowly, when Duncan’s out of sight.

I scoffed.

“Don’t even think of doing that, because Duncan isn’t someone you’d wanna mess with”

“But…”

“Let’s get your wounds treated first” I said and led him inside.

   >><<

THIRD PERSON’S pov.

“What happened to your face, Mr Baldwin?” Lucas asked with a frown, but quickly exchanged knowing looks with Fatima, and they stifled a laugh.

They had both seen Mr Baldwin fighting with Asher earlier, and they knew he sustained these bruises on his face from the fight.

They would have intervened and put Asher in his place without Mr Baldwin lifting a finger, but they didn’t because Mr Baldwin gave them strict warning not to get involved, no matter what happens.

“Sir?” Fatima called Mr Baldwin’s attention.

“Arrange one of our men to act like a cab driver, let him come back later and pick up my wife”

“Yes, sir” Lucas replied.

Mr Baldwin turned his gaze back to Asher’s house, he balled his fists and glared maliciously at the closed door.

“And that Asher guy, I wanna know every single thing about him, including the irrelevant things!”

“Yes, sir”

Lucas got the door ready, Mr Baldwin glared at the door a few seconds, before sliding into the backseat.

Fatima and Lucas got into the passenger’ and driver’s seat respectively, then Lucas started the car and they drove off.

    >><<

RACHEL’S pov.

“Aww!” Asher hissed in pain, as I dabbed the small cut at the corner of his lower lip with a disinfectant cotton bud.

“Sorry” I apologized quickly, but didn’t stop dabbing the wound.

“He’s lucky I wasn’t in my fighting mode”

“Fighting mode? Really?”

“Yeah, I would have crushed his bones and send him six feet under!” he growled.

Well, I didn’t know there’s a fighting mode. I bite my inner cheek to hold back my laughter.

“Asher, you shouldn’t have provoked Duncan into a fight.. ”

He frowned at my words.

“What? You’re taking sides with him now?” he asked, sounding a little bit offended and jealous?

“I’m not taking sides with him, it’s just… ” I sighed. “Duncan was being lenient with you earlier, I believe he’d have sent you into a state of coma if I wasn’t there… ”

“Rachel” he cut me off. “What are you trying to say?”

I pulled away from him since I was done treating his wound, then I sat on the table and faced him.

“Asher, you don’t know where or how Duncan and I started” I paused briefly. “So, I’d really appreciate if you stay out of our business” I said very calmly, making sure I wasn’t sounding rude.

“What? Are you saying this because you’re thinking of going back to him?!” he exclaimed.

I rolled my eyeballs at his overreaction.

“He’s still my lawfully wedded husband, at least, until, he agrees to sign the divorce papers”

He stared at me with an unknown expression, when I referred to Duncan as my lawfully wedded husband.

“There are a lot of unsolved arguments between Duncan and I, there are a lot of misunderstanding that we need to sort out, and I don’t want anyone to get hurt in the process”

“But I…”

“Asher, I’m very sorry for Duncan’s rudeness” I nodded at his wounded lips. “And I’m very thankful to you for being there for me, but… I must have this talk with Duncan”

He stared at me for a moment, then got up and headed towards his room.
I simply watched him until he entered his room, then I sighed and headed towards my room too.

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RACHEL’S pov.

Duncan and Asher continued glaring daggers at each other, they’re both ready to get down on each other’s throats.

The anger, or should I say hatred emitting off them can cut through skins, and Duncan wouldn’t stop growling as though he’s an animal.

“Go inside, and put on some proper damn clothes!” Duncan gritted out slowly, without taking his dark and anger hooded eyes off Asher.

I nodded obediently, and took a few steps back to go get changed, but Asher grabbed my right arm and stopped me from moving an inch, then he stepped in front of me protectively, and puffed out his chest as if to intimidate Duncan.

But he was only just making a fool out of himself, because Duncan doesn’t look the least intimated.

“And what if I say she looks good in what she’s wearing?” he asked challengingly, like he’s ready to have a dual with Duncan.

Asher, Asher, you don’t know who you’re messing with.

“Step. Away. From. My. Wife!” Duncan growled, emphasizing on each of his words.

I reached for Asher’s boxer, and tugged him, quietly signalling him not to provoke Duncan further, but he brushed my hand off.

“No. What can you do…”

He didn’t get to finish his words before I saw Duncan grabbed him (Asher) by his shoulder, and landed a punch on his face which was of course accompanied by a crack -Duncan just broke Asher’s nose.

Oh uh, it’s happening, what I was trying to avert is finally happening.

“You motherfuçking jèrk!” Asher hissed, and also landed a punch on Duncan’s face.

Before I knew it, they’re both throwing punches at each other. Duncan sent a hard kick to Asher’s stomach which sent Asher straight to the ground, Duncan saw this as an opportunity and sat on him, then started throwing punches at Asher’s face.

Although, Asher was trying his best to throw punches back at Duncan, but he was obviously at a great disadvantage.

“Duncan, stop!” I shouted and tried to rush forward to stop him, but withdrew when he snapped his neck towards me.

This little distraction created an opportunity for Asher, and he was able to push Duncan off him, then made to land a punch on Duncan’s face which was a very bad move from him.

Duncan is a Mafia lord, and fighting is one of his specialties. Duncan caught Asher’s fist with his eyes still narrowed on me, he twisted Asher’s arm and pushed him (Asher) to the ground before turning to face me completely.

“Duncan, I… let’s calm down and… we.. we.. can..” funk, since when did I begin stammering?

“Come with me!” Duncan growled.

He grabbed my hand and rushed inside, dragging me along, then locked the door from inside with Asher still outside -rolling and groaning agonizingly on the ground.

There were a few bruises on Duncan’s face, which were from the punches Asher had managed to throw back at him, and they (the bruises) made his handsome face a little bit disfigured.

Thanks a lot, Asher, for doing what I’ve been dreaming of doing to his handsome face, hehehehehe.

“Go get changed into proper clothes, and leave this stinking place with me!” he commanded me, which of course, doesn’t sit well with me.

I threw him a glare, before walking towards a sofa and sat down, then leaned back and crossed my legs.

“I’m not leaving”

His eyebrows furrowed even more.

“You’re not leaving? You said you’re not leaving?”

“No, I’m not!”

