You Can Run But You Can't Hide My Contractual Wife novel Chapter 156

Hearing Bill, Arabella looked at him with full disgust as she struggled to escape from his embrace.

“Are you crazy?” She whispered angrily.

Bill didn’t answer her but his grip on her never lessened like he was afraid that she could escape from him.

On the other side, Trishia’s voice wasn’t heard. But not after a while. “Yes, Bill! I want to join.” Trishia answered excitedly.

Arabella was stunned. Seriously? Some girls would do anything just to be with him?

Bill smiled meaningfully after hearing Trishia's answer.

Arabella looked at him with eyes that were cursing him.

“Satisfy yourself. I’m out of here!” She annoyingly declared trying to push his body that was covering her.

“I thought you wanna see Adam,” Bill uttered with a provoking smile.

“How dare you say his name in this kind of disgusting situation?” She gripped his arm and bit it very hard. She released everything by biting his arm.

Bill didn't dodge and just let her release her fury.

“Bill!Bill! Can I come in now?” Trishia sounded impatient outside.

Bill was suppressing the pain with her sharp teeth. When she sobered, her teeth left deep marks on his skin. Some blood started to come out.

“Happy now?” Bill asked.

“Yes.” She answered directly.

He smiled seeing her stubborn expression.

“Good night Trishia,” Bill shouted ensuring that the girl outside the door could hear him.

“But, Bill…You said…” Trishia refused to go. She wanted to be in his bed.

Bill didn’t reply as his attention was focused on the girl who was now lying on his bed facing the side.

She was secretly crying.

Without saying anything, he covered her with a quilt and hugged her behind.

She was stubborn but soft.

She was trying to show toughness but she was scared.

She was teasing him but she trembled inside.

He then gently kissed her head.

After a while, she had fallen asleep. Bill looked at her. She seemed very tired for the whole day.

In the guestroom, Trishia was very furious. She purposely knocked on his room as she could not withstand her thought that Arabella was inside Bill’s room. She could not take that girl was with his man.

She quickly got her phone and dialed Kelly.

“Trishia, what’s got into you? It was already late.” Kelly answered worried.

“Mom, you have to help me. That bit…That girl, she was always sleeping in Bill’s room.” Trishia's words came out spontaneously. She was like a kid seeking comfort and support from his mom.

“Calm down. It’s only a few days you will marry Bill.” Kelly announced.

“But mom, Arabella is in his room right now. They are having that thing in bed.” Trishia clenched her fists as she thought of it.

“That shameless girl. Don’t worry. I will handle her. Now go to sleep as you have still a press conference tomorrow.” Kelly calmed her.

Remembering her press conference with Bill, she quickly hung up. Kelly was right. She had to rest now or she would have big eyebags at her conference. She could not let her fans see her ugly. Of course, for Bill, she should always be beautiful.

The next morning, Arabella woke up early and prepared breakfast for her bosses. She didn’t know how she slept last night. All she could remember was her mind was preoccupied with Adam. There’re only a few days left before Bill’s wedding, she was sure that Adam would show up as the ring bearer or someone who had a part in the wedding as he was his son.

She was full of hope that on that day, she could snatch Adam and took him away from them.

While she was caught in her deep thinking, someone suddenly grabbed her hair. Arabella was quickly backed to her senses.

“You bitch! How dare you sleep with my man?” Trishia angrily shouted while gripping Arabella’s hair very tight.

“Let me go!” Arabella ordered as she struggled from Trishia’s grip.

“You deserve this bitch!” Trishia had no plan of letting her go.

Arabella felt the intense pain was running all over her head. It seemed all her hair would be pulled out if she would not do something.

Trying to escape from Trishia, Arabella reached the hot coffee and splashed it at her behind.

“Ahhhh! You!You!” Trishia screamed out loud. The hot coffee landed on her face. She quickly let go of Arabella while wiping the dripping black coffee away from her face.

Arabella turned around and was shocked to see Trishia with a flushed face. She didn’t intend to splash the coffee to her delicate face. It was just merely self-defense.

“You bitch!” Trishia touched her painful face.

“I…” Arabella was speechless.

“What happened here?” Bill’s magnetic voice sounded behind Arabella.

Seeing Bill, Trishia quickly ran towards him.

“Bill, look! Look at what happened to my face.” Trishia complained. “That bitch just poured coffee on me.” She then pointed to Arabella.

Bill didn’t say anything and looked at Arabella with a stern expression. Arabella was felt a bit guilty so she lowered her head.

“Our press conference is today. Now my face is swollen. How could I face the people?” Trishia’s voice was pissed off and awful. “Because of you!” She then strode towards Arabella and was about to grab her hair again but Bill’s hand was quick to catch Trishia’s hand in the air before it landed on Arabella.

“Stop!” Bill ordered firmly. It was still calm but dangerous if not followed.

“Bill, my face was hurt because of her. She should be thrown out!” Trishia debated. She really wanted Arabella to be out of his house. By that, she would have Bill all her own.

“She stays,” Bill declared then strode to the dining area to have his breakfast.

Trishia giggled in anger. She shot daggers at Arabella and quickly went back to her room.

Arabella was left unmoved. Then, she went outside to breathe for a while.

She was thinking of what happened earlier. She couldn’t understand why she had to be brutal. Not because she was surrounded by monsters, she also had to be a monster and apparently, she would become more monster than them. Not because people didn’t treat you right, you would also treat them poorly. Society taught us that it was just fair. Giving people their own dose of medicine, but somehow you tend to question yourself.

Who am I?