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  • Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 26)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 26)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 26

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    🔸(Our Lives Behind Closed Doors)🔸

    Then my mind went back to the money he’s just sent me, I wanted to tell him I don’t need the money but my phone started ringing. I checked the caller’s ID and realized it’s an unknown number, I sat up and received it.

    “Hello?” I answered the call.

    “Hello, Rachel, longest time” an unfamiliar female voice replied enthusiastically.

    I frowned a little bit, who’s this? She sounded as if she know me very well.

    “You must be wondering who I am, right?” she asked.

    “Yeah” I answered.

    She laughed.

    “It’s Jacinta, Mike’s girl”

    Jacinta? Oh, Mike’s fiancee! I smacked my head mentally for being dimwitted.

    “Hi, Jacinta”

    “Hi, I was wondering if you’re in town now?”

    “Any problem? Are you and Mike still having issues?” I asked the first thing that crossed my mind.

    It’s been three weeks since I last saw or spoke with Mike, who knows if he’s found another fault in his fiancee; Men are so problematic, I have one with me here.

    “No, no, no” I could imagine her shaking her head right now. “Mike and I are doing perfectly great, I just wanna ask you of a little favor”

    “A favor?”

    “Yeah”

    I nodded, but quickly remembered she can’t see me.

    “Alright, what’s it?”

    She stayed silent for a moment, then cleared her throat and spoke.

    “I wanna learn how to run a business, I don’t know if you can teach me?” she asked in an unsure tone.

    My brows furrowed at her request, I blinked a few times and looked down at myself.
    Duncan gave me a look that says ‘what’s wrong’ and I shook my head at him, silently telling him I’m fine.

    “Hello, Rachel? Are you still with me?”

    “Yeah, but…” I paused and gulped down a lump in my throat. “.. you want me to teach how to run a business?”

    “Yeah”

    “Are you being serious? Or you’re just pulling my legs?”

    I mean, her parents are rich folks and she probably attended a prominent university, what am I, a high school dropout, supposed to teach her about running a business?

    “No, no, I’m not pulling your legs, I’m being serious” she sighed. “Mike and I have come up with a business plan, but we both have little to none knowledge about running it”

    “Oh”

    “Yeah, I’ve seen how capable you are and I realize you’re perfect to be my teacher in this aspect”

    I blushed at her compliment, which made Duncan frown as he eyed me suspiciously, he must be thinking I’m talking to a man now.

    Then mouthed ‘i’m the only one who can make you blush’ at me, I rolled my eyeballs and shook my head. What an ignorant, jealous husband.

    ‘i’m talking with a woman’ I mouthed back at him.

    “Hello, Rachel?”

    “Uh…” I cleared my throat. “Here’s the thing, Jacinta” I paused. “I don’t have a degree in business administration and I’m only running my business the way any layman would run their business, and…”

    “Wait a sec” she cut in. “Rachel, do you think I’m mocking you by asking you to teach me?” she asked.

    “No, that’s not what I meant, I just…” I trailed off, I don’t have what to say.

    “Do you know even the rich do cry in pain and ask for help too? When a less privileged man asks for help he’s being sincere, but when a privileged man asks for help he’s being insincere?” she asked.

    Her question does makes perfect sense, she’s asking me for help meant she appreciate me.

    “Fine, we’ll talk more when I get back” I told her.

    “Great, thank you”

    “Oh, don’t mention it”

    “Alright, bye bye”

    “Bye” I replied and hang up.

    Duncan cleared his throat which made me glared at him.

    “You’re such a jealous freak”

    “You can’t blame, my wife is too hot and I don’t trust other guys around her, because I can hardly resist her” he replied.

    He sure knows the right words to say to make me blush very hard. I jumped off the bed and headed towards the closet.

    “Go freshen up, Duncan, we’re gonna be leaving for the mall soon” I told him.

    “Yes, ma’am” he replied but didn’t move an inch.

    He put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes as he balanced himself on the bed. I sighed and ignored him for that moment, making up my mind that I’ll come back to him when I’m done changing.

         >><<
    

    “Why did we buy so much groceries, again?” I asked Duncan as Lucas took a turn.

    “We’ll be needing them at the place I’m taking you” he replied.

    We’re done shopping, we didn’t spend too much time at the mall because even though Duncan was in disguise his die-hard fans still recognized him, and they wouldn’t stop flocking after him and asking for his autograph.

    Few Minutes Later<<

    Lucas slowed down as we near a big gate, he stopped in front of the gate and honked, then waited a few seconds for the gate to open.

    I read the words boldly written on the gate.

    RACHEL’S LOVE AND CARE HOME.

    What is this place? Why is my name there?

    I wanted to ask Duncan about it, but then again not everything is about me, this place might have nothing to do with me and having my name there might be coincidental.

    The gate open and Lucas drove in, he stopped in front of a mansion. Duncan alighted and helped me alight too, then Lucas drove off to park the car.

    A man and woman who seemed to be in their late forties approached us, no, the man might be in his early fifties and the woman in her late forties, and it seemed like they’re husband and wife, because I can see the man’s affection for the woman when he held her hand and helped her down a step.

    Who are they? And why did Duncan bring me to see them? Or are they his relations?

    “Oh, Duncan!” the woman called enthusiastically as they neared us.

    “Mama!” he called her in an equally enthusiastic tone, with a very wide and bright smile.

    I blinked in confusion as they hugged each other. Am I missing something here? Didn’t he told me his mom died in a car accident? Why is this woman his mama now?

    He pulled away from the hug and faced the man, whom he also pulled into a hug.

    “Poppa” he called him.

    Hello, Mr Baldwin, you’re confusing your wife here -I screamed mentally.

    The woman moved closer to me and was staring at my face closely, as if she’s confirming something then she nodded.

    “She’s even more beautiful than in reality” she said.

    “Uh.. thank you, ma’am” I thanked her.

    She reached for my hand and held it delicately.

    “Now I know why he wouldn’t stop bragging about you, you’re such a beauty goddess”

    “Hehehe” I chuckled awkwardly.

    As if Duncan noticed my awkwardness, he came back to my side and wrapped an arm around my waist.

    “Poppa, mama, meet my wife, Rachel Baldwin” he looked down at me and planted a kiss on my head. “My heartbeat, meet Mr and Mrs Hank, but the kids call them mama and poppa, they’re the orphanage’s caretaker” he introduced.

    “Orphanage?” I asked, sounding very surprised.

    “Yeah” Duncan answered.

    I looked around in admiration, this place looks nothing like an orphanage, I mean our orphanage back then had dorms, but this looks like a home. I mean this is exactly my dream, this is my budget to build a home for orphan kids and they’d be happy and free to do whatever they want.

    God bless the soul that realize my dream for me.

    “Wow, whoever built this must have spent a lot of money here” I said as I continued looking around in admiration.

    I realized there are five more mansions here, I don’t know how many acres of land is this, but it’s big enough to contain six mansions and there’s still enough space left.

    “Yeah, I though Duncan was joking when he gave us the contract of building it” Mama said.

    My eyes almost bulged out as I stared at Duncan in great shock.

    “Surprise!!” he said and smiled.

    “What?! This is the surprise you have for me?!” I asked.

    He nodded.

    “I know you’ve been saving up to build an orphanage, so, I built this for you”

    “Wait, how did.. ” I trailed off as I already have my answer.

    Fatima must have told him about my plan, what other secrets of mine has she told him?

    My stomach churned in excitement, my joy knew no bounds and I don’t even know how to react. I simply pulled him into a very tight hug, hide my face in his chest and cried in joy.

    He’s been quietly doing so much for me and helping me realize my dreams all these years, he has never stopped loving me.

    As if to prove Duncan’s words, some kids raced towards us and started jumping on Duncan. I quickly stepped away from him because I might sustain injuries from how they were jumping on him in excitement; it’s as if they want him to carry all of them at once.

    “Duncan! Duncan! Duncan!” they chanted as they jumped on him.

    My lips curved in a smile as I watched them, my eyelids twitched as tears brimmed my eyes and I saw myself in these kids.

    Memories of our days back at our orphanage flooded my mind, I remember how we’d run around, fight and up end talking the next five minutes. I couldn’t help but miss those days and every kid in our orphanage, I wonder how they’re doing right now.

    “Alright kids, I brought a lot of presents for everyone, who wants to check out their presents?” Duncan asked.

    “Meeeee!” they all chorused happily.

    “Then come on!” he carried a two little girls and raced inside, with the other kids racing after him.

    “The kids love him so much” Mama said with a satisfied smile. “They’ve been missing him” she added.

    “Let’s go inside too” poppa said, mama and I nodded then headed inside.

    TO Be Continued

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  • Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 25)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 25)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 25

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    🔸(Our Lives Behind Closed Doors)🔸

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    THIRD PERSON’S pov.

    Somewhere in LA<<

    A young man, who seemed to be a guard, rushed into an office, he stopped by a table and bowed at someone (a man) sitting on a swivel chair, whose back was facing the young man as he stared outside a window.

    “Boss, Duncan’s men are secretly searching for the driver of that truck” the guard reported.

    “Let him search” the man replied.

    The guard frowned slightly.

    “What if he finds something? Or should we just kill him?” the man turned his head towards the guard. “That way achieving your goals would be easier”

    The man shook his head in disagreement, he got up from his chair and walked towards the window.

    “Don’t you dare touch him, just keep on changing the driver’s location and identity”

    “But sir, he’s standing in your way of…. ”

    “He’s my son after all, and my only child at that. Not even a strand of his hair should be messed with!” he growled.

    “Yes, sir” the guard answered and left.

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    RACHEL’S pov.

    Weeks Later<<

    I pouted my lips grumpily, with my eyebrows furrowed tightly in a whiny frown, I folded my arms on my chest and leaned against the headboard then threw a glare at Duncan’s way.

    It’s been three weeks since we’ve been staying in Alabama, three weeks since I last spoke with Fatima or even see her; I guess Duncan’s sent her on a mission. I haven’t asked about her or anything that has to do with her yet, because I’m still sulking, which is so not me but I couldn’t help it -we’ll eventually settle our differences soon when next I see her.

    And most importantly, it’s been three weeks since I last opened my cafe -Ah, I have missed a lot of money by now.

    It’s been three weeks too since Duncan’s mysterious wife’s topic has been trending on the internet, everyone’s talking about how they can’t believe Tasha is actually Duncan’s wife, and they wouldn’t stop gushing about how perfect they look together.

    Ugh! So annoying.

    I sighed for the one thousandth time, I was purposely sighing to get Duncan’s attention, but my sinfully handsome and wicked husband wouldn’t take his eyes off his laptop to look my way.

    “Someone’s been sighing since three hours ago, are you alright?” he asked.

    Ok, he’s kinda exaggerating things here. I know I’ve been sighing a lot since I woke up, but that was just five minutes ago.

    “Are you hungry…” he paused, raised his head slightly and glanced at my stomach. “.. again?” he added, emphasizing on ‘again’ in a tired tone.

    “What do you mean by that? Are you calling me a foodie?” I asked.

    “Well, you’ve been eating quite a lot recently”

    I gasped at his response, and gave him a shocked look before grabbing his ear and pulled it as hard as I could.

    “What was that supposed to mean?!” I growled in his ear.

    “I’m saying, I’ll go broke if you continue eating like a whale” he said.

    I let go of his ear, narrowed my eyes and balled my fists. He stared at my face and burst into fits of laughter as he pointed at my face.

    “Are you trying to look like a fierce lioness?” he laughed. “You simply look like a cute kitten” then laughed harder.

    “How dare you!” I growled lowly, but playfully.

    He gently put his laptop aside and tried to hop off our bed, but he wasn’t fast enough, I’ve already pounced on him before he could think of running away.

    “Did you just called me a kitten?!” I asked in a bolder voice to make me sound scary, but I was only making a fool out of myself.

    “Of course” then he barred his teeth at me and bent his fingers as if they were claws. “Meow!” he meowed.

    “Huh?!” I raised my left eyebrow as I smirked evilly.

    His eyes grew wide when he saw my evil smirk, then he raised his hands in surrender and shook his head in denial.

    “No, no, you’re the fiercest lioness on the planet” he confessed but it’s too late.

    My fingers position on his soft spot and I started tickling him, making him laugh out loud and hard.
    Yeah, my very tough husband is very ticklish and he hates getting tickled, he’d only succumb to me whenever I threaten to tickle him.

    “I..” he stopped and laughed. “I’m.. I.. I’m.. sorry,.. so.. so.. sorry” he pleaded amidst laughter.

    I didn’t listen to his pleas, I continued torturing him with my fingers and he couldn’t fight back, because his hands and legs had all gone soft and weak from too much laugh.

    “.. I’m… I’m.. go.. gonna die.. sorry, I’m.. sorry” he pleaded.

    “Are you giving up now? Didn’t you said I’m a kitten? Why is the kitten beating up the lion now?” I asked.

    He couldn’t speak, he could only shake his head and turn uncomfortably as his laughter grew louder.

    “Holy shît!” he shouted at once. “My back! I just hurt my back!”

    I quickly stopped and withdrew my hand immediately he said that, I frantically searched his back to see if I reopen his wound but I frowned when realization dawned on me; his wounds has all healed.

    “Duncan, you tricked me!!”

    But he was already out of the bed, he’s leaning against a wall as he breath heavily and was trying to stabilize his breath.

    “I had to” he inhaled deeply. “You almost killed me, darling”

    I smirked victoriously.

    “That’s what you get for insulting me” I huffed.

    He raised his hands in surrender as he walked back to me, he hopped on the bed and pulled me into a hug, making me sit between his legs.

    He coughed lightly to clear his throat.

    “Honestly, what’s wrong? Why have you been sighing?” he asked.

    “I wanna go home” I said.

    “You wanna go home?” I nodded. “Isn’t home supposed to be where I am? What home are you talking about?”

    I rolled my eyeballs.

    “Of course home is wherever you are, but I miss our home in LA” I paused and turned slightly to face him. “Our home back in LA is old and almost so ‘so last season’ but it’s very special to me, because it holds our joys, sorrows and hard work”

    Duncan stayed quiet for a moment, as I state my reason for missing home and wanting to go back, then he sighed softly as he nodded slowly.