“You wanna stay here, and continue walking around another man’s living room in nothing, but pieces of clothes that barely covers your body?! Huh?! Or do you enjoy the attention you’re deriving from him?! What the fuçk do you think you’re wearing in another man’s house?!”

Wait, is he indirectly accusing me of flirtation? Is he trying to say I’m seducing Asher?

“I spent four good months, I searched every nook and cranny of the country for you, while you’re here parading another man’s house in half nakedness!”

Maybe my emotions got the best of me, because the next action I took surprised me a lot, it’s something I’ve never done since I married Duncan.

I sprang off the sofa, raised my hand, and gave him a resounding slap.

“Shut the fuçk up, and stop yelling at me, ok?!” I snapped at him, with tears brimming my eyes.

I subconsciously rubbed my tummy, and whispered a quick apology to my son for cursing in front of him.

“You have no right or whatsoever, to come in here and question me because you’re a thousand times worse than me!”

“I…”

“You’re nothing but a liar, and a cheater!”

His expression changed drastically when these words spouted from my mouth, the angry frown lines on his face vanished, and they were replaced with a remorseful frown lines -wait, am I making sense? Ugh, I don’t care.

Even his proud shoulders swayed down sadly, and I saw regret flashed in his eyes.

“I’m sorry” he uttered.

“Sorry?” he nodded slowly. “What are you sorry about?”

“I’m…”

“You’re sorry about cheating on me? Or you’re sorry about popping out of nowhere, and end up beating my friend and savior to a pulp?”

His eyes moved towards the door, his gaze hardened and his jaw clenched tightly as he glared at the door as if he wasn’t satisfied with what he did to Asher.
I’m sure he’s still thinking of multiple ways to finish up Asher.

“He doesn’t seem to understand he’s just a friend!” he gritted out.

“Excuse me?”

He turned his attention away from the door and back to me, then shut his eyes as he inhaled deeply.

“Let’s talk” he said.

But I raised my brows at him.

“Let’s talk?” he nodded. “Are you sure you’re truly ready to talk?”

“Yeah, but…” he trailed off and looked around, his eyes narrowed and he looked angry again.

“But what?”

“I can’t have a talk with my wife in another man’s home” he said.

I mentally rolled my eyeballs, can he just stop mentioning ‘another man’s this, and another man’s that’ all the time? This other man is my goddamn savior for crying out loud.

I sighed.

“Just give me the time, and the place, I’ll be there”

“Hm” he nodded.

He reached for his jacket’s pocket, and pulled out a card.

“Here” he gave it to me.

“What is this?” I asked with a confused frown.

“That’s the hotel I’m staying at, just give this card to the driver, and he’ll know where to take you”

I nodded, but frowned as I stared at the card strangely.

“Are you sure this is a hotel card? Why isn’t there any trademark? Aren’t hotels supposed to have their own trademarks?”

“There’s a trademark” he said.

I raised a questioning eyebrow at him.

He moved closer to me, then stared at the card for a moment and pointed at two letters.

“There, DB”

I frowned.

“DB?” he nodded. “I haven’t heard of it since I’ve been staying here”

“Uh… ” he cleared his throat. “Uh.. it’s a new hotel, and many people don’t know about them yet”

I was about questioning him further, but then, Asher started banging on the door and shouting for Duncan to open up.

“Jèrk! I feel like plucking his eyes out for ogling over my wife!” he growled quietly, but I still heard him perfectly clear, or maybe he intended to growl quietly.

I mentally rolled my eyeballs.

“Duncan, I’m a heavily pregnant woman who can barely bathe herself, tell me which man would be ogling over me”

“Me”

“Huh?”

“I’m very much interested in you, and I can’t stop myself from ogling over you”

I sighed.

“You’re my baby’s father, of course you’ll ogle over me and…”

“I’m a man, and I definitely understand when another man has an ulterior advances towards my wife!”

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I opened the door and slide in.

“Moria’s estate, please, go, go, go, go!” I urged him.

“Safety first” he gestured at the seatbelt.

“Go, go, please” I said as I quickly fastened my seatbelt.

My eyebrows furrowed together as I looked around me, and realized I left my bag behind. I mentally smacked my head at my carelessness, I closed my head and threw my head back.

And now, I can’t go back, or I’ll be caught.

To be continued.

RACHEL:
The Celebrity’s
Hidden Wife 👰
{Our Lives Behind Closed Doors}

SEASON 2: Chapter 65&66

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Mr Baldwin adjusted his sunglasses, and pulled his base cap down to shield his face from the scorching sun, before shoving his hands in his pocket, and leaned against his car.

He his brows furrowed in a deep frown as he pulled out his cellphone and checked the time, then he impatiently looked towards the opposite side of the road, it’s been quite some time since Lucas left to get his aspirin, and still haven’t come back yet.

His frown deepened even more when he saw Lucas jogging towards him, with a lady’s bag in his right hand.

“Mr Baldwin” Lucas called breathlessly.

Mr Baldwin gave him a strange, and questioning look.

“What took you so fuçking long?”

Lucas gestured Mr Baldwin to hold on as he was still trying to stabilize his breath, but his (Mr Baldwin’s) eyes moved to the lady’s bag in Lucas’ hand.

“And why the hell are you carrying a woman’s bag? Did you get in trouble?” he raised his brows.

Lucas shook his head, he sucked in some air, and pushed some of his fallen strands of hair back, before speaking.

“It’s Mrs Baldwin’s”

Mr Baldwin was about pulling the door open, and get back in the car, but he abruptly halted immediately Lucas said those two words ‘Mrs Baldwin’, his shoulders tensed and his mouth parted slightly as he slowly turned back to face Lucas.

“M-Mrs who?” he asked to confirm if his ears were actually working fine, or if he has misheard the words.

“Mrs Baldwin’s” Lucas repeated his words.

Mr Baldwin snatched the bag at once, he held it tightly as he stared at it, desperately and longingly.

“I bumped into her immediately I left the pharmacy, but she…” he trailed off, since he doesn’t know any acceptable way to say the words hanging in his throat.

Mr Baldwin slowly raised his head when he realized Lucas wasn’t saying anything, or was even ready to say anything.

“Where’s she? Where’s my wife?” he asked through clenched jaws, and gritted teeth.

