My Billionaire Husband

After breakfast, Brianna decided she should leave. "Chris, thanks again for having me here. You must be busy, and I shouldn't bother you any longer. I shall leave now." 

Chris smiled and nodded. "Cool, I will tell the driver."

"It's ok. I would like to have a walk and get a taxi later." Brianna said. "If that's ok." She added.

"If you don't want to go back to his, you are welcome here anytime. Just send me a message, and I will send a driver to pick you up."

"Thanks."

***

Chris's driver dropped Brianna off a few minutes' drive away from the house and took the cover off her eyes. Brianna looked around and had no clue where she was. It made her think, again, that Chris definitely wanted something from her.

The only reason that I can be valuable to people is that I'm Mrs. Anderson, but everyone knows it's fake. Scott doesn't care about me. He is just using me. Brianna thought. What does Chris want from me then?

Walking down the road, not knowing where to go, Brianna felt helpless. Chris can't be trusted. I should stay away from him. Scott? What's the point of going back to his place?

After a long wander, she came to a park in the city and sat on a bench by the road till the sunset. She didn't drink or eat anything. She didn't want to do anything or go anywhere.

Slowly, she dozed off. When she awoke to the honking and bright light of a car, she had lost track of time. She sat up drowsily. The window opened, and the perfect and cold face appeared. It was Scott. He looked furious.

Brianna stared at him for a good while. She kept telling herself to ignore him, but she felt tears start to fill her eyes, and she looked away. She hesitated for a bit, then stood up, but she then realized that her legs were numb, and she felt dizzy. She thought she was going to faint, but Scott came rushing to her and took her in his arms.

The familiar scent of him greeted her nose and wet her eyes. She tried to fight against her tears only to realize that it was useless. She punched his c.h.e.s.t with hardly any strength, trying to free herself from him, but he hugged her tighter, and she could barely move. Then he picked her up and carried her into the car.

Brianna sat by the window to be as far away from him as possible. She felt suffocating with him so close by. She heard his heavy breathing, and she sensed his anger.

After some time of silence, Brianna spoke, "Scott Anderson, you don't love me, and you don't care for me. What's the point in keeping me? Why don't you divorce me?"

Scott remained silent, and his silence spoke of anger. Brianna's heart was racing. She was scared.

To defend herself, she took out her phone and said, "Let me get off, or I will call the police." 

Scott was silent still.

She dialed 911. Yet as soon as it started ringing, Scott snatched her phone and threw it out of the window.

Brianna opened her eyes wide in disbelief. Fear had transformed into anger. She shouted at him, "Are you crazy?! Why the hell did you throw my phone away?!"

"You still don't know who you are, do you?!" Scott said icily.

"Of course, I do! Your s.e.x toy! Aren't you tired of me? Huh? Why don't you find someone new?"

Scott glared at Brianna with an angry frown. "Don't you dare speak to me like that!"

"Let me get off!"

Scott snapped, "Get out of the car!" The driver pulled over immediately, got out of the car, and locked the car doors just as Brianna was about to reach the door. It then dawned on her that Scott was asking the driver to get out, not her.

Before she could react, Scott pinned her down. Brianna shivered in terror.

"No! Don't you despise me? Don't you hate me? I hurt your lovely little sister! It's true that I pushed her off the stage because I..." She screamed but was soon stopped by Scott's forceful kisses.

He turned her around suddenly and violently, tore her dress apart, and went inside her from behind. Brianna exclaimed. She had no strength to fight anymore, and helplessly, she surrendered.

When Scott finally released her, he took out his phone and took a selfie of them with his arm around her shoulder intimately. "Don't pretend that you didn't enjoy it. Look at your face. Your body speaks more honestly than your mouth."

Brianna turned away and covered her face. Scott took her hands away and forced her to look at the photo.

She pouted her lips in silence. Scott put his trousers back on and tidied his shirt, then he threw his jacket at Brianna. Brianna wrapped it around her still shivering body. He then lifted her up and sat her down on his l.a.p.

He opened the window and snapped his fingers at the driver. The driver nodded and got into the car.

Brianna wanted to get off Scott, but Scott held her tight. Her dress had been torn apart, and the only cover she had was Scott's jacket. She was sitting on him with her n.a.k.e.d bum and b.a.r.e legs. Suddenly, she felt that he had a hard thing on, and she blushed and turned her head aside so as not to look at him.

Scott whispered into her ear, "Are you getting wet?"

Brianna pouted her lips and remained silent.

They didn't say another word till they arrived home. Brianna finally asked the question that had been bothering her. "You think I hurt Lucia. Why did you come to look for me then?"

Scott lit a cigarette, smoked it casually, then said, "Alex checked the surveillance camera at the stairs. You didn't just fall over."

Right. Why didn't I think about checking the cameras? Brianna thought, then she said in a self-mocking tone. "I'm impressed that you are trying to cover up for her."

"I didn't think she would be so jealous of you. I will make it up to you." Scott said plainly.