    “To me it’s always gonna remain our home forever, I wanna go back, baby, I’m feeling homesick” I said.

    It’s true, I’ve been feeling quite under the weather lately, and I believe it’s because I couldn’t stop thinking about how much money I’ve missed, since I haven’t open my cafe in weeks.

    Duncan narrowed his eyes at me.

    “Are you sure you’re feeling homesick because you miss home, or because you haven’t open your cafe in weeks?” he asked.

    I grinned goofily and shook my head in denial.

    “I just miss everyone at home, Mrs Jackson, Jeb, Maria and the others” I said, using our staffs as an excuse.

    He snuggled his nose in my neck and inhaled my perfume addictively.

    “We’re on our honeymoon, my heartbeat, let’s just enjoy the moment”

    I frowned a little bit.

    “Honeymoon?”

    “Hm” he hummed in response.

    I huffed and pushed him off me, but he was quick to hold me back.

    “I’m gonna be going to Paris for our honeymoon, this doesn’t count!” I snapped at him.

    “My heartbeat, I… ”

    “You already gave me the right to choose where we’ll go for our honeymoon” I smirked. “You don’t have a say in this”

    His shoulders slumped down as he recalled promising to let me choose any country for our honeymoon, that was before he became very, very famous and started having lesser time for me.

    “Fine, you win” he gritted out with a tight smile.

    “I always win, now tell me when we’re going back to LA, I’m gonna lose all my customers if I don’t open my cafe next week”

    Duncan scoffed loudly immediately I said that.

    “I knew it, you just wanna go back and resume your cafe” he twisted his lips. “Why am I just realizing that my wife is even more careerist than me?”

    I turned fully to face him, pouted my lips and held his face in my hands, then blinked innocently as I gave him my best puppy eyes.

    “Can we go back already?”

    “I.. I..” he paused. “I’m resting here and taking a break from all my work to spend more time with you, can’t we just stay for some time and make up for the six years we’ve missed?”

    He’s taking a break to spend time with me? Wow, is this still Duncan?

    “Please, my heartbeat” he pleaded.

    “But.. my cafe, I’ll lose all my customers and I won’t make any money this month” I withdrew my hands from his and looked down. “I have a budget” I whispered.

    There was a brief moment of silence, until he spoke up.

    “Hand me my phone” he pointed at his phone behind me.

    I reached for it and handed it to him.

    “Thanks” he said as he collected it.

    He typed on it for a few seconds, then my phone beeped and I reached for it. My mouth fell open when I saw ‘your account has been credited $15,000,000’ from Duncan Baldwin. I faced him with a surprised frown.

    “Care explaining this?” I asked.

    “I’ve compensated you for all the money you’ve missed this month because of me” he replied.

    What? $15,000,000? He thinks my small cafe can make so much money in a year?

    “I don’t need it” I told him.

    He shrugged his shoulders and tossed his phone on the bedside table, then pulled me on him as he closed his eyes.

    “I’ve sent and I don’t take back what I’ve given out”

    “But I really don’t need it.. ”

    “We are going back next tomorrow” he cut me off.

    I stopped talking as I searched his eyes to know if he’s lying or not.

    “We’re really going home tomorrow?” I asked.

    “Yep” he nodded.

    “Yay! That’s great news” I enthused and kissed his lips lightly. “Can we go shopping later?”

    “Uh… ”

    “Don’t say no, I wanna buy some gifts for Mrs Jackson and the other staffs back home”

    “Hm” he hummed. “I have a surprise for you too, we’ll go there after shopping”

    “A surprise?”

    “Yeah”

    I wonder what kind of surprise he has for me.

    TO Be Continued

  • Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 24)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 24)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 24

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    I wanted to fight the urge of kissing him back, because I’m worried about his injuries, but it’s too late because I’m already very turned on and the only thing that can help me right now, is his dîck buried deeply in me.

    I excitedly began kissing him back, our tongue wrestled as we both wanted to get upper hand and be in control of the kiss. But I guess men will remain the head, I succumbed and let him be in control.

    He shoved his tongue in my mouth and explored every inch, his kiss was so fierce that I could barely catch up with him, all I could manage to do was bite his lower lip softly.

    Maybe he drank some wine before coming up here, because I could taste a little bit of wine and it’s strangely turning me on even more.

    He got up and made me stand on my feet without breaking the kiss, he kissed my lips for a few moments more until we’re almost running out of breath, then he moved his lips from mine to my jawlines.

    My mouth parted slightly, low groans emitted from my throat as his hot breaths fanned my skin, while he was trailing kisses along my jawlines and down to my collarbones.

    Even his breathing became ragged too.

    His hands were gently and sensationally massaging my breasts, making me moan quietly.

    A loud but short and suppressed moan escaped my lips, when he pinched my left nipple very hard. His hands went around underneath my blouse and hurriedly unhooked my bra.

    He broke the kiss only to take off my blouse and bra, threw them carelessly across the room, he held my face in his hands and slammed his lips on mine again -he nibbled my lower lip as he deepened the kiss.

    He turned us around, then pushed me gently and I fell on the bed in a soft thud.

    His hands found their way down to my below, he shoved his hand in my skirt and began groping my pûssy.

    My hands also fondled with his belt as I unbuckled it as fast as I could, then shoved my hand in his pants and started stroking him which made him groan in pleasure and approval.

    Soon he kissed his way down to my chest, then snatched one of my breasts in his mouth and hungrily sucked on it.

    He didn’t spend much time on my breasts, he soon trailed kisses down to my below and hurriedly pulled down my skirt and panty.

    Duncan stared between my legs for a few seconds, he kissed my pûssy-lips softy and started eating it as if it’s a hot dish that was just served and he wants nothing more than to finish it in time.

    His left hand reached for my left breast as he was eating my pûssy, while he slowly shoved three fingers in me and started thrusting them in, in a normal pace.

    I grabbed his head and pushed him in.

    After a few minutes, he paused and pulled out his fingers. I frowned because I haven’t gotten enough, but he quickly replaced his fingers with his tongue.

    My eyes closed as his warm tongue thrusted in my hole, I folded my lower lip in my mouth and bite sexily on it as I tried to suppress the moan threatening to come; which I failed miserably.

    It wasn’t up to a minute before he stopped and pulled out his tongue, he pulled down his pants halfway and his erected dîck sprang out, he rubbed it against my pûssy teasingly for a while, before he slowly entered me.

    He took the first thrust and waited for my body to adjust to him, but my body welcomed him warmly and he continued thrusting slowly, yet sweetly in me.

    His slowly thrusts soon started becoming fast, he’d increased his pace with each thrusts until I couldn’t hold it in anymore and I became a moaning mess.

    “Fuçk, yeah!!” I moaned when he hit me in the right place.

    Our AC was turned on and our room was very cold, but it suddenly turned into a 99 degrees and our bodies were soon covered in sweats.

    “Duncan, Duncan, Duncan!!” I moaned his name as he thrusted deeper and harder.

    He shoved two of fingers in me as he thrusted in, after a few minutes he pulled out of me and took off his pants completely.

    “Come on, let me carry you” he said stroking himself.

    “Huh?” I sat up and looked down at his injured thigh.

    “It’s fine” he assured me, and I reluctantly agreed.

    He carried me and turned upside down with his hands firmly holding my legs, to prevent me from falling, I let out an elated giggle and grabbed his hard dîck.

    I started stroking him as he in turn delved in my very wet pûssy and started sucking all my juice.

    After two minutes or so, he made me stand on my feet and crashed his lips on mine, then led me towards a wall. We kissed for a short while, before he turned me around and entered me in one thrust from behind; a gasp and giggle escaped my lips.

    I put my hands on the wall to support myself, while he reached for my breasts and began massaging them as he thrusted in me.

    His thrusts were moderately fast, deep and hard, my walls were soon tightening against him and I knew I’ll reach my peak soon.

    He spanked my @ss a few times to stop me from cumming too early, he pulled out of me and turned me around to face him and shoved two fingers in me. His fingers thrusted in very fast and deep until I cummed.

    He stared in my eyes as he licked his fingers, then grinned goofily at me and winked.

    “Sweet” he groaned.

    “That’s gross” I told him.

    “Not to me” he replied. “Come on, let’s get you pregnant” he said.

    Duncan carried me in a bridal style back to our bed, he laid me down and kissed me for a moment, before entering me again then resumed his fast, hard and deep thrusts.

    Our sweaty bodies entwined as his hips moved against mine in a fast, and very steady rhythm. The bed continuously creaked as he moved, which also made the headboard hit the wall in a rhythmic thump.

    I hugged him very closely as though he’s not already close enough.

    “I wanna hear you scream my name before I cum, can you do that for me?” he asked.

    I bite my lower lip very hard and tightened my hold on him, as I felt myself reaching my peak again. I even felt my nails piercing into his flesh, because he wouldn’t stop growing bigger and harder inside me; he gonna cum soon.

    “Fuçking answer me!” he growled lowly as he increased his pace.

    “Ye-yes, yes” I gasped out. “Give it to me, give it to me very hardddddd…” I swallowed my words as my eyes rolled to the back of my head when he increased his pace.

    His hips moved very fast against mine, his dîck thrusting deeper and deeper in me. With his each thrusts his dîck grows harder and bigger, making my walls too tightening but strangely accommodating.

    “Come on, come on, scream my name!” he ordered and hit my G-spot very hard and my back arched.

    “DUNCAN!!” I moaned, or maybe I should say ‘cried’ loudly as we both came undone.

    He released a long, pleasured groan as he poured his sperm in me. He leaned down and crashed his lips on mine, he kissed me for a few moments before pulling out of me and cuddled with me.

    “See? I’m injured but still very much active” he said as he kissed my shoulder.

    I rolled my eyeballs.

    “Stop being braggy or… ” I trailed off.

    “Or what?”

    “I will take after pills right now” I threatened him.

    Hold on a sec, why did I even think of that? Another question is, do I wanna have his kids? Wasn’t I planning on divorcing him?

    He laughed.

    “Well, sorry to report darling, I’ve thrown them all away”

    “Well, sorry to report sweetheart, I have some in my bag”

    He quickly turned me around to face him and looked me straight in the eyes.

    “You wouldn’t dare” he kissed my lips. “It’s high time we have kids” he said.

    “Kids” I said quietly.

    Having kids is not bad, but is this the right time to have them?
    Well, I shouldn’t worry about getting pregnant yet, having sèx twice can’t make me pregnant and besides I can…

    “What are you thinking about?” he interrupted my thoughts.

    “Nothing” I answered.

    “Are you sure?”

    “Hm” I hummed.

    He sighed. “I’m tired, let’s sleep for sometime” he said.

    I simply nodded in reply.

    TO Be Continued

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  • Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 23)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 23)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 23

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    🔸 Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife:

    🔸(Our Lives Behind Closed Doors)🔸

    ♣♣♣♣♣ Rated: PG (This chapter contains matured content, please read with parental guidance)

    THIRD PERSON’S pov.

    Baldwin’s Mansion, Alabama<<

    Mr Baldwin narrowed his eyes as he stared at a photo, then he dropped it on the table and reached for a file instead.

    “We’re not sure if he’s the driver of truck back then, but according to our investigation he was also in the truck” Lucas said.

    “Hm” Mr Baldwin hummed as he handed the file to Lucas. “Find him and bring him to my toy room, he must know something even if he’s not the driver”

    “Yes, sir, but…” he trailed off.

    Mr Baldwin raised an eyebrow at him, urging him to complete his words.

    “It might take sometime to get to him, because he doesn’t have a permanent location and doesn’t go by a particular identity too” Lucas paused. “I guess someone’s helping him hide very well”

    Mr Baldwin nodded.

    “Take your time, but don’t waste too much time and make sure you bring him to me”

    “Yes, sir”

    Mr Baldwin turned to Fatima who’s scrolling through her phone with a frown, he cleared his throat to get her attention and she quickly put her phone away.

    “Is there something you wanna tell me?” he asked.

    “Yes, sir”

    “What?”

    “Mrs Baldwin saved an old woman and brought her back to her cafe, yesterday” she reported.

    “An old woman?”

    “Yes, sir, Mrs Baldwin called her nanny Pamela”

    Mr Baldwin’s eyes widened, he frowned slightly as if he’s thinking about something, then he smiled shortly.

    “Where’s nanny Pamela now?”

    “We left her at the cafe”

    “Go, bring her to one of my penthouses in California and assign some well trained undercover bodyguards as her maid and housekeeper” he ordered.

    “Yes, sir. I’ll take my leave” she said and left.

    Lucas waved his phone to catch Mr Baldwin’s attention.

    “Sir, what should we do about Miss Tasha?”

    “Miss Tasha?”

    “Yes, sir, she’s still claiming to be Mrs Baldwin and… ”

    Mr Baldwin laughed.

    “Let her be then, let’s use her to confuse our rivals and keep my real Mrs Baldwin safe” he smirked.

    Lucas nodded as he shoved his phone back in his pocket.

    “You’re dismissed”

    “Yes” Lucas made to leave but Mr Baldwin called him back.

    “And don’t let anyone in until I permit you”

    “Yes, sir” Lucas replied and excused himself, then Mr Baldwin headed upstairs to his and his wife’s room.

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    RACHEL’S pov.

    I had just finished freshening up and was combing my hair, when my phone’s ringtone suddenly blared loudly and disturbed the music I was playing on my phone.

    “Duncan, please check who’s calling for me” I said, but got no response.

    I turned around and realized Duncan’s not in the room, I furrowed my eyebrows as I wondered where he’s gone, then I recalled he told me he’s gonna be downstairs discussing somethings with Lucas.

    I sighed softly and quickly threw my hair in a messy bun, before rushing to get my phone.

    Mrs Jackson’s name was flashing on the screen, she’s probably worried about us because she must have watched the news by now -my lips curved in a smile as I answered the call.

    “Good morning, Mrs Jackson” I greeted her.

    “Rachel, I saw the news, how are you and your husband now? Where are you? Are you both alright?”