“I’m sorry, Mr Baldwin but she..she…she…”

“She fuçking what?!” Mr Baldwin roared, making a few heads turn towards them, but they quickly minded their businesses.

Lucas lowered his head, and gulped nervously before speaking again.

“..she ran off when she saw me”

“She ran off?” Lucas nodded. “And you let her go? You couldn’t chase her?!”

“I did chase her, but she was running too fast and…”

“Useless!”

Mr Baldwin cut him off by sending a kick to his (Lucas’) right thigh.

“She’s six months pregnant, Lucas, how can a six months pregnant woman outrun you?!”

“I’m sorry, sir, but I didn’t chase after her, because I was worried about her and the baby’s safety”

“Fuçk! Fuçk! Fuçk!” Mr Baldwin growled as he angrily kicked the car’s tire.

“Sir, I swear, I purposely let her get away because I thought about your son, Mrs Baldwin might stumbled on something and fall if I continue chasing her, and your son might get hurt”

Mr Baldwin covered his face with the bag as he let out heavy breaths, but didn’t say any more words when he realized Lucas is right.

Keeping his son safe is everyone’s top priority, after all his son is the only way he can get his wife back, and keep her by his side until she’s ready to forgive and accept him again.

“Fortunately she left her bag behind, so I brought her it back with me, and hopefully, we’d find some important information inside”

Mr Baldwin nodded.

“At least we’ve confirm she’s here in New Orleans” he said.

He quickly opened the car, slide in and shut it in a loud bang.

“Quick, drive me home”

“Your home here in New Orleans, or a hotel?”

Mr Baldwin glared at him, Lucas cleared his throat and nodded as if Mr Baldwin just passed him a secret message.

“Your home” he concluded by himself, and quickly got into the driver’s seat.

Mr Baldwin’s phone rang immediately the car started moving, he reached for it and saw Fatima’s name flashing on the screen.

“Fatima” he answered the call.

“Sir, I’ve got the documents you requested” she said.

“Good. Buy a ticket, and bring it over to my home in New Orleans”

“Yes, sir”

   >><<

RACHEL’S pov.

“Thank you, sir” I thanked the driver.

I reached for my bag to pay him, but suddenly remembered how I had carelessly left it behind when Lucas was chasing me. I searched my pant pocket, fortunately for me there were still few cash with me -I guess even heaven is helping me.

I paid the driver his money, and alighted his cab. I waited until he’s drove off, before walking towards Asher’s home.

My eyes carefully scanned the area to make sure there wasn’t any suspicious looking human following me, because I’m sure Duncan’s men has dominated New Orleans since Lucas is here.

After making sure I wasn’t being followed, I raced towards the porch, and hurriedly check underneath the flower pot for our spare key, then opened the door and rushed in.

I shut the door in a loud bang, and hurried towards the kitchen to get a bottle of chilled water.
My eyes closed momentarily as I gulped down the water, I felt my temperature cooling down as the water circulate inside my body.

Funk! What a marathon -ok, that’s an exaggeration but you know what I mean.

My eyes moved towards the wall clock, it’s already 5pm and Asher will be back in a minute…oh, he’s back already.

I sprang up, kicked my sneakers off my legs and walked towards the living room -thankfully, I was wearing sneakers else I wouldn’t have been able to get away from Lucas so easily.

Asher smiled when he saw me coming out of the kitchen.

“Yo, darling, you’re hom…” he trailed off as his eyes landed on my foots. “I have told you numerous times to stop walking around the house barefooted” he scolded me.

I walked towards a sofa, and slumped on it, but winced quietly when I felt a sharp pain at my lower back.

“Where are you flip-flops?” he asked.

I shook my head.

“I don’t need them right now, my legs are still tired from the 2000 meter race and…”

“2000 thousand meter race?” he asked with a shocked expression.

“Yep” I gulped down the remaining water, and slammed the empty bottle on the table.

Asher squatted to my level, and his eyes started searching for any physical injuries.

“Why on earth were you running? Can’t you see racing isn’t good for condition? Or are you thinking of having a miscarriage after suffering for so many months already?” he nagged.

He raised his head, and threw me a glare when I wasn’t saying anything. I sighed softly.

“I was getting away from someone”

“Getting away from someone? To the extent of running such a distance?” he eyed me.

“It’s my husband”

“Your husband?”

I nodded.

“He’s here in New Orleans, and I don’t think he’s gonna leave without me, not now that he’s known I’m here too”

“Busted!” Asher growled.

He got up and kicked the sofa with his shoe, then pushed his hair back, and angrily threw his briefcase on another sofa.

“I was very careful when I was faking your identity, I made sure it’ll be hard for him to find you, bu

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THIRD PERSON’S pov.

Baldwin’s Mansion, LA<<

Nanny Pamela stared at her phone as she checked the time again, she’s been sitting on the same sofa in the living room, and haven’t move an inch since she called Mr Baldwin.

“Are you sure he’s gonna come home?” Mrs Jackson asked, dropping a place of tangerine on the table.

Just then the door pushed open, and Mr Baldwin strode in. Nanny Pamela glared harshly at him as he approached her, her eyes moved towards the cigarettes he held between his fingers, and handcuffs dangling on his waistband.

Mr Baldwin halted abruptly, and quickly threw the cigarette outside when he locked gaze with nanny Pamela.

A grin appeared on his face, and he rushed towards her and pulled her into a hug, but she pushed him off her when the overpowering stench of wine and cigarettes hit her.

“And where are you coming from with those?” she asked, gesturing at the cuffs. “And why are you smelling like a rotten fish?” she cringed her nose in disgust.

He looked down at himself, and grinned even more.

“I was meaning to use them on my prey today, but it’s useless now since I’ve found my heartbeat” his grin widened, there’s a spark in his eyes when he mentioned his heartbeat.

Nanny Pamela frowned in surprise, she grabbed his hand and stared anxiously at him.

“Rachel? You’ve found her?” she asked anxiously.

“Not yet, but I know where to look for her now”

“Really?”

“Hm”

Nanny Pamela pulled him into a tight hug, she smiled happily and didn’t realize when tears started flowing down her cheeks.

“You’ve finally come back to your senses, you’re finally normal again” she inhaled deeply. “But you can’t get her with this stench hovering over you, she wouldn’t wanna see you, or come home with you if you’re a mess” she said, still hugging him.

Mr Baldwin cleared his throat.

“Uh.. nanny, I can’t freshen up if you don’t let go of me” he said.

Nanny Pamela realized she was still hugging him, she quickly let go of him and chuckled lightly.

“Of course” she reached for her hanky, and dabbed her eyes. “One more thing, are you really sure you’re ready to bring her home?”

“Fuçk yes” he replied.

But his language earned him a smack, and glare from nanny Pamela.

“What I mean is, have you realize the reason she left in the first place?”

He shut his eyes and nodded slowly, then inhaled deeply and snapped his eyes open.

“Don’t worry, Nanny, I’ll go bring her home and correct all my wrongs”

He narrowed his eyes in determination.

“Last time it was all my fault for being insensitive, and I didn’t put enough efforts in our relationship, and broke her trust in me, and hurt her repeatedly”

He clenched his jaw, and balled his fists tightly beside him as though he’s mad at someone, but honestly he’s only mad at himself.

“But I’ll set things right this time, I’ll give my all to make us work again” he looked at nanny Pamela this time. “I really can’t lose her, nanny, or I’ll be totally lost”

Nanny Pamela nodded with a satisfied smile.

“Go on, son” she said.

He nodded, and he dashed towards the stairs leafing to his room.

   >><<

RACHEL’S pov.

Tulane Medical Center, New Orleans<<

“Holy shi…” Asher trailed off, and peeked at me. “Holy Molly!” he quickly corrected himself, because I have warned him never to curse in front of my baby.

Yeah, I know my baby is not born yet, but I must be strict with the people around me now before his (my baby’s) arrival, because if I can’t control what they say around me and my baby now, then I can’t do it later.

“Just look at his cute little hands” Asher gushed as he stared at the utrasound screen in excitement, he reached out his hand as though he wanna touch it.

I turned my eyes away from the screen, and gave him a questioning look.

“He’s still so little, how can you tell those are actually his hands?”

“You can call it a father’s instincts” he simply replied, which earned him a glare from me.

“Father?” he nodded. “Whose father?”

His eyes flicked to my exposed stomach, but I quickly pulled down my blouse, and his eyes stared back at my face.

“Our son’s”

I smacked his head, and quickly shifted my chair a little away from his.

“He’s my son, and he has a father who’s still very much alive, healthy and filthy rich” I smirked. “And trust me on this, he isn’t someone you’d wanna snatch his son from, so back off!”

He rolled his eyeballs at me, and was about saying something but doctor Linda cleared her throat, and we both turned our attention to her.

“Miss Zhou” doctor Linda called me. “I can see your baby is very smart and healthy, which means you’ve been in a very good lately” she raised her brows questioningly.

I nodded with a small smile, then she glared at Asher who’s reading through some test results.

“I can see your boyfriend’s doing a good job taking super care of you” she smiled. “I hope you both reconcile soon, because it’s gonna be very beneficiary for your baby”

I frowned at her words, and quickly shook my head in disagreement.

“No, no, you’re getting it wrong” I told her.

“I’m getting it wrong?”

“Yes, he’s not my boyfriend” I said, then threw Asher a glare. “Stop saying you’re my son’s father, you’re giving everyone the wrong impression our relationship!” I gritted out to him.

He laughed, then turned to face doctor Linda.

“Yeah, doctor, I’m not her boyfriend” I nodded in agreement. “But I’ll be soon” he added later.

I gasped unbelievably, and smacked his shoulder again.

“Stop saying that, will you?!”

“Stop saying what? That I wanna marry you?” he asked teasingly, because he knew I’m not finding it funny at all.

I glared at him, but he ignored my glaring eyes and looked down at my stomach with a wide grin.

“Listen, our baby is already calling me daddy”

“Asher, stop!” I snapped, then folded my arms on my chest angrily.

“You’re both cute together” doctor Linda said, which boasted Asher’s morale even more.

“Right?” he asked.

“Yeah, you look and sound like a married couple”

If only he knows my husband (well, ex-husband) is far more handsome than Asher, we both make a much better pair than Asher and I.

“Let’s discuss the main reason we’re here, or my girl will continue being mad at me” he said.

“I’m not your girl” I faced doctor Linda. “When is my next appointment?” I asked.

“Uh…”

She reached for a file, flipped through pages and wrote a few words down, before facing me again.

“21st of next month”

“Hm, thank you”

“Right, don’t do things that are gonna upset you, because your mood determine your baby’s agility”

I nodded, and got up.

“Thank you, doctor” I thanked her, and reached for my bag, but Asher snatched it before I could touch it.

“Thank you, doctor” he thanked doctor Linda too.

“It’s my pleasure, do have a nice day ahead” she waved at us, and we headed out.

I grumpily walked ahead of Asher, but he catch up with me in no time.

“Hey, are you mad at me?”

“Of course”

“I… ”

“You’ve got to stop telling people we’re an item, or my baby’s father”

He sighed softly, and reached for my hand.

“Do you think I’m joking?”

“Aren’t you?”

He shook his head, which made me frown slightly.

“I’m being serious here…”

I snatched my hand from his.

“What are you talking about, Asher?”

“I’m really…”

“No” I cut him off again. “You’re just confused, you don’t love me and you can’t love me, ok?”

“Why can’t I love?”

“Because of this” I gestured at myself, indirectly reminding him of my pregnancy.

“I don’t care about that, I love both of you and I… ”

“Is it because I’m living in your house? Aren’t I paying the rent to you?”

Maybe I should have moved out earlier, then he wouldn’t confuse his sympathy for love.

“I told you, you don’t have to pay rent to me but you insisted”

“Asher” I inhaled deeply. “Listen, I’ll forget what you’ve said, and pretend like you never said any of this, let’s just continue being friends” I told him.

He stayed silent for a moment, then sighed and nodded slowly.
I checked my phone, and gasped.

“It’s almost 1pm, let’s hurry or I’ll skip today’s session too” I said.

He quickly remembered about my therapy session, and nodded, then we rushed off.

     >><<

THIRD PERSON’S pov.

Hours Later – On a Highway – New Orleans<<

“Lucas?” Mr Baldwin called Lucas from the backseat.

“Yes, sir?”

“Any news from our men yet? Have they find out my wife’s home address?”

Lucas looked through the rearview mirror as he was about overtaking a car in front of them.