    Like I suspected earlier, she’s worried and I could hear it in her voice.

    “We’re fine, Duncan’s injured but it’s not that serious” I rolled my eyeballs at my lie.

    Getting shot thrice is very serious, if Duncan isn’t a strong man he’d be bedridden by now and…

    “Some reporters came by this morning and wanted to have an interview with the landlord”

    With the landlord? Isn’t that me or Duncan? How did they know that’s Duncan’s home?

    “One of them said Mr Baldwin was spotted here two days ago” she answered my unasked question. “Luckily it’s just me and the other staffs, so they left”

    “Hm” I hummed.

    It’s good we weren’t home when the reporters came, I don’t think I’m ready to face them again or even have time to deal with their unending questions.

    “Right, how’s everyone back home?” I asked, referring to the other staffs.

    “Everyone’s doing fine”

    She paused and I heard someone talking to her in background, they’re talking about some clothes and ironing.. one of the maids must have burnt either my dress or Duncan’s shirt.

    “I have to go, Maria just burnt two of your dresses” she said.

    I sighed and shook my head.

    “Alright, but don’t be too harsh on her” I pleaded on Maria’s behalf, because I know she’s gonna get an earful from Mrs Jackson, she’s like everyone’s mother in our mansion.

    “I can’t promise anything right now” she said and hang up.

    I chuckled as I imagined her stern look right now, Maria’s so gonna regret making this small mistake and she’d vow never to make any more mistakes in her life.

    My phone started ringing again, I checked the caller’s ID and saw Mike’s name flashing on the screen. I answered it.

    “Hey, Mike, good morning”

    “Morning, Rachel” he paused and I heard shuffling as if he’s walking. “I saw the news, are you ok?” he asked.

    “Yeah, I’m fine”

    I heard a sharp intake of breath from his side.

    “That’s great news” he did another sharp intake of breath. “I thought you’d be injured and…”

    Arms suddenly snaked around my waist, I didn’t scream or panic because a very familiar scent filled my nostrils and instantly I knew it’s my husband.

    “I’m horny, my heartbeat” he said as he snuggled his nose in my neck, and placed a teasing kiss on my shoulder.

    My cheeks flamed up immediately he said that and Mike cleared his throat loudly in the phone, which made me felt even more embarrassed even though Mike can’t see me.

    “Go away, I’m on the phone” I tried to push him off, but he simply hugged me tighter instead.

    “Get off the phone let’s make sweet love” he whispered huskily.

    His comment just increased my level of embarrassment, I coughed loudly and purposely hit his injured shoulder which made him groaned and unwrapped his arms.

    Then it dawned on me, maybe he’s peeked at my phone and know I’m on the phone with Mike and he’s saying this to show Mike I’m someone else’s property; Duncan Baldwin’s property.

    What a jealous freak!

    “Mike, I’ll call you back later” I said and ended the call.

    I threw Duncan a harsh glare, my eyes trailed his body and settled on his injured thigh, but he simply grinned at me in return.

    “What is your problem? Are you crazy?” I snapped at him.

    “You’re my problem, and yes, I’m crazy for you” he winked at me.

    “You wanna make sweet love with these injuries?”

    “Of course, I’m injured but it doesn’t make me a cripple or stop me from wanting my wife” he replied. “You’re just too hot and I can’t help myself” he added and winked at me again.

    I sighed and shook my head.

    “I don’t have time to play with you right now, I’m late for work” I snatched my purse from the bedside table and headed towards the door.

    Duncan caught my hand and pulled me back, making me fall on his lap. He hissed quietly when I sat on his wound, but that didn’t make him push me off.

    “Where are you going?” he asked.

    “My cafe” I answered.

    “You can’t go there today, I bet the paparazzi and reporters are waiting there for you”

    “But… ” I trailed off.

    I must go or nanny Pamela will starve, no one’s gonna feed her.

    “Are you worrying about nanny Pamela?” he asked.

    I frowned at his question, I was wondering how he knew about her without me telling him.

    “Fatima already told me about her earlier” he said.

    “She did?”

    “Hm” he nodded.

    I rolled my eyeballs, of course she told him, after all, she’s a spy Duncan sent to watch my every move.

    “Don’t blame Fatima, my heartbeat, I was scared Ferrari would try something funny with you, so I sent her to be your friend and secretly keep you safe, and trust me, she’s been doing a perfect job”

    Hmm, his explanation does make sense, Fatima has being a great friend and I know she value our friendship. I’m just mad that she kept her real identity from me.

    “Don’t worry about nanny Pamela, I’ve sent Fatima to go get her and hide her in a safer place”

    “Hm” I hummed, letting her stay in the cafe is truly unsafe.

    He suddenly shoved his hand under my blouse and cupped one of my breasts.

    “How about making love?” he asked, wagging his brows at me.

    “You are injured and shouldn’t involve in any bedroom activities for the moment” I slapped his hand away.

    “You can ride me since you don’t want me to stress myself” he suggested.

    “Nope”

    He pouted his lips and gave me puppy eyes, I felt his dîck poking my butts already and it’s making me squirm because it’s seriously turning me on.

    Duncan’s making matters worse, he wouldn’t stop massaging my breasts and pinching my nipples.

    “Please” he begged. “it’s just the two of us in this big mansion and there’s nothing to do, we’d be so bored if we don’t play any game”

    I raised my brows.

    “Games?”

    “Yeah, like…” he trailed off as he grabbed my neck, pulled me closer and crashed his lips on mine.

    TO Be Continued

  • Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 22)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 22)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 22

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    🔸(Our Lives Behind Closed Doors)🔸

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    THIRD PERSON’S pov.

    The Next Morning_LA<<

    “… according to a reliable source, famous singer; Duncan Baldwin was ruthlessly shot by some unknown gunmen last night on his way coming back from a date with his mysterious wife, he disappeared mysteriously after the attack leaving his wife behind, and his whereabouts has remained unknown at the moment. His wife Tasha Wood…”

    Mike tuned the reporter off when the camera rolled over to Tasha Wood who was crying bitterly, he quickly reached for his phone and scrolled through it for a few moments until he came across Rachel’s number and quickly dialed it.

    He waited impatiently for her to pick up, but his calls went straight to voicemail, he tried a few more times but still couldn’t get through.

    “Are you ok?” his fiancee asked, when she noticed his worried expression.

    “I.. this is related to my client” he nodded towards the tv.

    “Your client? Rachel?”

    “Yeah”

    Jacinta turned her gaze back to the tv with a slight frown, but she gasped quietly when she realized something.

    “Don’t tell me she’s related to Duncan, maybe her husband?”

    Mike nodded.

    “He’s her husband”

    “The one she wanted to divorce?” she asked again.

    “Yes”

    Jacinta was awestruck as she couldn’t move her gaze from the tv, she replayed the incident with the reporters and paparazzi outside Rachel’s cafe, she nodded in admiration and her respect for Rachel increased.

    “I’m wondering if Rachel knows about this, and how’s she fairing if she already know” Mike said still redialing Rachel’s number.

    “Hold on, why is Tasha claiming to be Duncan’s wife then?” Jacinta questioned herself.

    Mike on the other hand decided to text Rachel instead.

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    RACHEL’S pov.

    I was walking down a very busy street, but in blinking of an eye I found myself in a cemetery, then my ears pricked up as I heard people wailing miserably and weeping so bitterly.

    I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as I looked around but found no one around, then I heard people talking, their voices sounded so near but I couldn’t see them around.

    “He was a good man”
    “He didn’t deserve to die”
    “He didn’t even have a child to carry on his name”
    “What’s gonna become of his wife and unborn baby”

    Who died?
    Judging from the way they were talking about the deceased, I can tell they were so pained. So, I decided to trace the voices and ask who they’re talking about.

    I have walked for a long distance, but still haven’t found them.

    It seemed as if the farther I walked, the clearer their voices but strangely I can’t reach them.

    As if I was in a movie and someone just pressed the forward button, I found myself standing in front of a grave and some people were weeping in front of it. Then I recognized their voices, it’s their voices I’ve been hearing.

    I tilted my head and tried to catch the name written on the tombstone, I shivered as cold breeze blew past me, my eyes grew wide, my body started shaking and I lost my balance and staggered back slightly when my eyes zeroed on the name.

    Duncan Baldwin, 05/09/1993 – 05/09/2022.

    Is this reality or a nightmare? How’s this possible? Didn’t doctor Linda strongly assured me that Duncan’s fine? Why am I seeing his name on a tombstone?

    I couldn’t control myself anymore, my legs failed me and I fell on my knees and joined the women in wailing, whipping myself on the ground and begging Duncan to come back to me.

    I continued weeping until…

    “My heartbeat” I heard someone calling me softly.

    At first I didn’t listen clearly and continued crying, but then I reprocessed the two words and stopped crying abruptly.

    My heartbeat? Nobody calls me that apart from Duncan. I sprang up and started looking around for him, but then I heard a loud grunt and snapped my eyes open.

    “Ow! Careful, my heartbeat, you made me almost bite off my tongue” Duncan grumbled as he rubbed his chin, I guess I just bumped my head against his chin.

    Wait, DUNCAN?! He’s not dead, that was just a dream. I reached forward and pinched his right arm, his eyes widened as he hissed quietly and slapped my hand away.

    “I’m the one you’re pinching, my heartbeat” he said, not knowing I purposely did it.

    “MY HUSBAND IS AWAKE!” I shouted in excitement.

    And without thinking about his wounds, I quickly pulled him into a very tight, bone crushing hug and cried on his shoulder.

    “You’re awake! You’re awake! You’re awake!” I chanted happily.

    “Ouch, ouch, ouch, my shoulder” Duncan groaned.

    I quickly let go of him and pulled away. I’m very happy that I couldn’t even express my joy, I mean, I just had a very scary dream about my husband -thankfully it’s just a dream.

    “Are you ok? Are you feeling pains anywhere? Are you feeling any form of dizziness? Are you hungry?” I bombarded him with questions.

    He stared at my face and burst into laughter.

    “I have eaten” he answered, pointing towards some plates.

    “Oh”

    He laughed again.

    “I’m fine”

    “What about your drugs? Have you taken them?”

    “Yes, Mrs Baldwin”

    I blushed when he called me Mrs Baldwin, he reached for my hand and planted a kiss on my knuckles.

    “Feed me some fruits” he said.

    “Hm” I hummed and reached for a plate of sliced fruits on the bedside table, and started feeding him.

    “Mm mm, so sweet” he closed his eyes to prove his words.

    Fatima walked in at that moment, she cleared her throat to notify us of her presence and gave me a smile that say ‘i told you he’d be fine’ before she started stating her business.

    “Mr Baldwin, the press has known about your accident” Fatima reported to Duncan.

    The press know? Isn’t that gonna cause Duncan more troubles?
    I was panicking, but looking at Duncan’s calm demeanour made me wonder if being a Mafia lord is now a legal thing in the country.

    “They didn’t find anything after their investigation, so they concluded it’s a random gun men attack and here’s the video of the interview they had with Tasha Wood” she said and handed an iPad to him.

    Why would they interview Tasha Wood?

    “.. here’s the interview we had with Mrs Baldwin, popularly known by her stage name, Tasha Wood”

    I looked up at Duncan and gave him a ‘really?’ look, he shook his head in denial and though I believe him, but I couldn’t help the fat, ugly man sitting on my chest (jealousy). I dumped the fruits on his laps and sprang up.

    “W-what’s wrong?” he asked in a small stutter.

    “I just realized I’m the mistress!” I snapped at him and walked out of the room, pretending to be angry.

    But I heard him scolding Fatima and telling her never to show him such videos when I’m around, before I was out of hearing.

    TO Be Continued

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  • Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 21)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 21)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 21

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    🔸(Our Lives Behind Closed Doors)🔸

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    THIRD PERSON’S pov.

    An isolated estate_11:22pm<<

    A man covered in blood and bleeding heavily leaped into Mr Ferrari’s living room, he dropped on his knees and coughed a few times.

    “How was it?” He asked, with his back facing the bloody man.

    “Dealing with him wasn’t an easy job, but we managed to shot him thrice”

    “Good”

    Mr Ferrari turned around, frowned slightly as his eyes traced the bloodstain trailing from the door to the very spot where the bloody man knelt.

    “That would teach him a lesson and he’d come back to his senses after recovering” he smirked. “Go and get treatment”

    “Yes, sir” then the man leaped out.

    Mr Ferrari slumped on a sofa, he tapped his thigh where Mr Baldwin had shot the previous day.

    “Duncan, you’re a talent I can’t let go of” he said to himself.

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    RACHEL’S pov.

    Baldwin’s Mansion, Alabama_11:41pm<<

    I heard some people saying “you never realize the worth of what you’ve got until you lose it”, I had never read too much into it or really tried to understand what it actually meant, not until today.

    It’s always been my strongest desire to divorce him, because I thought I can do without him since I have my own cafe and can cater for my needs, I felt I don’t need him.

    But I couldn’t help but feel scared when I watched him passed out on me, I cried and fear of the unknown gripped me -in fact, I’m still shaking and very scared at the moment.

    It’s been hours, two hours to be precise, since the doctor has been attending to him and the doctor’s assistant (I don’t know if she’s a nurse) has been coming out frequently to get something and go back in, but she wouldn’t tell me anything, no matter how many times I ask her, neither did they let me enter the room.

    “Why are we treating him at home? Shouldn’t we take him to a hospital?” I asked rhetorically.

    You can say I’m doubting the doctor’s capability or whatever, because I’m not in concurrence of him getting treatment at home, I mean there aren’t enough facilities here; most importantly, I’m not even sure if this doctor is a licensed doctor.

    But then again, taking him to a hospital will cause so much trouble; too many questions.

    “Rachel” I heard Fatima called me, as she took slow steps towards me.

    I turned away from her, making it very clear to her that I didn’t wanna talk to her.

    I’m not mad at her or anything, I’m just mad at myself for not paying too much attention to the things that needed my attention most. I mean, all the clues were there but I foolishly didn’t connect the dots.

    Fatima’s been strongly against my divorce with Duncan, she’d constantly remind me of our undying love and encouraged me to be patient with him.