“No, sir” he answered Mr Baldwin’s question.

“Damnit! What’s taking them so long?!”

“I don’t know, sir, they saw her around, but couldn’t find her home address when they started asking about her”

Mr Baldwin let out a low, and deep growl as he clenched his jaw angrily.

“Tell them I’m already in New Orleans, and I want her home address before 3pm tomorrow!” he growled out.

“Yes, sir”

Mr Baldwin threw his head back, and massaged his temples as he was having a slight headache.

“Find a pharmacy near by, and get me some aspirin”

“Yes, sir” Lucas answered.

   >><<

RACHEL’S pov.

I sighed in relief as I stepped out of my therapist’s office, today’s session is the longest of all the sessions we’ve been having -today’s three hours.

I walked a few meters before arriving at the main road, I sighed tiredly when I saw no cabs in sight, and I couldn’t help but grumble at how hard it’s gonna be getting a cab here.

It would’ve been nice if Asher was still here, he’d have given me a ride back, but he received a call earlier from his secretary that his attention was needed in court, so he rushed off and promised to come pick me up after my session.

But it seems like he isn’t coming anytime soon, and I can’t wait for him because I need to get home and eat something -I can feel my baby’s restlessness and I know it’s because he’s hungry too.

Man, the sun is freaking burning my skin.

I quickly reached for my compact umbrella in my bag, opened it and raised it above my head, shielding myself from the scorching sun.

Maybe I should walk a few distance, and board a cab whenever I see one.

   >><<

Funk! I was so wrong when I said I might see a cab, because I have been walking several meters and still haven’t seen a cab, it’s as if I’m cursed not to travel by cab today.

I was lost in thought, and didn’t watch where I was going, so I bumped into someone. I raised my head to apologize, but quickly faced down when I saw who I had bumped into.

‘Lucas?! What is he doing here?! Don’t tell me Duncan’s trying to acquire a company here. Wait… Duncan’s… doesn’t this mean Duncan is here too?’

“I’m sorry, Miss, I was in a hurry and didn’t watch where I was going” he apologized quickly.

I pulled my umbrella down, making sure my face was completely blocked from his view.

“It’s fine, I wasn’t watching my way too” I told him, making my voice a little bit deeper.

“Thank you, but are you sure you’re ok?”

“Yeah, yeah” I replied, then turned around to leave.

I don’t know what happened, but my umbrella suddenly flew off my grip as if someone just snatched it from me. I lowered my head at once.

There’s a scarf on my shoulder, which I quickly pulled up over my head, reached for my bag and took out my sunglass, and wore it, hoping he won’t recognize me in this disguise.

“That was one strange wind, huh?”

“Hehe” I chuckled nervously. “Yeah” I turned around to go fetch my umbrella, he suddenly grabbed my arm.

“Mrs Baldwin?” he sounded surprised, yet sure.

Oh no, he recognized me.

“No, it’s not me, you’ve got the wrong person” I said.

“It’s not you?” he asked, and that’s when I relayed my words.

Crap! I just spilled the beans, what should I do? What should I do now?
I looked down at my stomach, baby, forgive your mama but we’ll have to do some exercise to make you smarter.

“Mrs Baldwin, we have been…”

I didn’t wait to listen to him, I took to my heels and ran as fast I could to get away from him, but he chased after me immediately.

“Stop, stop running it’s dangerous for the baby” he shouted as he chased after me.

But I didn’t stop at all, I continued running until I managed to lost him, and dashed into a alley. I ran until I arrive at another road, thankfully there was an oncoming cab, and I quickly stopped it.

“Are you ok, ma’am?” the driver asked when he saw the condition I was in, I guess he’s thinking I’m in labor because I’m breathing hard.

TO Be Continued

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He cringed in disgust at my explanation, and didn’t push the topic. He started the car and drove into the main road, I couldn’t help but laughed at his expression.

I rested my head against the window, and watched the tall buildings as we drove by. I suddenly remembered the first month I came to this city, I wouldn’t have survive or come this far if it wasn’t for Asher.

Flashback -Four Months Ago<<

“Rachel?” Mike’s voice came up.

“I need your help, and it’s urgent”

He chuckled lightly.

“Uh…urgent help? In case you forget, I’m currently outside the country as we speak” he said.

“I know, but…” I sniffled.

“You’re crying” he stated. “What’s wrong? Did something happen to your husband?”

I shook my head, but remembered he can’t see me.

“I’m tired, Mike” I cried.

“Tired? What’s going on?”

I guess I’m scaring him with the way I’m crying, because there’s worry and great concern in his voice.

“Duncan isn’t being honest with me at all, I.. I saw him with… ” I couldn’t speak, because saying it hurts me even more.

“What did he do?” he urged me to speak.

I sobbed for a few seconds, before gathering enough courage to say the words.

“I caught him in bed with Tasha Wood”

“What?!”

“Hm, and he’s lying about it”

“That’s a barbaric act” he growled angrily.

“I’m ready, I’m ready to divorce and leave him”

There’s a brief silence from his side, then I heard shuffling sound as if he’s walking.

“No, you can’t divorce him”

I frowned.

“Why can’t I?” I asked.

“I don’t think divorce is really want you need, you’d have divorced him when he came back to apologize… ”

“I was being a fool, can’t you see that?”

He stayed silent for a moment.

“How about you take a break, go on a vacation and give your relationship some time to recuperate”

I shook my head in disagreement.

“I don’t need a break, I just wanna disappear from his life forever, and I need you to do just one thing for me”

“What is it?”

“Fake an identity for me”

“What?! That’s fuçking illegal?!” he exclaimed.

I raised my brows.

“Don’t be so ethical with me, Mike”

“Rachel, calm down and…”

“It’s either you help me fake an identity, or I’ll commit suicide and write a note that my lawyer, who is Mike Coleman forced me into committing suicide, and… ”

“Fine!” he interrupted me. “I don’t do illegal jobs, but I know someone who does”

“Who?”

“My twin, Asher” he said.

I furrowed my eyebrows, yeah, why didn’t I think of his twin brother earlier?

“I’ll tell him to help you, I’ll forward your info to him and his address to you, you both can sort yourselves out”

“Thank you, you’ve just saved a life”

He scoffed, and I’m sure he did an eye roll too.