    She’s always reassuring me that there’s definitely a reason behind Duncan’s actions; the words were clearly and boldly written on the wall, yet I couldn’t read the handwriting.

    “Don’t worry, boss is gonna be fine, he’s survived tougher situations than this” she comforted me, even though she knew I didn’t wanna hear her voice at the moment.

    “I don’t talk to strangers” was all I said and walked away from her towards the closed door.

    “That’s what I am now? A stranger?” she asked.

    I leaned against the wall and stayed silent, I wasn’t ready to talk to her about her now.

    Fatima sighed, she leaned against the wall opposite me and cleared her throat softly.

    “I know you don’t wanna talk to me, you don’t wanna hear me talk either, but trust me, our friendship is real”

    I scoffed.

    “I know you’re feeling betrayed, but I didn’t tell you about my involvement in your husband gang because he hasn’t tell you the truth about himself yet” she paused. “I’m sorry”

    I still didn’t respond.

    “Initially, I was sent to be your undercover bodyguard, but I fell in love with your free spirit and decided to genuinely be friends with you” she explained even though I didn’t ask.

    It seemed like she already knew the questions I’d ask, so, she’s answering them in advance.

    “I swear on my life, Rachel, our friendship is real and I won’t trade it for anything in the world…”

    “Can we stop talking about this for now?” I cut him. “My husband’s safety is my top priority for now”

    She sighed and nodded.

    “And why is it fuçking taking so long!” I growled as I kicked the wall, but hissed quietly in pain.

    “Calm down, boss is gonna be fine”

       >><<
    

    Few Minutes Later<<

    I rested my forehead on the wall, tapping my fingers on the wall and tapping my feet on the ground.

    The creaked open and the doctor stepped out, her assistant also stepped out carrying a tray of white cloths, which has turned red and wools soaked in blood.

    “Whose blood is that?” was the first question I asked, even the answer is obvious and I know very clearly whose blood it was.

    The doctor took off her nose mask and gloves, her eyes trailed down my body, then settled on my pants that were soaked in blood.

    I wasn’t shot nor did I sustain any injuries, but my pants was soaked in blood because Duncan’s head was resting on my laps when he had passed out in the car.

    She sighed, smiled and shook her head at my frightened expression.

    “Stop scaring yourself, Mrs Baldwin, your husband’s condition isn’t as serious as you’re thinking” she said.

    “Then how do you explain the blood?” I asked.

    “Mr Baldwin is a very healthy man, so it’s normal he’s got a lot of blood” she paused, tilted her head slightly and pouted her mouth. “I think he can donate two litres of blood in his state and still be ok” she attempted to crack a joke to lighten up my mood, but unfortunately I didn’t find her joke funny at that time.

    She sighed and reached out her hand for a handshake.

    “I’m doctor Linda, the gang’s doctor” she introduced herself properly.

    I accepted her hand.

    “I’m Rachel Baldwin, how’s my husband’s doing?” I tried to take a peek, but sadly Duncan wasn’t in my line of sight.

    “Mr Baldwin is fine” she replied with a smile.

    My mind flashed back to the bullet that hit his back earlier, my eyes grew wide in fear as different scenarios played in my head; like what if the bullet touched his spinal cord, wouldn’t that make him a cripple man?

    I was about to asking doctor Linda about it, but she shook her head as if she already knew what I was about to ask.

    “None of the bullets hit any of his vital organs”

    “Phew!” I sighed. “Thank goodness” I breathe out in great relief.

    “I injected him some sedatives and he’s currently sleeping, he’d wake by tomorrow morning”

    “Tomorrow morning?”

    “Yes, I discovered he’s been under a lot of pressure recently and haven’t been getting enough sleep…”

    It’s been truly hard on him all these years, I wasn’t attentive enough to notice his worries and that’s my biggest fault.

    “… I have prescribed some drugs for him, he’d be fine after taking the drugs” she said handing me some drugs.

    I snatched the drugs from her and rushed into the room, thinking I’d see Duncan’s leg in a cast or hanging up on something. But I sighed in relief immediately my eyes landed on Duncan, and I realized I was truly just scaring myself.

    His leg wasn’t in a cast or hanging up as I had imagined, he seemed to be breathing fine on his own and wasn’t on life support machine of any sort.

    Thank God for that!

    I moved closer to his side, there was a armchair next to his bedside and I sat on it. I leaned closer to him and planted a lingering kiss on his forehead, then reached for his hand and held it tightly.

    He was sleeping so peacefully as Linda told me.

    “Baby, I’m sorry” I apologized.

    Even though I knew he’s deeply asleep and could hardly hear me, or might not even hear me.

    “I was a fool to doubt you, I’m a very big fool” I cried.

    I heard the door creaked open, someone walked in and I knew it’s Fatima even without turning around to check, because Lucas was also receiving treatment in one of the guestrooms.

    “Rachel, you… you should wash up and get some rest too” she said quietly.

    Wash up?
    I shook my head in disagreement, my husband’s still sleeping and I can’t leave him by himself.

    “Are you mad at me?” she asked.

    “I just wanna be with him alone” I replied, ignoring her question.

    She sighed and excused herself. I watched Duncan’s face for a long until I didn’t realize when I fell asleep too.

    TO Be Continued

  • Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 20)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 20)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 20

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    Duncan squinted his eyes as he focused them on the license plate and tried to catch one of the car’s licensed number, then he clenched his jaw and did a sharp intake of breath.

    “It’s him! He’s trying to force me” he muttered.

    I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

    “Him? Who’s he?” I asked.

    “Ferrari” he answered.

    Isn’t Ferrari his ex boss? Why is he sending his men after Duncan? Is it because Duncan left his gang?

    Yeah, that must be the reason.

    “What should we do, sir? Should we stop and fight?” Lucas asked.

    “Are you crazy?!” I exclaimed frighteningly. “What stop and fight? Do you know how many they are?”

    Duncan wanted to say something, but we suddenly jerked forward as one of the cars bumped into ours from behind, which made me bite the tip of my tongue and tears brimmed my eyes.

    “My heartbeat, are you ok?” he asked me.

    I rolled my eyeballs mentally, of course I’m not ok.

    It’s very clear to me now, I finally understand why he didn’t wanna bring me into his world, it’s full of dangers and I’m sure gonna be living on tenterhooks everyday from now onwards.

    “Lucas, drive faster” I urged Lucas.

    “Mr Baldwin, where should we go? Your home or…”

    “Home” I interrupted.

    “Mr Baldwin?” Lucas looked through his rearview mirror as if he’s waiting for Duncan’s approval.

    One of the cars soon came neck to neck with us, it violently collided against ours from my side, the window crashed and I hugged Duncan in fear as I released a frightened shriek and he quickly wrapped his arms around me protectively.

    The rival’s car collided against ours again, our car almost somersault this time, but Lucas somehow brought it back to balance -he’s a good and experienced driver.

    Of course he’s experienced, he must be familiar with scenes like this -my subconscious mind said.

    At once I heard a gunshot, then series of gunshots followed and I couldn’t hold back my fear anymore, I ducked and closed my eyes then started screaming and howling agonizingly as if I’ve been shot, in fact, it’s in my head that I was just shot but I frowned in confusion when I realized I wasn’t feeling any pains.

    I opened my eyes and saw Duncan holding a pistol, he’s aimed it towards the rival’s car and was shooting at them, he’d shoot a few times and duck to dodge a bullet.

    “Yo.. you..” I couldn’t speak.

    “Lucas, change of plans, let’s go to our base in Alabama” he ordered Lucas.

    By now it’s turned into a real gun battle and I watched as bullets are flying everywhere, both from Duncan, Lucas and the rivals. I could hardly hear human voices, only gunshots and sounds of tyres bursting, I don’t know if it’s our tyres because our car didn’t stop.

    I wanted to take a peek even though I was scared, but Duncan wouldn’t let me, he held me down and continued shooting back at his rivals.

    “Fuçk, I’ve been shot!” Lucas hissed.

    I took a peek but couldn’t see where he was shot, I guess where he was shot isn’t in my line of sight.

    “Bloody stop shooting back and focus on driving!” Duncan growled frustratingly.

    “Yes, sir” Lucas replied and focused on driving.

    He stepped on the gas, increasing his speed way above the speed limit and left the rivals’ cars behind, but strangely enough there wasn’t much distance between us and the rivals, they were following very closely and wouldn’t stop shooting at us.

    “Why aren’t we going home? Why are we going to Alabama?” I asked which I recalled Duncan’s words from earlier.

    “The staffs at home are all innocent people, going home will drag them into this mess and they might lose their heads for what knew nothing about” he explained.

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    Mrs Jackson and Jeb flashed across my mind immediately he said that, he’s right, going home at this point is useless and very dangerous.

    “They are catching up, we….”

    “Duck!” Duncan shouted and pushed me down, then hugged me and used himself as a shield to cover.

    He grunted and held me tighter as he clenched his jaw, the veins on his neck and forehead bulged out as if he’s in pain.

    “Do-don’t raise your head for now” he spluttered. “If it’s possible sleep, ok?”

    “I can’t sleep”

    “Then stay down and don’t raise your head” he said.

    He raised his head slightly and turned around to shoot back at them, that’s when I realized he’s been shot -there’s a hole in his back and I believe the bullet is inside.

         >><<
    

    It wasn’t long before they caught up with us again, this time wasn’t any way out for us.

    Four cars suddenly stopped in front of us and almost caused an accident for us because Lucas was on a very high speed, but he was very fast in stepping on the brake, hence bringing our car to an abrupt stop, thankfully the brakes didn’t fail him.

    He was about taking a U-turn, but another four cars also parked behind us and blocked our way, leaving us no way out.

    “What’s going on?” I asked as if it’s not obvious enough.

    Another gun battle is about to begin, and from the look of things I could tell it’s gonna be a fiercer battle this time -some people are gonna die.

    “Du-duncan” I stuttered.

    He hugged me possibly closer to himself, he planted a lingering and comforting kiss on my forehead, then wiped my sweaty forehead.

    “Don’t be afraid, I’m here with you” whispered.

    I nodded and looked out the window, it’s so dark outside, the cars’s headlights were the only source of light and we’re trapped in the middle of nowhere.

    “Mr Baldwin, I’ve called for backup, they’ll be here soon” Lucas said.

    Backup? When is the backup gonna reach here? What if the backup is too late? Don’t tell me they don’t have a plan B.

    “We have plan B” Duncan answered me, I guess I voiced out my thoughts.

    “What’s the plan B?” I asked.

    “We’ll fight our way out” he gestured at his gun. “But I’ll run out of bullets soon” he added.

    I facepalm myself and sighed deeply, it seemed as if I can’t breathe anymore, I began gasping for more oxygen but I still couldn’t get enough.

    “We’re gonna die here, we’re gonna die here, we’re gonna die here” I chanted quietly.

    Since when did I become a coward? Or was my bravery was just a facade, maybe I was never really brave but pretending to be, because I had no one to lean on over the years, my weakness is showing now that I have my husband by my side.

    “We’re not gonna die, I’m here” he assured me again.

    My eyes subconsciously moved to his injured back, it’s still slowly gushing out blood.

    “I won’t let you fight with them, not when you’re already shot and bleeding” I said firmly yet worriedly. “And the bullet is still inside”

    He smiled, but grunt quietly.

    “I’m fine, I’m used to this”

    I frowned at his words.

    “It’s just a small injury” he said.

    “How’s getting shot a small injury?”

    He reached forward and caressed my cheek softly.

    “I’m just gonna stall them until my boys get here, ok?”

    “But you’re bleeding heavily and… ”

    “My heartbeat, calm down” he cut me off. “I need to protect you or I’ll blame myself forever if something happen to you, I’ll hurt even more if you sustain any injury right now”

    I know it’s not the time, but I couldn’t help but blush at his words.

    “Beside Lucas is here to help me too”

    I looked at Lucas who’s watching the rivals in front of us.
    I was about saying something, but I heard a sudden gunshot and Duncan grunted in pain and held his right shoulder that started bleeding heavily too and the gun battle begin again.

    He pushed the door open and jumped out, he pulled me out but quickly stood in front of me protectively and started shooting back at them randomly.

    Lucas quickly jumped out of the car and joined Duncan in firing at the rivals, his left hand was bleeding heavily too -that was where they had shot him earlier.

    “Holy shît!” Duncan cursed and staggered back slightly, but quickly kept his balance.

    “What’s wrong?” I asked.

    “Nothing, just stay behind me” he replied.

    My searched his body until they landed on his thigh, it’s bleeding heavily, even heavier than his back and shoulder.

    I wanted to do something, I wanted to help but I’m completely helpless and can’t even save myself right now.

    Suddenly blinding lights shone in everyone’s eyes as cars approached us, which stopped everyone’s action for a split second and I grabbed Duncan’s shirt tighter.

    “Back up is here, Mr Baldwin!” Lucas informed Duncan.

    Guys started jumping from the cars, and were firing at the rivals, soon some men formed a circle around us and blocked us from the rivals.

    “Sorry we’re late, sir” a very, very familiar voice apologized.

    I quickly turned around to confirm if I heard correctly or if it’s just an illusion, but my jaw dropped and my mouth fell open as I locked gaze with the owner of that familiar voice.

    “Fatima?!” I exclaimed in total shock and confusion.

    Fatima is part of Duncan’s gang? Isn’t she supposed to be my innocent friend? How come she’s a gangster? And she’s even working for Duncan? Does that mean our friendship isn’t real?

    She quickly looked away from me and kept a straight face, then bowed respectfully when Duncan glared at her.

    “We’ll talk later” Duncan and averted his glared towards the rivals. “Get one of them alive, I need to know who sent them”

    “Yes, sir” she replied. “The getaway car is ready, it’s gonna take you and Mrs Baldwin to your mansion in Alabama, I have also informed the gang’s doctor and she’s waiting for you there”

    “Hm”

    Fatima bowed at Duncan once more, she glanced at me very briefly before joining the others in the gun battle.

    Duncan turned back to me and smiled, exposing his bloody teeth.

    “Quick, follow me” he said.

    He grabbed my hand and we ran towards the getaway car, no, we leaped there because his thigh was shot. Lucas helped Duncan and I get into the car, then rounded the car and got into the passenger’ seat.

    “Drive” he told the driver after getting in.

    Duncan turned to me, he’s breathing heavily by now and his face has turned pale.

    “Are you ok?” he asked weakly.

    I nodded.

    “Yeah”

    He smiled, but coughed out blood.

    “That’s.. that’s good” he said.

    He rested his head on my laps.

    “I’m tired, let me catch some sleep” he whispered.

    “No, no, no, don’t…” I quickly grabbed his hands. “.. don’t sleep, don’t sleep, get your wounds treated first”

    But he didn’t listen to me or he didn’t even hear me and his eyes closed. I leaned down and listened to his heartbeat, but I couldn’t hear anything and my eyes grew wide as fear gripped me at once.

    “Drive faster, my husband is dying!!” I yelled at the driver.

    TO Be Continued

  • Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 19)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 19)

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    “.. I was only a seven months old when my dad left us, mom and I back in London, mom knew nothing about his whereabouts or even what he’s been up to…”

    His dad is a cruel man, how could he leave his wife and seven months old baby without a word.

    “… but mom didn’t read too much into it, she thought he left to do some kind of work and would come back to us soon”

    He paused, he took off his jacket and dumped it on my shoulders when he saw me shiver.

    “Were your mom and dad having issues before he left?” I asked.

    “I don’t think so, but mom said my grandfather, her father never approved of their relationship because my dad’s poor and uneducated”

    My mind flashed back to when Duncan and I started our relationship too, we were also poor and uneducated -but having graduating high school doesn’t count as being uneducated, right?

    “It was only mom and I until I turned twelve, that was when mom found out dad left us for another woman…”

    Awwwwn, that’s just sad and sick!

    “…she tried reaching out dad to talk things through but dad wouldn’t give her a listening ear, then filed for divorce when she got tired of waiting, but unfortunately she wasn’t able to get dad to sign the papers, because we encountered a very fatal accident on our way going to his place…. ”

    No wonder there were bloodstains on his white t-shirt when he arrived at the orphanage, and he wouldn’t let anyone touch him or smile at anyone or even let anyone come three feet near him -because he didn’t trust anyone.

    “.. a trunk hit our car and it went off a cliff, I watched as my mom bleed to death because help didn’t come in time”

    His eyes turned red, the veins on his temples bulged out and he exhaled roughly as if he’s recalling the accident. I moved my chair closer to his and reached for his hand, then gave him an encouraging squeeze.

    “Then how did you ended up at the orphanage? Did nanny Pamela stumbled across you by chance?”

    He shook his head.

    “No, it seems like mom had some kind of relationship with nanny Pamela, before she died, she dialed nanny Pamela’s number and gave me the phone to talk to her, I told nanny Pamela about our accident and begged her to come over to rescue my mom, but it was already too late when she arrived, mom gave up and that’s how I ended up at the orphanage”

    Cold breeze blew past me as I felt his sadness, I sniffled and blinked a few times to force back my tears.

    “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you had such a traumatizing experience”

    He shook his head.

    “It’s fine” he sighed. “I know the accident wasn’t a coincidence, it’s a planned work, but I don’t who planned it or what was their motive”

    Hmm, I’m having a wild guess, I’m thinking his father might be behind it, but I don’t think it’s possible, I mean, why would he wanna kill his wife? Even if he doesn’t want her anymore, it doesn’t mean he’d kill her, right?

    “Hold on, what about your dad? Is he still alive?” I asked.

    He nodded with an unsure frown.

    “Then why aren’t you looking for him?” I asked again.

    He twisted his lips and shrugged his shoulders.

    “I don’t remember his physical appearance”

    “Huh?!”

    He doesn’t remember his father’s physical appearance? How is that possible?

    “Mom didn’t let me see any of his photos after he left, she locked everything related to him in a room and threw the key away”

    “Oh”

    “Yeah, and I haven’t gone back to London since her death, therefore I haven’t search that room”

    Hmm, he’s got such a sad story.

    “There’s something else you need to know about me”

    “What?” I asked.

    He stayed silent for a few moments, studying my face as if he’s waiting for a particular expression from me.

    “What?” I asked again.

    “It’s… it’s a very dirty secret about me, please don’t scream when I say it”

    I tilted my head and frown slightly, then a crazy thought crossed my mind and I gasped as I banged on the table.

    “Don’t tell me one of your flings has successfully become your baby mama!”

    He reached for my hand and rubbed it softly as he chuckled lightly.

    “My heartbeat, I wouldn’t dare cheat on you”

    I scoffed.

    “As if you haven’t been cheating for six years now, stop playing the faithful husband’s card”

    He raised his right hand up.

    “I swear on my life, my heartbeat, I didn’t fuçk any of them” he said strongly.

    I rolled my eyeballs.

    “Tell that to the paparazzi”

    “Trust me, I’ve remained pure for you and…”

    “Tell me your secret” I cut him off.

    He licked his lips as he stared deeply in my eyes, then sighed.

    “I’m a Mafia lord!” he dropped the bombshell.

    I stared at him without blinking immediately he said that, I withdrew my hand from his and waited for him to burst into laughter and tell me he’s joking, but he didn’t.

    “How?” was all I could ask at that moment.

    “Ok… your reaction is nothing like I had imagined” he said.

    “How?” I repeated my question.

    “It was after Marvin’s record signed me, the man behind Marvin’s record, the big boss, Mr Ferrari digged into my background and discovered everything about my past.. ”

    He paused and studied my face again, but I guess my face was blank of every expressions, then he continued.

    “He came to me with another offer and that was…”

    “To join his gang” I completed his words and he nodded.

    “Yes, he wanted me to join his gang and they’ll help me find my mother’s murderer, I didn’t think too much about it and accepted his offer because I wanted to find my mother’s murderer at all cost”

    I closed my eyes.

    “Are you a fool? Why did you accept such an offer?” I queried him.

    “My heartbeat, like I said I didn’t think too much about it because I really needed his help”

    I wanted to be mad at him, I wanted to beat him and curse at him, I wanted to call him a fool and walk out on him, but then I realized it’s not his fault -drastic situations takes drastic measures.

    If I was in his shoes and desperately need to find who killed my mother, why they did it, I wouldn’t care about anything and accept the offer too.

    “Have they found the murderer?” I asked.

    “No” he answered.

    Aren’t those mafias all powerful and well connected? Why is finding his mother’s murderer taking so long? Or could it be…

    “My heartbeat, say something, your silence is scaring me” he said.

    “What should I say?”

    “Anything, shout at me, beat me or even try to walk away, anything is fine”

    I stared at him quietly for a moment, then got up, went behind him and hugged him.

    “What are you doing?” he asked.

    “Shh” I shushed him. “All you need right now is a hug” I told him.

    “But… ”

    “Just shut up and let me hug you!” I snapped at him.

    “Oh, sorry, ma’am” he apologized and kept his mouth shut.

    We stayed silent for a moment, until I broke it.

    “Are you still in his gang?” I asked referring to Mr Ferrari.

    “No, I quitted yesterday but I have my own gang now” he replied.

    “Have you killed someone?”

    It took a few seconds before he answered me.

    “Yeah, and that’s when I stopped coming home, I was feeling guilty and didn’t know how to face you”

    I placed a kiss on his head, I squeezed my eyes in attempt to hold back my tears but it didn’t work, my tears started flowing down my cheeks.

    “Are you crying?” Duncan asked me.

    “No” I answered.

    “But your tears just dropped on my head” he said.

    “I’m just sad that you suffered alone”

    He unwrap my arms from his body and got up, he wiped my tears and kissed my cheek.

    “I was thinking you’d be mad at me, aren’t you mad at me?”

    I shook my head.

    “No, just sad” I replied.

    He released a sigh of relief.

    “Had I known you wouldn’t get angry at me, I would have told you earlier and…”

    I hugged him tightly and he quickly hugged me back, then I continued crying in his arms.

    “Let’s stay here for a while before we head back” he said.

    I nodded but didn’t stop crying.

    I’m crying because I’ve been blaming him unjustly for six years, I filed for divorce without trying to find out what’s going on in his life, I believed what the reporters and paparazzi said about him instead of having a normal conversation with him and hearing his side of the story.

    I failed as his wife!

     >><<
    

    We’ve been driving for what felt like hours already, there’s a torturing silence in the car as Duncan was busy typing furiously on his phone, he said it’s matter concerning his company -Racan’s entertainment.

    “Sir, we’re being followed” Lucas suddenly reported as he looked at his side mirror.

    I turned around and looked behind, there were truly two cars trying to catch up with us but Lucas kept increasing his speed and wouldn’t give them a chance to catch up.

    “Who are they? And why are they following us?” I asked.

    TO Be Continued

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    R&F coffee and ice cream parlor, 06:24pm<<

    We were getting ready to close, when the bells chimed and a man walked in. I can tell he’s one of Duncan’s bodyguards.

    “Good evening, Mrs Baldwin” he greeted me.

    “Good evening” I replied him.

    “Mr Baldwin assigned me to bring you to him” he said.

    I scoffed mentally, he couldn’t even come to pick me up personally.

    “Mrs Baldwin?” he called.

    “Oh, uh… I’m still trying to…”

    “You’re not trying to do anything” Fatima cut me off. “Go on” she snatched my bag from the counter and shoved it in my arms, then started pushing me towards the door.

    “What are you doing? And where did you pop out from? Aren’t you supposed to be in the toilet?”

    “I won’t be in the toilet forever, darling” she replied.

    I rolled my eyeballs and shook my head.

    “Don’t forget to drop some food in her room, don’t forget to lock her door from outside too and…”

    “I know what to do, mom, now go on, dad’s waiting” she said.

    I sighed, but quietly followed Duncan’s bodyguard since I have no idea what to say to her at the moment.

      >><<
    

    “Why did you bring me here?” I asked as I alighted the car.

    After driving for what felt like hours, we finally stopped but I realized we’re near a big sea, and I couldn’t help the silly scenarios that ran through my head.

    What if this isn’t Duncan’s bodyguard? What if he brought me here to kill me? I was panicking inside until…

    “My heartbeat” I heard Duncan’s voice.

    He snaked his arms around my waist and hugged me from behind, then kissed my exposed shoulder.

    “What are we doing here?” I asked.

    “To have a yatch ride” he answered.

    “A yatch ride?” he nodded. “But I don’t see one” I said looking at the sea.

    “That’s because you’re not looking the right direction”

    He turned my head right and I couldn’t control myself, I released a loud squeal.

    “A yatch!” I exclaimed excitedly. “Is it yours?” I asked, even though I already guess it belongs to him.

    “It’s yours”

    “Mine?”

    “Yeah, yours” he answered.

    My eyes grew wide and my mouth fell open, I was so excited to the extent that I couldn’t any sound.
    But a thought crossed my mind, my expression changed drastically and I eyed Duncan suspiciously.

    “Hold on, are you trying to buy me off with this? Aren’t we supposed to be talking about you?”

    He laughed.

    “Well, we’re gonna be talking about me while riding on your yatch”

    “Can’t we talk on land? Why are we having this conversation on water?”

    He unwrap his arms from my waist, took my hand and started pulling me with him towards the yatch.

    “To make it easy for me”

    “To make what easy for you?” I asked.

    “I’m just gonna throw you into the sea, in case you overreact after learning the truth about me” he said.

    I know he was only bluffing, but I couldn’t help imagining the scene and scaring myself.

    He laughed at my scared expression, which earned him a punch from me and he shut up instantly.

    “Stop scaring yourself, my heartbeat, I wouldn’t try that even in my most wildest dream” he said leading me into the yatch.

       >><<
    

    “Wow, a candlelight dinner” I smiled and nodded slowly. “It’s quite romantic”

    The atmosphere is very romantic and spectacular, it seemed as if the stars and moon are shining brightly above us, I don’t know how Duncan made it possible.

    He pulled out a chair for me and I sat down, he followed suit, then handed me a bouquet of roses. Is this my Duncan? Isn’t this an indirect date?

    I gasped mentally as a realization dawned on me, he’s tricked me into going on a date with him.

    A man who seemed to be in his early forties came to our service.

    “Good evening, Mr and Mrs Baldwin” he greeted us, but was mainly smiling at me. “I’m Ricardo Milos, and I’ll be your butler tonight”

    “Oh, thank you” I thanked him since I don’t know what to say to him.

    He simply smiled in return.

    “Ricardo’s serve the food” Duncan told him.

    “Yes, sir” Ricardo replied then headed off somewhere.

    Not up to five minutes, Ricardo came back pushing a trolley with different kinds of foods, meats and drinks. My greedy stomach growled at the sight, which made Ricardo sniffled a laugh.

    “Don’t tell me you haven’t eaten since lunch” Duncan said.

    “I haven’t” I replied licking my lower lip that suddenly went dry.

    He glared at me before turning to Ricardo.

    “Hurry, my wife’s hungry” he urged Ricardo.

    I couldn’t wait for Ricardo to finish serving the food before I started eating, Duncan sighed and shook his head.

    “Better stop starving yourself or you’ll end up having stomach ulcers”

    I ignored him and continued munching on the food.

      >>Few minutes later<<
    

    We’re halfway through when I recalled the reason we’re here, then I reached for a glass of water and took a few gulps before speaking.

    “So…?” I trailed off, but he understood what I mean.

    He stopped eating, reached for a tissue and cleaned his hands and mouth, then leaned back on his chair.

    “Where should I begin?” he asked rhetorically.

    “Let’s start with…why did you come to our orphanage? Are you an orphan like me?” I asked.

    He stared at me for a moment, took a deep breath and shook his head slowly.

    “Originally I wasn’t supposed to end up in the orphanage, it all started when…. ”

    TO Be Continued

  • Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 15)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 15)

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    R&F coffee and ice cream parlor<<

    The ride was fast and short, because I wouldn’t stop urging the driver to drive faster, nanny Pamela kept demanding for the delicious food I promised her.

    “Thank you” I thanked the driver after paying him, he eyed nanny Pamela disgustingly before driving off.