“I just destroyed a life too” he said.

I know he’s referring to Duncan, but I don’t care.

“Right, keep this a secret, no one can know my whereabout”

“Sure” he said, then I hanged up, and fell on my bed as I tried my best to refrain my tears from falling down.

End of flashback<<

And that’s how I met Asher, and he’s been there for me all these while.

Many people will say I’m cruel, but I don’t give a fuçk because I was gonna lose my sanity, and fall into depression had I stayed with Duncan.

This is best for us, I’ll get my sanity back and he’ll get his shîts back together.

“Is Miss Zhou even listening to me?” Asher called me by my fake maiden name.

Yeah, he faked a Chinese identify for me, and I don’t understand why, because I obviously don’t look like a Chinese woman.

“Rachel?” he called me again.

“What?!” I snapped, but playfully.

“I said your therapist called me”

“Oh”

“Yeah, she said she called you numerous times but you ignored her calls” he glanced at me, and quickly moved his eyes back to the road. “Are you trying to skip another session today?” he asked.

I know he’s narrowing his eyes even though I’m not looking his way, because he does it almost everytime he’s trying to be strict with me.

“Why do I have to go to my antenatal, and therapy session the same day? Why can’t I have this session tomorrow?” I grumbled referring to the therapy session.

“That’s what you get for skipping yesterday’s session, now quit grumbling and… ” he was cut off by his phone’s ringtone.

He reached for his phone and checked the caller’s ID, before answering it, then I tuned him out.

I reached for my phone to check the time, I turned it on and my wallpaper glued my eyes to the screen.

My heart ached as I stared at my wallpaper, it’s been four months since I left but I still don’t feel like changing my wallpaper yet -why?

   >><<

THIRD PERSON’S pov.

Westin Bonaventure Hotel And Suites – presidential suite<<

Mr Baldwin laughed as a lady danced on his laps, she grabbed his tie and rested her forehead against her, while staring in his eyes.

She soon let go of his tie, pushed him back on the sofa and threw her head back, puffed out her big boobs and slowly moved her shoulders to the rhythm of the music.

Mr Baldwin inhaled a large amount of smoke from his cigar, and slowly puffed them out on the lady’s face as she lowered her body, and leaned on him.

She seductively traced his lips with her forefinger, then tried to bring her lips closer to his, but he placed a finger on his lips and shook his head at her.

“No kissing, darling, I’m a married man” he smirked as he showed her his ring finger, his wedding ring glimmered to prove his words.

“Oh”

“Fuçk yeah, just continue dancing” he held her right arm, and rubbed his stubble beard on it. “I love how flexibility sway your body to the music” he complimented her, and she giggled.

Just then the door open, and Lucas walked in with an envelope in his hands, but Mr Baldwin didn’t spare him a glance.

“Sir, I have something to report”

“Out” Mr Baldwin ordered him, still not sparing him a glance.

“It’s urgent, sir”

“Can’t you see I’m very busy?!” he growled.

Lucas glared at the lady as she does a dirty lap dance, he clenched his jaw and gripped the envelope tighter as if he’s refraining himself from straggling the lady.

“I can see you’re busy, sir, but you must see this or you’ll regret not seeing it earlier”

Mr Baldwin narrowed his eyes angrily, he doesn’t seem to like Lucas’s tune.

“This better be important, Lucas, or I’ll have your head” he gritted out, but didn’t turn away from the girl.

“Sir, it’s about your wife”

Mr Baldwin suddenly regain consciousness as if he was in a coma, he pushed the girl off him immediately Lucas said those words, and he sprang up at once and his eyes caught the photos Lucas was stretching out to him.

He snatched them, and stared at them with shaky hands.

“Where did these photos come from?” he asked.

“Our men sent them, they spotted Mrs Baldwin shopping at a mall in New Orleans” Lucas reported.

“New Orleans?!”

“Yes, sir, and from the information they’ve gathered, it seems like she’s been staying in New Orleans for four months now”

“What?! You mean my wife’s been in the state of Louisiana all these while?!”

“Yes, sir”

Mr Baldwin frowned, he wondered why they couldn’t find her since she was still in America, but that isn’t important to him anymore.

“Quick, get my jet ready, we’re going to New Orleans right away”

“Yes, sir” then Lucas left in a hurry.

Mr Baldwin grinned as he stared at the photos, he’s not sure if he’ll truly see her in New Orleans, but he couldn’t help smiling and feeling happy at the little glimmer of hope he’s found.

“Wait for me, I’m coming to get you back, My. Heartbeat” then he kissed the photos.

TO Be Continued

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THIRD PERSON’S pov.

Wetland Holiday Inn, room 0028<<

“Here, wear these clothes” an advanced lady threw some clothes at Tasha.

Tasha caught the clothes, and hurriedly wore them as she released relieved breaths.

“That was close” she whispered. “Thanks for rescuing me, Ms Cara” she thanked the woman, who’s now known as Ms Cara.

“Of course, I wouldn’t abandon you” Ms Cara said.

“What’s the next step?” Tasha asked.

Ms Cara smirked victoriously.

“Don’t worry about the next step, leave it to me” she said.

   >><<

RACHEL’S pov

Baldwin’s Mansion, LA<<

I stared directly in Duncan’s eyes while waiting for his response, he took a step closer to me, but I jumped back as though fire’s consumed his body and I don’t wanna get burn.

He stared back at me in silence, as if he’s trying to read my expression, but I tried my best to keep my face void of every expressions.

“It’s was.. uh..”

Uh? Is he thinking of lying to me right now?

“It was great”

“It was great?” I asked.

“Yeah, we talked about a lot of things” he replied with a smile.

I simply stared at him.

“You really did meet with Mr Ferrari?” I asked again.

“Yeah”

“Where did you two meet?”

“Uh.. at Wetland” he answered.

I chuckled mentally. He could tell me the name of the hotel, but not the person he met with?

“Are you telling me the truth?”

“Of course, I won’t dare lie to you”

He tried to close the space between us and reach for my hand, but I stepped back again, creating an even bigger space between us.

I shook my head in dismay.

“You’re making it hard for me to trust, Duncan”

“I…”

“You’re lying to my face, Duncan”

“My heartbeat, I…”

“Don’t call me that!” I snapped at him. “When are you gonna be wholeheartedly honest with me, and most importantly be honest with yourself?”