    He must be wondering why I would help someone like her, well, she’s the mom I didn’t have and I can’t abandon her on the streets, right?

    “Come on, there’s food inside” I told her.

    “There’s food?” I nodded. “Delicious food?” I nodded again.

    She grinned widely, then started jumping and clapping her hands in excitement, like a 2 years old kid that was awarded a candy after getting a quiz right. Oh, nanny Pamela, what happened to you?

    “Alright, nanny Pamela, come on, let’s go inside” I told her.

    She stopped clapping, but didn’t stop grinning. Then she walked in with me.

    Fatima’s right, the cafe is packed to the extent that some customers had to stand while drinking their coffees or eating their ice creams -who eat ice cream in the morning?

    I guess only weird people like me!

    Few heads turned and glanced at nanny Pamela as we entered the cafe, but I ignored their stares and headed towards Fatima at the cashier desk, she’s busy with calculations.

    I cleared my throat to get her attention.

    “You’re finally here and…” she trailed off.

    Her eyes zeroed on nanny Pamela who held my hand tightly, she (nanny Pamela) wasn’t grinning any more and her expression has changed, she’s looking around in fear as if someone’s gonna grab her or something.

    “Whoa, who’s she?” Fatima asked, with her eyebrows knitted together in a confused frown.

    “She’s nanny…”

    “Quick, get me outta here, get me outta here, get me outta” nanny Pamela chanted in a panicked voice as she tugged my arm.

    Her eyes were frantically looking around, there’s an obvious fear and…is that guilt I see in her eyes?

    “Nanny Pamela, are you ok?” I asked.

    “Get me out, out, get me out” she was hiding behind me at this moment.

    Her action has started drawing more attention towards us, I smiled apologetically at the customers and turned back to Fatima.

    “I should take care of her first, I’ll tell you everything later” I told her.

    Fatima simply nodded. I grabbed nanny Pamela’s hand, then pulled her with me towards the backwards and whispering soothing words in her ear along the way.

       >><<
    

    30 Minutes Later<<

    “She’s finally asleep” I groaned as I pulled out a stool and sat next to Fatima at the cashier’s desk.

    Fatima tilted her head and saw nanny Pamela sleeping on a bed, there’s a small room attached to the cafe.

    My intention of renting a shop with an attached room was simple, I’d spend the night there whenever it’s too late and I can’t get a cab home -but I haven’t used the room since I started my cafe.

    “The morning rush is over” I stated as I looked around the cafe.

    My fully packed cafe is now looking like a deserted island, it seemed like everyone’s gone to their various workplaces or schools.

    “Yeah” Fatima answered. “Alright, can you tell me who she is now? How did you encounter her?” she asked nodding towards nanny Pamela.

    I briefly glanced at nanny Pamela too.

    “That’s nanny Pamela, she was our matron at the orphanage… ”

    “What?!” she exclaimed with her eyeballs almost bulging out. “Nanny Pamela? Isn’t she supposed to be dead?!”

    Her reaction is understandable, after all, I told her about i and Duncan’s story of our lives at the orphanage and how we lost nanny Pamela.

    “I mean, you told me she’s dead, why is she alive now?” she asked again.

    I shrugged my shoulders cluelessly.

    “I don’t know what’s going on too” I coughed lightly. “We all thought she died in that earthquake, but apparently she’s didn’t die and she’s been living in LA all these years” I sighed deeply.

    Silence fell on us as I was deeply lost in my thoughts, Fatima on the other hand was just staring at nanny Pamela.

    “I don’t think she’s been living fine, she looked kinda traumatized and mentally unstable” she said.

    I nodded in agreement with her words, nanny Pamela seemed to be scared of people staring at her and judging from her frightened expression earlier, I can tell someone’s after her.

    “Come to think of It, there’s more to the earthquake that happened back then” I said.

    “What do you mean? Aren’t earthquakes natural occurrences?”

    I shook my head.

    “Yeah, but not this one” I paused. “I believe it’s man made and someone must have done it to cover up a secret”

    “A secret?” she chuckled as if she doesn’t believe my logic. “What secret can possibly be in an orphanage?”

    I shook my head again, but narrowed my eyes as a thought suddenly crossed my mind.

    “I don’t know what they’re trying to hide, but it must have something to do with my husband, and nanny Pamela knows something about it too” I nodded to myself. “She must know a lot about it, hence they wanted to silence her” I added.

    Fatima cleared her throat dramatically loud.

    “Your husband, or you mean, your ex-husband?” she asked, placing her hands on her waist.

    My brows furrowed as I tried to find words to defend myself, then I opened my mouth and started spouting whatever that came into my mind.

    “He’s not my ex-husband yet, he hasn’t not signed the divorce papers, so, in other words, we’re still legally married” I smirked victoriously.

    Fatima scoffed and waved me off.

    “So, are you gonna tell him about her?”

    “Uh…”

    “What do you mean, uh? Don’t tell me you’re intending to keep her existence a secret from your husband!”

    I rolled my eyes.

    “Of course, not. I’ll tell him, but it’s gonna depend on if he’s willing to let me in completely” I said.

    “And when is that gonna be?”

    “Maybe tonight” I replied.

    Fatima nodded.
    Then she suddenly threw an arm around my shoulder, I groaned as she accidentally hit my chin and she muttered a quick sorry.

    “I have good news, girlfriend”

    “Oh?”

    “I’m going on a date tonight” she said and giggled excitedly.

    I shrugged her arm off me and walked towards the coffee machine to pour myself a cup of coffee.

    “Tonight’s date will make your fourth date this week, yet, you aren’t satisfied with any of the guys” I grumbled.

    “That’s because my Mr Right isn’t among them, I’ll keep on searching until I find him” she said.

    “You’re just being a playgirl by doing that”

    She laughed at my comment, but it’s true.

    Fatima is worse than most playboy, she changes men as if she’s changing her clothes and she’s happy breaking their hearts. Like seriously, I don’t understand how I managed to make friends with someone as heartless as her.

    “I’m not a playgirl”

    “You are”

    “I’m not”

    “You are”

    “I’m not” I guess we’re gonna keep arguing about this until a customer will come in.

      ♣♣♣♣♣
    

    Chapter
    17&18

    THIRD PERSON’S pov.

    An isolated estate<<

    Lucas drove into a compound, he stopped the car right in front of a big mansion and quickly alighted to get the door for Mr Baldwin.

    Mr Baldwin alighted the car too, he looked at the mansion standing proudly in front of him and released a sigh.

    Looking at the mansion made his mind flashed back to the first time he was brought here, it was after he had just signed a contract with Marvin’s record and he was brought here to show him to the real boss.

    Another scene also flashed back to his mind, it was the second time he came here, that was after his first mission and although it was a successful operation, he was completely soaked in blood and was scared of going home to face his wife, he could only come here for shelter -that was his first kill.

    “Mr Baldwin, are we going inside?” Lucas asked, interrupting his flashbacks.

    Mr Baldwin cleared his throat, adjusted his suit and nodded.

    “Let’s go” he said.

      >><<
    

    Mr Baldwin smirked when he entered the living room and saw the big boss (Mr Ferrari) standing by the window, Mr Baldwin’s eyes landed on the small pistol Mr Ferrari was holding and his smirk widened.

    He looked around, Mr Ferrari’s men stood attentively as though they’re ready for anything.

    “I heard you wanted to see me” Mr Baldwin stated.

    “I heard you’re planning on quitting” Mr Ferrari stated too.

    Mr Baldwin chuckled, he showed himself to a sofa and dipped his hand in his pocket.

    “I have quitted” Mr Baldwin corrected him.

    Mr Ferrari turned and aimed his pistol at Mr Baldwin, but before he (Mr Ferrari) could pull the trigger, Mr Baldwin’s already pulled out his own pistol and fired at Mr Ferrari’s right thigh.

    Mr Ferrari’s men quickly reached for their guns and was ready to fire at Mr Baldwin, but Mr Ferrari stopped them and slightly leaped towards a sofa.

    “You’re still three points faster than me” Mr Ferrari said.

    “You’re still three points slower than me” Mr Baldwin replied tauntingly and kissed his pistol.

    Mr Ferrari popped a champagne open, he poured two glasses of wine and handed one to Mr Baldwin.

    “I’m afraid you can’t quit yet” Mr Ferrari said.

    “Oh? Really? Don’t tell me I’ve made a deal with the devil”

    “Of course, not”

    “Good then. I can quit and I have quit” Mr Baldwin smiled tightly.

    Mr Ferrari took a sip from his wine.

    “Then what if I tell you we’ve found the person you’ve been looking for, are you still gonna quit?”

    Mr Baldwin stared at Mr Ferrari who was smirking, then Mr Baldwin suddenly burst into fits of laughter, he laughed loudly as if he’s just heard the funniest joke of the year.

    “Don’t worry, seal your lips and don’t give me a hint who he is, I’ll search for him myself and I will find him and end him!”

    “Duncan, you’re making a big mistake by quitting and…”

    “I didn’t come here to negotiate with you” Mr Baldwin interrupted him. “I just wanna make myself clear, I’ve left your organization and I’m not gonna come back, it’s better you stop disturbing me and my wife!”

    That being said, he got up and headed towards the door, but suddenly stopped.

    “Right, don’t forget to treat your wound” then he head out.

    Mr Ferrari clenched his jaw and glared at the door, with his fists balled tightly.

    “Are you just gonna let him quit just like that, Mr Ferrari?” One of his men asked.

    “No” he reached for a photo under the table and stared at it with a smirk. “Arrange some men, they should act like a rival organization and attack him”

    “Sir?”

    “Yes, make the attack real, I want a real gun battle and a few wounds on him, that would make him willingly come back to us”

    “Yes, sir”

    TO Be Continued

  • Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 14)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 14)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 14

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    He kissed me for a few seconds, before he pulled out of me, but that’s after he’s made sure every drop of his sperm is already floating in me and fell on the space beside me, then pull me close for a cuddle, but I wiggled myself out of his hold and jumped off the bed.

    My legs wobbled slightly and I almost lost my balance, but I maneuver to keep my balance -I shouldn’t have jumped out of bed immediately after sèx.

    “My heartbeat, aren’t we gonna cuddle after that hot love making?” he asked.

    I glared at him as I tried to steady my breath, I pushed my hair back since they’re getting in my view and held my waist.

    “That wasn’t love making, Duncan”

    “Then what do you call that hot and passionate moment we just shared?”

    “A fling” I replied.

    His eyebrows furrowed at my reply, he blinked a few times and broke into a smile.

    “That’s not a fling, you’re my wife and we just… ”

    “We just had sèx because I was sèx-starved!” I completed his words. “Isn’t that what people call flings?”

    He stared at me, gulping speechlessly.

    “My heartbeat, please, don’t call our love making a fling, it hurts ok?”

    “It hurts?” I chuckled dryly. “Then think about all the hurts I’ve been feeling all these years, it’s not easy right?” I sighed. “Please, sign those divorce papers”

    “I won’t sign any papers, you’re mine, and mine forever!” his eyes moved towards my stomach and he smirked. “You’re soon gonna have my kid too, let’s see how you’re gonna leave me then!”

    I looked down at my stomach too, the squeezed it as if it’ll get rid of his sperm.

    “Don’t think you can hold me down with your kid, I have after pills” I said confidently.

    His smirk grew bigger instead getting wiped up, he leaned back on the headboard and sighed.

    “I’m sorry to report, my heartbeat, I’ve gotten rid of every drug in your medicine cabinet” he said.

    “What?!”

    “Yeah, you’re gonna be the mother of all my kids and there’s no escaping from it”

    I narrowed my eyes as anger shot through my veins, but an idea suddenly popped up in my head and I smirked.

    “Well, then, I will get an abortion and leave you even though you refuse to sign the papers, and go somewhere very faraway from here”

    “You wouldn’t dare hurt my child or even think of leaving me, I know you and I know you’re not that heartless”

    I shook my head.

    “Six years is long enough for someone to change their personalities, Duncan”

    He stayed silent for a while, then cleared his throat.

    “I didn’t mean to neglect you, it’s just….” he trailed off.

    “It’s just what?”

    He stared in my eyes, then shook his head meaning he can’t say it. I gulped to swallow whatever emotion that’s threatening to creep up.

    “Let’s divorce please, since you don’t trust me with your secrets”

    “No, no, please, no divorce” he said with a hint of desperation.

    I scoffed loudly and laughed shortly.

    “I’m a fool, I’ve been a big fool and I was too blinded by love to see how much of a fool I was”

    “My heartbeat, what are you talking about?”

    I shook my head.

    “I don’t know my husband, I don’t know who my mother-in-law and father-in-law are, wether they’re dead or alive, I don’t know why you came to the orphanage in first place” I paused and pulled my hair. “Come to think of it, you’ve never trusted me right from the start and yet I entrusted myself to you, doesn’t that make me the biggest fool ever?”

    He shook his head and made to come to me, but I held up my hand and stopped him.

    “You’re not a fool, my heartbeat, it’s just..just too complicated and I don’t wanna get you involved in my messy life….”

    “But that’s just your thought, I wanna get involved, ok?” I interrupted him. “I wanna know what’s been eating you up and keeping you away from coming home all these years”

    “Listen to me…”

    “I don’t wanna listen, we’re husband and wife and we’re supposed to share each other’s burden”

    “My heartbeat, the lesser you know, the safer you’ll be….”

    “Enough of that ‘the lesser you know, the safer you’ll be’ shît!” I snapped at him. “If you know you’re not ready to let me in your life completely, then sign the divorce papers and set me free!” with that I dashed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut in a loud bang and fell on my knees as I let loose and burst into tears.

    THE NEXT MORNING<<

    I turned on the bed and reached out my hand towards Duncan’s side, only to find out it’s cold and empty.

    Hold on a sec…

    Bed? Wasn’t I crying in the bathroom? How did I ended up in bed? Was it Duncan that carried me back to bed?

    My eyebrows furrowed instantly as I quickly snapped my eyes open, I frantically searched the room but he’s nowhere in sight.

    Could it be last night’s event all a dream? Am I really that sèx-starved, to the extent that I’ve started fantasizing about Duncan and I?

    I must be losing my mind, I guess I thought about him too much yesterday.
    I should get ready and go to my cafe, it’ll help me take my mind off him and matters related to him.

    I looked outside the window, it’s already very bright outside and I couldn’t help but panic, thinking I’ve overslept.

    Without wasting time, I reached for my alarm clock that was sitting on the nightstand and released a long sigh of relief.

    “It’s just 06:33am” I whispered to myself and placed the alarm clock back on the nightstand.

    My stomach suddenly growled, then I remembered I had actually skipped dinner last night and I sprang out of bed. I headed towards the door to get something to eat.

    A sweet aroma of pancakes whiffed past my nostrils as I approached the staircase, which made my mouth watered and I started taking the steps two at a time.

    “Mrs Jackson, we’re having pancakes for breakfast today?” I asked rushing towards the kitchen.

    There wasn’t any response from her and I assumed she didn’t hear me, which made me hastened my pace but I slowed down when I saw Mrs Jackson just coming in, with her bags containing her uniform.

    “You’re just coming, Mrs Jackson?” I asked, as if it wasn’t obvious enough.

    “Yes”

    “Huh?”

    I looked towards the kitchen where the sweet aroma was still coming from, wondering who’s inside the kitchen since Mrs Jackson is here.

    “Mr Baldwin called me yesterday and said I can come to work anytime” she said.

    My eyes grew wide. So it wasn’t a dream, Duncan’s back and we had hot sèx last night.

    A short scene from last night quickly replayed in my mind, I grinned widely and blushed very hard, but quickly frown when I recalled our argument and the reason I cried myself to sleep.

    “Good morning, my heartbeat” Duncan greeted from the door of the kitchen.

    My eyes shortly trailed his body, stylishly checking him out and my jaw dropped at what I saw. He tied an apron around his waist, he wore a white see through shirt and his muscles bulged out.

    I bite my lower lip and gulped, it’s been long since I last woke up to a beautiful view as this, I couldn’t help but drool over him.

    What are you doing, Rachel? Have you forgotten that you’re mad at him? I mentally cautioned myself.

    “Breakfast is ready, go freshen up and come down to join me” he said, Mrs Jackson has silently excused herself already.

    “What are you still doing here? Aren’t you gonna go home?” I asked grumpily.

    He smiled.

    “This is my home, home is wherever you are” he said.

    He’s got a sugarcoat tongue, but unfortunately it’s not gonna help him this time.

    “Leave after breakfast” I told him strictly.

    “Does that mean you’re having breakfast with me?” he asked.

    I looked at the plate of pancakes in his hand, my lips suddenly felt dry and my mouth opened slightly, I felt like snatching the pancakes from him and shove them down my throat.

    But I composed myself.

    “I’m not eating breakfast cooked by you, you don’t trust me, likewise I don’t trust you too”

    “Come on, I… ”

    “You can’t buy me off by whispering sweet words in my ear or cooking good food for me, you have the divorce papers, sign them before I get back from my cafe today”

    He closed his eyes.

    “Can we stop talking about the divorce?”

    “No, not until you’re ready to let me in, not until you’re ready to let me know who you really are!”

    My eyes settled on the pancakes again, I couldn’t resist the temptation this time and snatched a few pancakes from the plate, then rushed back to our room to get ready for work.

    I heard him sigh frustratingly, but I didn’t turn back.

       ♣♣♣♣♣
    

    THIRD PERSON’S pov.

    Mike’s Mansion<<

    Mike was whisking some eggs when the doorbell rang, he almost dropped the plate of eggs from shock, but managed to catch and steadied the plate on the counter in time.

    He washed his hands and wiped it with a small towel, before going to get the door.

    “Surprise!!” Jacinta squealed immediately he opened the door.

    Mike placed his hand on his chest and exhaled in relief, to show he’s truly surprised and wasn’t expecting to see Jacinta at his doorstep so early in the door.

    “What are you doing here?” he asked, making way for her to come in.

    “I brought you breakfast” she replied.

    “Breakfast?” he asked again.

    “Yeah” she dropped her bag on the table. “I promised to show you the best of me, and I’ll start by cooking your meals; break, lunch and dinner” she said waving a lunch box.

    Mike simply at her smiling face with a surprised expression, like he couldn’t believe what he’s seeing.

    TO Be Continued

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  • Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 13)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 13)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 13

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    RACHEL’S pov.

    Why aren’t I pushing him off? Why am I enjoying his lips on mine? Why am I bloody hungrily kissing him back?!

    He wrapped my legs around his waist, he pressed my back against the wall and continued kissing me but it was just a few minutes, he soon walked away from there and headed towards our bed, with his hands underneath my blouse and unhooking my bra.

    He unhooked my bra in seconds, as the pro he is, then quickly unzipped my blouse and took them (my blouse and bra) off, leaving my upper body completely naked before him.

    Duncan stopped by the bed, he gently threw me on it and started unbuttoning his shirt. Maybe I was impatient, because I kinda found his action extremely slow and sat on my knees.

    I slapped his hands away and reached for his shirt, but instead of unbuttoning it, I tore it and he raised his left eyebrow questioningly at me.

    “My heartbeat, what are you doing? Why did you tear my shirt?” he asked.

    “You’re being too slow” was my only response to him, before I crashed my lips on his and started fondling with his belt as I tried to unbuckle it.

    His hands grabbed my breasts, he squeezed them for a while before he started pinching my nipples teasingly and I couldn’t help but squirmed as I felt my pûssy getting wetter and wetter.

    Soon I was done unbuckling his belt, but he didn’t let me take down his pants before he pushed me back on the bed and hovered over me.

    His hands grabbed my pants, together with my panty and pulled them down, then threw them randomly and carelessly across the room.

    Duncan kissed from my waistline up to my chest, then hungrily snatched my left breast in his mouth, while his left was pinching my right nipple teasingly and his right hand was torturously, but sweetly playing with my pûssy.

    I threw my back and arched my back as my adrenaline was rushing, making me squirm under his touch. I momentarily forgot all the hurt he’s caused me, I forgot how many cold nights I cried myself to sleep, after seeing a newspaper with him and one of his many girlfriends on it, I forgot about divorcing him and all I wanted that moment was his touch, I want him deeply buried me.

    My hands couldn’t stay calm, they somehow found their ways down to his manhood and I started stroking him through his pants.

    He on the other hand, thrusted three fingers in me, I closed my eyes and I moaned softly as he started thrusting them in my very wet pûssy.

    He bite my nipple a little bit hard as he started thrusting his fingers faster, harder and deeper in me, I let go of his manhood and grabbed the sheets very tight as if I was about to fall off the bed and I’m holding the sheets to support myself -lol.

    “Arghhhh” he groaned as he increased his pace, making me stomach churned and I didn’t realized when I began squirting so hard.

    Fuçk! His fingers work has increased greatly all these years, well, he’s been sleeping around with different supermodels and actresses, of course it’s very necessary that he’s upgraded himself.

    “Oh, fûck, my heartbeat, squirt harder for me” he said as his fingers increased their pace again.

    As if his mouth was a remote control that’s controlling my actions, I continued squirting more and more, meanwhile, I folded my lower lip in my mouth and bite it very hard to prevent myself from screaming off our roof, or, our neighbors might come knocking to inquire what’s going on -or, they might just call 911 to complain.

    He moved his upper body down and opened his mouth, he stuck out his tongue and let my squirt rinse it and splashed all over his face too.

    He soon stopped and pulled out his fingers, then licked them while staring in my eyes. He quickly took off his pants, then called me with one of his fingers and I quickly sat on my knees and stared hungrily at his dîck.

    “You want it?” he asked with a smirk.

    “Yeah” I slurred seductively.

    “Then come get it” he said and slumped on a sofa in front of our bed as he started stroking himself.

    Wait, this sofa wasn’t here before, when did it get here? Hmm, that doesn’t matter now.

    I hopped off the bed, he gestured me to go on my knees which I did without hesitation, then he gestured me to crawl towards him with a smirk I didn’t understand, but I ignored his smirk and crawled towards him.

    “Now that’s my good gir…” I cut him off by impatiently snatching his dîck in my mouth. “.. fuçk! My heartbeat, you’re a bad@ss!” he groaned as he grabbed the armrests and threw his head back.

    I smirked and grabbed his balls, then began squeezing and massaging them as I moved my mouth on him. He sucked in some air, I continued moving on him and sometimes biting him teasingly just to hear his throaty moan.

    As if I wasn’t fast enough, he grabbed my head, gathered my hair in his hand and started fuçking my mouth, going very deep hence making me cough and gag.

    He’d sometimes stop, pulled out of me and slapped my face with his dîck, then shoved it back in my mouth and continued fuçking my mouth very hard and deep.

    “Stroke me” he breathe out as he let go of my head and leaned back on the sofa.

    I pulled his dîck out of my mouth, then started stroking him with my hand.

    “Grab those balls and squeeze ’em so fuçking hard” he commanded.

    I spit on his dîck, grabbed his balls and continued massaging me. After stroking him for a moment, I felt his dîck fattening in my hands and he soon came undone in my hands.

    I stared at my hands with a raised eyebrow, then he chuckled lightly.

    “It’s been long since you tasted your man, aren’t you gonna seize the opportunity?” he asked.

    I scoffed.

    “Yeah, it’s been long and I’ve forgotten how you taste, but I don’t wanna remember” I replied and wiped my hands on my chest.

    He pulled me onto his laps and stared in my eyes.

    “You forgot about me so soon…”

    “So soon? Is six years so soon?”

    “But I didn’t forget even the least detail about you, I have it all imprinted in my brain” he said, then crashed his lips on mine.

    I kissed him back, but he quickly break the kiss, he got up and wrapped my legs around his waist.

    “Let’s make sweet love”

    And he shoved his shaft in me in one thrust before I could protest, not that I wanted to protest though -lol, what a horny wolf I am right now.

    “Argh!” I cried in pain when he took the first thrust, it hurt as if it’s my first time.

    “How did you become a virgin again?” he asked me.

    I glared nastily at him for asking me such an annoying question, it’s been almost six years since I last had sèx, what was he expecting?

    “Are you doing or not?” I asked him grumpily.

    “Of course, I haven’t had sèx in years too” he answered.

    I frowned at his lame lie.

    “Scumbag” I muttered quietly, he heard me but didn’t say anything and started thrusting in me slowly -I guess he’s scared he’s gonna hurt me if he goes too fast.

    After thrusting slowly for a few minutes, he realized I’ve adjusted to him and he increased his pace. My arms around his shoulders tightened and my chest, or should I say breasts, were pressed against his flat chest.

    He soon stopped, made me stand on my feet and continued thrusting in me with his hands holding me and helping me keep my balance.

    After a moment, he stopped and pushed me on the bed and I landed in a soft thud. He quickly laid next to me and gestured me to get on top of him, he then shoved his dîck in me and put his hands behind his head.

    “Ride me” he said.

    I put my hands on his chest as I began bouncing up and down on him, but I realized I wasn’t fast enough and I started twerking on him instead; that did the job and we both became moaning mess.

    He removed his hands from behind his head, grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into a hug, then took it off from me and thrusted faster and deeper in me.

    My body shook greatly from too much pleasure shooting through my veins and I couldn’t help but started squirting again.

    Duncan flipped us, he thrusted two fingers in me as he continued thrusting faster and deeper in me.

    “Faster, please, faster” I urged him.

    “Your wish is my command” he replied and increased his pace a hundred folds.

    His increase in pace made me grabbed the sheets tighter as I felt my walls tightening against him, a very tight knot formed in the deepest part of my stomach and before I knew it, I’m moaning very loudly and my body was shaking as I felt the knot untying itself.

    Both our bodies were covered in sweats at the moment, his muscles flexing and strangely I found him delicious, which isn’t helping matters.

    Duncan didn’t stop fuçking me, in fact, my moan ignited a fire in him and acted as an energy booster, he’s thrusting way too fast, hard and very, very deep in me.

    His dîck began swelling inside me and I knew at once that he’s about to cum, I was expecting he’d pull out of me and cum on my chest like he usually does years ago, but he didn’t pull out this time, he stayed deeply buried in me and continued thrusting even when he knew he’s at his peak.

    “Don’t cum in me, get off me!” I tried to push him off me, but couldn’t.

    He looked straight in my eyes with an evil smirk, but soon closed his eyes and released a very low, but pleasured growl -wait, is that even correct? I don’t care.

    Then….

    “Fuçk, Rachel” he moaned my name loudly as he poured his sperm in me, then crashed his lips on mine.

    TO Be Continued

  • Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 12)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 12)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 12

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    THIRD PERSON’S pov.

    Mr Baldwin’s car was parked at a safe distance from ‘R&F coffee and ice cream parlor’, and he could see everything that was going on, but he couldn’t hear anything the reporters were asking his wife or even her response.

    But it seemed like he enjoyed the drama he had watched, since there’s a proud smirk playing on his lips. He watched his wife walking so tall to her cafe, while the reporters were trying to swallow Tasha.

    “Mr Baldwin, should we still go over there and make things clear with the reporters?” Lucas asked looking outside the window.

    “No, she’s handle it in her own way” he answered.

    “But we…”

    “Going over there will only make the situation worse, let’s go, I have a lot of things to do in a very short time before my wife gets home”

    “Yes, sir” Lucas replied, then started the car and zoomed off.

        ♣♣♣♣♣
    

    AJ’s fast foods_(an eatery near Mike’s office)<<

    “Have you decided what to order, Miss?” A waiter asked Jacinta who was still going through the menu.

    She raised her head and glanced at Mike, but realized he’s already ordered something.

    “Just get me chicken and fries, and a bottle of soda” she said.

    “Please hold on a minute” the waiter said after jotting down her order, and walked away from there to get their orders.

    Jacinta met Mike’s gaze on her, she quickly bowed her head and looked down at her fingers that were resting on laps underneath the table.

    “Mike, I’m sorry, I thought…”

    “You thought what?” he cut her words short.

    “I was wrong about everything, I shouldn’t have doubted you or Rachel” she said.