It seemed like he wanted to say something, but decided against it because it might get me angrier.

“Take Mariah for example, when are you gonna tell her about her deceased husband? Or are you gonna continue lying to her? Don’t she has a right to know about her own husband’s death? Or are you keeping it from her for her own good?” I asked. “Because that’s what you always tell me” I added.

“Di-did you know something?” he asked in a short stutter, I could even notice fear in his voice.

“Is there something I wasn’t supposed to see?” I asked him back.

“No, I…”

“No?”

He closed his eyes, pumped his cheeks and puffed out some air. He opened his eyes and saw me looking expectantly at him.

“I don’t know what you know, or whatever you are thinking right now, but there’s definitely a perfect explanation for it”

“Don’t give me that ‘there’s a perfect explanation for it’ shît!” I warned him. “And, are you pretending like you don’t know? Or you really don’t know what I’m talking about?”

He opened his mouth to say something, there’s a sudden knock on the door and he turned around to answer it.

“Mr Baldwin, nanny Pamela wanna have a talk with you, and Mariah’s leaving” Fatima’s voice sounded from outside.

“I’ll be there in a minute” he answered, then I heard Fatima walking away.

He turned back to me with an annoying smile, then gestured towards the door.

“It seemed like it’s pretty urgent, I’ll go check on them and come back real quick to answer any questions you have”

I frowned.

“You mean our discussion isn’t urgent?”

“No, no, that’s not what I meant”

“Then what… ”

“I’ll be back in a jiffy” he said, and dashed towards the door without giving me any chance to utter another word.

I watched him as he rushed out of our room, it’s almost as if he’s been looking for ways to avoid answering me honestly, it’s like he doesn’t wanna lie to me, but he doesn’t wanna tell me the truth either.

I shut my eyes and gulped down all my hurts, I reached for my phone and dialed a number, I never knew it’s gonna come to this but I’ve got no choice, it seemed like this is the only way out.

I can’t continue hurting every damn time, I must do something to save myself, and help Duncan too.

“Rachel?” his voice came up.

“I need your help, and it’s urgent”

“Sure” then I hanged up, and fell on my bed as I tried my best to refrain my tears from falling down.

   >><<

THIRD PERSON’S pov

Mr Baldwin’s steps faltered, and his brows furrowed instantly when he saw Mariah standing near two luggages, like she was ready to leave.

He looked around and saw everyone, (nanny Pamela, Mrs Jackson and Fatima) standing next to her. Fatima’s hand was on her shoulder, as though she’s silently consoling her (Mariah), or maybe begging her to stay.

None of them has seen him though, since they were all backing him. He cleared his throat to make his presence known, and they all turned around.

“What’s going on?” he asked with a tilted head.

Mariah smiled, and shook his head, indicating all is well.

“Duncan, I.. ” she briefly held her lower lip between her teeth, and inhaled sharply. “I wanna ask you a question, and I need you to be honest with me”

Mr Baldwin stared at her, from the look on her face he could already guess what she wanted to ask him, but he nodded anyway.

“It’s about Jamal, where is he?” she asked him.

“Uh… ”

“Just be honest with me, I really need to know what’s going on with my husband”

Mr Baldwin shut his eyes when his wife’s words relayed on his mind, he decided it’s time to tell Mariah the truth, but how would he tell he -that’s his biggest

“I’m not really good at this, but Jamal…”

“Jamal is dead” she cut in. “Right?”

He simply stared at her blankly, not knowing if he should agree or not.
Mariah’s eyes welled up, but she tried to blink her tears away and smiled.

“I know he’s been dead since three weeks ago” she said.

“You knew?”

She nodded.

“Yes”

“I.. I’m sorry” was all he could blurt out at the moment.

His eyes scanned them, then settled on Fatima who’s pulling a sad face, he narrowed his eyes at her as if he’s telepathically asking if she was the one who told Mariah about Jamal’s death.

Fatima met his narrowed eyes, and quickly shook her head in denial immediately she understood the message he was passing to her.

“It’s fine, Duncan” Mariah said, which made Mr Baldwin averted his gaze back to her. “Don’t feel guilty because Jamal’s death isn’t a surprise to me”

“Huh?”

Everyone frowned at her words, they’re wondering why she said her husband’s death isn’t a surprise to her.

“Jamal would have died even without being shot”

“What do you mean?” Fatima asked, she couldn’t hold back her curiosity anymore, and she sounded like she doesn’t appreciate Mariah’s suspense.

“Jamal’s a cancer patient”

“What?” Mr Baldwin frowned.

His eyes narrowed even more when he recalled how healthy and vibrant Jamal was, before he was shot.

“We found out about his cancer when it was too late, and besides, we’re a little bit broke so…” she trailed off, and gulped down a lump in her throat. “He was in his last days” she added.

“Oh, good heavens” Mrs Jackson gasped in an almost inaudible whisper.

“I’m kinda glad he died the way he died, at least he escaped some pains and sorrows” she smiled sadly.

Mr Baldwin sighed after hearing Mariah’s words, he shook his head and closed his eyes briefly.

“I’m really sorry for your loss, Mariah” he sighed again. “I promised Jamal I’ll take care of you and your kids, just don’t… ”

“It’s fine, Duncan” Mariah cut in. “Like I said earlier, don’t feel guilty, or think my kids and I are now your responsibility”

“But I… ”

“I’m very grateful to you, for letting me and my kids stay here for the past three weeks” she smiled, then she looked at everyone with a grateful smile. “I also get to spend time with these amazing people, I’m very happy for that”

She opened her arms, calling them for a group hug and they (Mrs Jackson, Fatima and Nanny Pamela) rushed to hug her.

“Thank you” she whispered in a shaky voice, it sounded as if she’s gonna burst into tears soon.

They hugged for a few seconds, before pulling apart.

“So.. where are you going?” Mr Baldwin asked, nodding at her packed luggages. “My driver will give you a ride” he added.

“Em, that won’t be necessary, we’re going back to my hometown” she said.

“Your hometown?” Fatima asked.

“Yeah, it’s in Texas” she replied.

“My driver can drive you and the kids there…”

“Duncan, I said it’s fine” she turned around, and smiled at someone upstairs. “You’ve got a bigger problem to solve”

Everyone followed her gaze, and saw Rachel standing at the highest step with a sad and broken expression.