    Mike nodded slowly, he wanted to say something, but hold on when he saw the waiter approaching.

    “Here’s your chicken, fries and soda” he said while dropping Jacinta’s order in front of her.

    Then he dropped a bottle of water in front of Mike and smiled at them. “Enjoy” he said and walked away.

    Mike nodded at Jacinta’s order and gestured her to eat up, she nodded but didn’t start eating, rather she reached for Mike’s hand on the table.

    “Let’s not call off the engagement, our parents wouldn’t be happy if they hear we broke up” she said.

    Mike withdrew his hand from hers with a frown, he tilted his head slightly and furrowed his eyebrows.

    “Our parents?” she nodded. “You’re doing this because of our parents? Not because you love me?”

    “No, no, no, I love you, I love you very much and I don’t wanna be apart from you”

    He inhaled deeply and wiped his face.

    “Jacinta, I think we shouldn’t rush things, we shouldn’t get married yet”

    “Why?”

    “We’ve been friends since childhood, but I don’t think we really understand each other at all… ”

    “I’ll try my best to understand you better now, I swear, I’ll try my best” she promised quickly.

    Mike released a small smile.

    “… yeah, which is why we shouldn’t get married yet”

    “But… ”

    “Jacinta, marriage is a lifetime commitment and I’ve seen a lot of broken homes, I’ve dealt with a lot of divorce cases and I don’t wanna fall victim myself… so, let’s take our time to get to know each other better”

    Jacinta’s eyes welled up, but she tried her hardest to push back her tears.

    “Does this mean you’re breaking up with me for real this time?” she asked.

    Mike stayed silent for a moment.

    “Are you gonna let me go if I break up with you? Are you willing to let me go?” he asked her back.

    She quickly shook her head.

    “No, never, I’ll keep coming for you” she answered.

    Mike chuckled and shook his head at her response.

    “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna break up with you if that’s what you’re thinking…”

    He paused and studied her expression, she sighed deeply when he said he wasn’t breaking up with her.

    “…but we aren’t getting married just yet, let’s remain engaged and take this time to think of we really wanna spend the rest of our lives with together”

    Jacinta broke into a smile.

    “Thank you, I swear, I’ll show you a better me this time” she promised, but Mike simply nod and gestured at her fries.

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    RACHEL’S pov.

    R&F coffee and ice cream parlor<<

    “Ow!” I groaned as I massaged my right shoulder and glanced at the wall clock. “It’s already 8:30pm?!” I gasped out.

    “Yeah, and it’s way past our closing time” Fatima grumbled from the chair she’s been sleeping on.

    I rolled my eyes at her comment, because this is the hundredth time she’s grumbled about it, in fact, she’s been urging me to lock up and go home in time as if she’s got an unknown motive.

    But I didn’t listen to her because customers kept flocking in and I can’t have them locked outside, doing that means letting the money that was supposed to come into my purse, go into someone else’s purse -I won’t allow that, hehehehehe!

    “Alright, let’s lock up” I told her after making sure no customer is coming.

    “Finally, I would have passed out if we stay a minute longer” she exaggerated which made me rolled my eyes.

    “Let’s go” I pulled her off the chair and we headed towards the door.

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    Baldwin’s Mansion<<

    I got home later than I had expected, mostly because there heavy traffic hence making getting a cab kinda difficult for us.

    “Mrs Jackson?” I called as I entered the living room and realized it’s pitched black.

    My hand searched the wall for the light’s switch, which I found in no time, but I frowned when I turned it on and it’s still dark. Is this another power outage?

    “Mrs Jackson?” I called again, but there was still no response.I sighed and concluded maybe she’s gone home early today, I only hope she made dinner before leaving.

    Without wasting too much time in the living room, I reached for my bag and blindly searched for my phone until I found it, I pulled it out and turned on my flashlight, then headed upstairs, to our (no, it’s mine now) room.

    A frustrated sigh left my mouth when I entered my room and realized the lights are off too, I was about turning the lights on but was suddenly slammed on the wall and a frightened shriek escaped my mouth -though, I was gently slammed against it.

    My phone fell off my hand, the flashlight capsid to make things worse and I couldn’t see the intruder’s face.

    “Who are you? What do you want? And how the hell did you get in?” I bombarded the intruder with questions.

    “Fret not, it’s me” a very, very familiar voice huskily whispered in my ear.

    I put my hand on his chest and tried to push him off me, but he didn’t bulge.

    “What are you doing here, Duncan? Did you forget this is not your office? Or you’re drunk and forgot this isn’t a hotel?” I asked.

    He chuckled lightly.

    “I’m back” he said.

    I frowned slightly.

    “You’re back? For what?”

    “To be your husband again and make up for all the years I neglected you” he said.

    To be my husband again…I don’t understand why, but hearing him say those words made my mind flash back to the passionate times we had together, before he became famous and everything fell apart.

    I scoffed.

    “It’s good you know you’ve been neglecting me, but it’s too late for you to come back”

    “Too late?”

    “Yeah, I’ve filed for divorce and I have also signed the papers, we just need your signature on the papers too and we’ll be done” I replied.

    He moved his hands that was caging me, down to my waist and pulled me flushed against himself.

    “What if I don’t agree to the divorce?” he asked.

    “Sorry, but there’s nothing you can do about it right now”

    He pressed a remote control and the room suddenly light up, my mouth fell open as I looked around in admiration -like, is this the room I’ve been sleeping every night?

    It looked kinda different, but I can’t tell how different it looked from before.

    “Well, there’s actually something I can do about it” he said.

    “What?” I turned my gaze to him.

    He smirked as he stared deeply in my eyes.

    “I can get you pregnant with my kid” then he crashed his lips on mine.

    I wanted to protest and push him off me, but for some unknown reasons I didn’t push him off, rather, I wrapped my arms around him and submitted myself to him.

    TO Be Continued

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  • Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 11)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 11)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 11

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    RACHEL’S pov.

    “What are we gonna do now? Should we go back home and wait until it’s over?” Fatima asked, with a hint of panic in her voice.

    Fatima panicking? Ok, this is something new and I don’t wanna get use to it.

    “Rachel, say something, should we go back home?” she asked again.

    Even Mike is also asking the same question silently, because he nodded in agreement with her.

    “Go home? Then what about my cafe? I should close it when I’m supposed to be making money?” I scoffed. “Do you know how much I’m gonna miss if I close my cafe for five minutes?”

    I reached for the door handle and pushed the door open, but Mike grabbed my hand before I could alight.

    “What are you doing?” he asked.

    “Going to check out what’s going on” I answered.

    “Huh? Can you withstand those angry monsters?” Fatima asked, nodding at the paparazzi and reporters.

    “Of course, I haven’t be in the spotlight before, I guess it’s time I know how it feels like being in the spotlight and having everyone’s attention on me”

    “But they…”

    “Relax” I cut Fatima off. “I can handle them, I don’t flinch from situations like this because I’ve been through hell”

    I shrugged Mike’s hand off my arm and alighted the car, I rearranged my outfit, fixed my hair and wore the brightest and most beautiful smile ever, then crossed the road and headed towards my cafe.

    The paparazzi and reporters noticed me in time, because I made a grand entrance after all and they flocked towards me.

    “Miss Richards, Tasha claims she’s Duncan’s mysterious wife, but you were spotted with him last night, does that mean he’s having an affair with you? You’re a homewrecker?” A male reporter asked me.

    I ignored the question he asked me and turned to Fatima, I raised my brows questioningly at her but she shrugged her shoulders.

    If she doesn’t know what they’re talking about, then how did I ended up being spotted with Duncan?

    Then again, Tasha claimed she’s Duncan’s wife?

    “Hey, you boyfriend snatcher!” Another girl suddenly yelled from behind the paparazzi and reporters.

    Her words got heads and cameras turning towards her, they made way for her and she leaped forward to attack me, but luckily for both of us, Duncan’s bodyguards caught her in time and prevent her from reaching me.

    I stared at her with a frown, a very confused frown at that.

    “Who are you? Do I know you?” I asked, making it so obvious that I’m oblivious of her accusation.

    She scoffed loudly and wiggled herself out of the guards grip.

    “You don’t know who I am, but I know you, because you’re the reason my fiance called off our engagement!” she snapped.

    Wait, what now?
    This is a shocking news, the reporters had all turned to face her by now, and they’ve started interviewing her to get more details.

    Her fiance called off their engagement because of me? Wait, doesn’t that mean she’s Mike’s fiancee?!

    I turned to Mike with a frown, he’s massaging his forehead, he looked kinda flustered, he’s shifted his gaze from me and he’s staring at the ground as if it’s way interesting than the drama unfolding at the moment.

    He slowly raised his head and locked gaze with me.

    As if he understood my telepathy question, he shook his head in denial of her accusation about him breaking off their engagement because of me.

    Now I understand why he said it’s complicated earlier, when I asked why he and his fiancee didn’t do their pre-wedding photoshoot.

    I sighed mentally, poor girl, she doesn’t know her fiance is just my lawyer and there’s nothing going on between us.

    “So, you’re not only having an affair with my husband, you’re also seducing other people’s fiance” Tasha clapped her hands and gave me a thumbs up. “I’m impressed, you’re truly a professional golddigger and I must admit, you really take your job very seriously” she said.

    The reporters turned away from Mike’s fiancee and faced me.

    Tasha’s words were so annoying, that I felt my hand itching and urging me to give her a resounding slap -she’s the golddigger here and she’s trying to force her name on me.

    “Miss Richards, both ladies are calling you a homewrecker, what do you have to say about their accusations?” A female reporter asked me, and the others nodded in agreement with her question.

    I turned away from the reporters and faced Mike’s fiancee, ignoring their questions because I don’t feel the need to deny or explain myself or anything to anyone.

    “Listen, girl, Mike is a good man and he’s very faithful to you, you wanna let your insecurities push him away?”

    “You don’t have to teach me any…”

    “I’m not trying to teach you anything because I know you’ll never learn” I paused very briefly then continued. “I have a husband whom haven’t come home for six years now, I’m working on divorcing him and Mike is helping me with the divorce papers, but…”

    Now all the reporters have wholly given their attention to me, and they’re extremely quiet as they wanna get every single word that proceed from my mouth.

    “… I’ve never for once doubted his fidelity, I’m mad at him and I wanna sever all ties with him so badly, but I’ll never question his faithfulness to me…” I took a step closer to her and tapped her shoulders reassuringly. “.. darling, trust is all you need to make your relationship work and trust is the only leash you need to keep your man by your side”

    Her shoulders slumped down as my words sank deep in her, she looked at Mike with remorseful tears brimming her eyes and threatening to fall.

    My eyes trailed her body from her head to her toes, taking note of some hidden details about her and from what I’ve observed, she must be a daddy’s girl and an over-pampered who doesn’t do anything for herself. I released a sigh and shook my head.

    “And you should stop being a crybaby, men don’t love girls who are crybabies” I put my right arm around her shoulder and hugged her sideways. “Take a look at me, I’m married to a man who’s got b@stard money and he’s more than ready to spend every cent he’s worked on me”

    I smiled as my mind flashed back to how Duncan sends me $1000,000 everyday.

    “But I don’t use his money, look at this cafe…” I pointed at my cafe. “.. it’s mine, I hustle for my own money and I don’t hesitate in investing them on myself” I said and gestured on my outfit.

    “A-are you a model?” she asked after taking in my outfit.

    I smiled and shook my head.

    “No, but I love fashion and I don’t flinch from my love for fashion” I replied her.

    She nodded and turned to face Mike again, she took slow steps towards him but he stepped back from her.

    “Mike” she whispered his name.

    Mike frowned and turned away from her, but I stomped on his feet which made him hiss and faced me with a displeased scorn.

    “You’re being very stupid and irresponsible, Mike, take your fiancee to a quiet place, handle the situation in a matured way and talk things through with her, even if you wanna break up with her because of some irrelevant things…” I’m referring to our rumored affair. “.. then break up with her respectfully and responsibly, make her understand the reason you’re breaking up with her”

    “Oh”

    I slapped his shoulder.

    “Oh what? Now!”

    He straightened up at once, he faced his fiancee and locked gaze with her for a moment, then nodded towards his car across the road.

    “Come with me” he said and headed towards his car.

    His fiancee smiled appreciatively at me with a small smile.

    “Seize this opportunity to set things straight” I told her. “Don’t let your insecurities make you loose a good man, they’re very hard to come by these days”

    “Thank you” she whispered, then rushed after Mike who’s about crossing the road.

    Fatima leaned closer to my ear and whispered. “Since when did my best friend become a relationship expert?”

    “Circumstances changes a person’s life and career” I whispered back to her and we both giggled.

    I stopped giggling and turned to face Tasha, it’s time to give her the taste of her own medicine -you wanna humiliate me? Ah, in your dreams!

    “And you, whatever you call yourself, you’re a public figure, the most popular and highest paid female model in the world… according to you”

    I paused and laughed shortly, as I recalled how proud she was saying those words two nights ago.

    “Yet, here you are, protesting and destroying your reputation that you’ve worked so hard to build, because of a man who doesn’t give a fuçk about you” I paused. “Why don’t you ask yourself this question, if he really takes me seriously why wouldn’t he stop staring at another woman’s photo? Oops…”

    I gasped and covered my mouth slightly.

    “.. what do I expect from a woman whose last name is wood, of course your brain is too stiff and it’s of no use since it has expired!”

    “You… ”

    “Oh, and about your boyfriend or husband -like you claimed” I smiled tightly. “Keep him to yourself, my husband is already enough headache for me and I’m thinking of getting rid of him soon”

    I grabbed Fatima’s arm, flipped my hair back and briskly walked towards my cafe like a bad@ss with a wicked smirk playing on my lips.

    “Tasha, what’s your response to Miss Richards comeback?”
    “Is Duncan really your husband or you just made it up to cause a wave in the internet?”
    “What do you think Duncan is gonna say about today’s incident?”

    I heard the reporters bombarding her with series of questions, but I didn’t even turn to take a glance.

    “I bet she’s never gonna step on your tail next time” Fatima said as we walked into my cafe.

    “Of course” I replied.

    TO Be Continued