“Yeah, a very big problem” Mr Baldwin whispered to himself.

TO Be Continued

Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 58

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At that moment, the lights turned on again but Tasha was no longer standing by the bed, rather there’s a note laying on the bed instead.

Mr Baldwin rushed forward, and reached for the note.

‘Take responsibility for what happened between us today, and don’t think of killing me to cover up, or your wife will pay dearly for it’

“Fuçk! Fuçk! Fuçk!” he squeezed the note, and angrily threw it back on the bed.

He angrily threw the gun back to Lucas and headed towards the door.

“Damn that Ferrari, he lured me into a trap!”

“That’s not entirely true…”

Lucas swallowed his words, and gulped when Mr Baldwin suddenly stopped walking and turned to him with a deadly glare.

“I mean, someone’s playing a trick here, because I’ve just got some news about Mr Ferrari” he said, showing his phone to Mr Baldwin.

Mr Baldwin frowned deeply as he stared at the screen, he doesn’t seem to understand what he’s staring at.

“What is this?”

“Mr Ferrari was involved in an accident on his way coming to meet with us, though he’s been rushed to a hospital, but unfortunately, he’s gone into a coma and the doctors don’t think he’s gonna wake up soon”

“Bloody hell, how did they make it possible for us to fall into their trap?!”

He glared maliciously at the room once more.

“My wife mustn’t know what happened here”

“But Tasha’s gone, what if…”

“I’ll handle everything!” then he (Mr Baldwin) stormed out, with Lucas closely following behind.

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RACHEL’S pov.

Fatima snatched my empty luggage, and pushed it aside then stared at me with a confused frown.

“I know something’s wrong, but tell me what the hell is going on? Why are you packing your luggage as if you’re going on a trip?”

Her eyes moved to the heap of clothes I’ve neatly folded, and kept aside.

“A long trip” she added.

Fatima’s and I are currently in I and Duncan’s room, (it’s gonna be just Duncan’s room soon), we’re done eating dinner which I forcibly and absentmindedly shoved down my throat.

She’s been studying my body language and facial expression since I came back, and she knows something’s wrong with me even though I’m smiling at everyone.

“Give me the luggage, I’m yet to put my clothes” I said.

“No, not until you tell me what’s going on”

“Everything’s fine” I replied.

Her brows furrowed at my response.

“Everything’s fine? Then why are you folding? Why do you need a luggage?”

I sighed and turned away from her, then my eyes landed on the envelope in which the CD was packaged.

My mind flashed back to the scene I walked in back at the hotel, the images of Duncan hugging Tasha very tight and passionately as he fuçk her replayed on my mind.

“Rachel, you have blue since you came back from your stroll, which I know is a lie” Fatima said. “Is this about Duncan?” she asked.

I couldn’t hold back anymore, I couldn’t pretend to be strong anymore, I turned around and hugged her, then let out all my hurt and started crying on her shoulder.

It’s as if I’ve been bottling too much pains, It’s as if today’s event just reminded me of all the hurts I’ve been trying to push behind.

“Uh… ” she didn’t know what to say, but could only pat my shoulder.

“Why? Why? Why now? How can he do this to me at a time like this? Why? Tell me why?” I lament.

He told me he’s remained faithful to me for the past six years, is that really true?

I wanted to divorce him, but he came back and apologized, he asked for a second chance which I gave him.. is he indirectly telling me I made a big mistake?

Why did he have to cheat on me with my biggest rival? Why did he come back to finally crush me?
I was doing fine without him, why did he come back to ruin my life?!

Fatima continued patting my back and let me cry on her shoulder for a moment, then she led me to a sofa and sat me down.

“Did Duncan do something?”she asked while handing me a tissue to dry my tears.

I collected the tissue, but didn’t use it and nodded to her question.

“What did he do?”

“I hate him” were the first words that left my mouth.

I dabbed my eyes and blew my nose, I winced slightly as I felt a sharp pain at the back of my head -I guess I’ll have a sever headache later from all this crying.

“Here, have some water” Fatima handed me a glass of water.

“Thank you” I said, and collected it.

I gulped it down in no time, and handed the empty glass back to her. She waited for a few minutes, before asking.

“Can you tell me what’s going on now?”

I stayed silent for a moment.

“He cheated” I said.

Fatima narrowed her eyes.

“Who cheated?” she asked, as if she doesn’t know who I was referring to -I guess she’s as surprised as me.

“Duncan, he cheated”

“What?!” she shouted. “That’s impossible!”

I chuckled dryly.

“Really?”

“Yeah, Duncan would never, even in his wildest dreams, cheat on you” she said with all confidence.

If only she saw what I saw.

“Unless he’s not in his right state of mind, or don’t you trust husband?”

“Trust” I chuckled and shook my head. “How can you trust someone who left you for six years? Do you think it’s possible to trust him so easily?”

“Rachel… ”

“I did trust, but what did I get in return? A cheating husband?”

I folded my arms on my chest, and leaned back on the sofa, then a brief silence fell on us.

“Rachel, I know you’re hurting deeply, but I think you should calm down and…”

Her words were interrupted by the creaking sound of the door opening, we both snapped our heads towards it and saw Duncan walked in, he looked tired but still well dressed.

I felt my blood boiling in anger, I felt like pouncing on him and beating the hell outta him, but…

Fatima tugged my arm, and I faced her.

“Don’t act rashly, just keep cool and handle everything maturely, ok?”

I simply stared at her, because I don’t know if I will be able to keep my cool.

“I’m leaving” she said and rushed towards the door, he greeted Duncan with a bow before leaving.

Duncan’s eyes scanned the room, and he frowned in confusion when he saw my folded clothes on the bed and luggage at the foot of the bed.

He rushed towards me, he crouched to my level and reached for my hands, then flashed me a sweet smile.

“My heartbeat, what’s going on? Why did you turn our room upside down?” he asked.

Really? I turned the room upside down? Heh, if only he knows what I’m planning on doing.

“Have you been crying? Are you ok?” he asked again.

I snatched my hands from him, and shifted away from him.

“How was your meeting with Mr Ferrari?” I asked him.

“It’s..it’s Uh…”

“Don’t you dare lie to me!” I growled looking him straight in the eyes.

TO Be Continued

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