You Can Run But You Can't Hide My Contractual Wife novel Chapter 303

Back at Arabella's apartment, Trishia continued cutting Arabella's wardrobe even though the owner of the house was already staring at her holding grudges for the mess she had done in her place.

"Go out now before I call the police, Trishia!" Arabella didn't like the chaotic sight that greeted her upon entering her house. Seeing Trishia deliberately ravaging her place, her resentment towards her was surging up. She could let anyone bully her in her territory. It made her angrier when Trishia seemed not to hear her and continued cutting all her curtains and throwing the fabric to the ground piece by piece. Arabella clenched her fists tightly. She could not control herself as she stormed toward Trishia and grabbed her hand with her scissor. Trishia moved her hand away quickly. "Ahhh!" Arabella suddenly screamed in pain. Trishia's scissors cut Arabella's palm. Blood automatically gushed out from her palm. "Pakkk!!!" Then a loud slap sound echoed in the room. With her palm covered with blood, Arabella had managed to slap Trishia's face hard. Her blood scattered on Trishia's white face. She felt the tingling pain of the cut on her palm but slapping Trishia gave her satisfaction.

Trishia didn't anticipate Arabella's attack. Arabella successfully grabbed Trishia's scissors then she threw them away. Wiping the blood of Arabella on her face full of irritation, Trishia shot Arabella with daggers. She could not accept that Arabella just hit her face. Trishia was bursting with vexation for Arabella Jones.

"Get out now!" Arabella roared. She had no time with Trishia's stubbornness. For her, Trishia was hopeless and just wanted to blame her for all her bad luck. Though she felt the pain in her palm, Arabella remained tough and firm.

"What if I don't want to get out?" Trishia responded. Her tone was provoking still not sobered with the slap she got from Arabella. "What if I still want to ruin your apartment and your life?" Trishia strode closer to Arabella with her right eyebrow curled upward. "What are you going to do? Are you gonna kill me?" Trishia enunciated with her bratty tone while she folded her arms in front of her.

Arabella's outburst was already taking over her. She had no time for Trishia's ill-mannered show as she stormed to her kitchen and got a knife. Pissed and determined to teach Trishia a lesson, Arabella went back with the sharp blade in her hand.

Trishia saw Arabella was coming with a knife but she didn't run away. Obviously, she didn't want to leave her place peacefully. With her devilish smile, Trishia clapped her hands like she was enjoying Arabella's outburst. Arabella stopped just a meter away from Trishia gripping the knife hard white she was gritting her teeth. She could kill Trishia now but something inside her was stopping her. She had all the reasons to kill Trishia. Aside from that, Trishia was a trespasser, and she ruined her things inside. Surely, the court would take her side.

"Arabella Jones," Trishia blurted out. Her eyes sparkled teasing Arabella. The way Trishia had taunted her, she seemed to know that Arabella could not kill someone and surely she could not kill her. "Come on, Arabella Jones, kill me now!" Trishia added formidably as she smiled at her spreading her arms in the air. "Come on, kill me! Don' be a coward, Arabella Jones, kill me now!" Trishia screamed demanding her. "Come on! Kill your own sister now!" She shouted announcing a bomb.

Arabella was gripping the knife too hard. The sight of Trishia and the chaos inside her house made her lose Arabella's sanity. She was about to attack her enemy but Trishia's last words made her stop abruptly.

"You are insane, Trishia! You are hopeless! Get out of my house now!" Arabella tried her best not to be a murderer but Trishia was very good at stimulating her anger. For her, Trishia was out of her mind. Her words were merely part of her show.

Her madness show.

Trishia was a desperate and pretentious woman.

She never liked her even a bit. Arabella just wanted Trishia to evaporate and be gone from her sight immediately. She didn't wang to be a murderer but if Trishia kept on pestering her in her territory, Arabella could not promise if she could still control herself and kept her sanity for Trishia.

Instead of obeying Arabella, Trishia strode gracefully towards her. Judging from her expression, Trishia had no plan to leave Arabella's place and she had no intention of following the orders of the owner of the apartment.

"Sister..." Trishia uttered with a mocking expression. "Why do you want me to get out? Isn't sisters should stick together?" Trishia smiled provokingly. Her words had no sincerity.

"Stop calling me sister! You are insane!" Arabella growled. She would never believe Trishia as she had known her very well.

"Ha!ha!ha!" Suddenly, Trishia laughed madly. "You still don't get it, don't you?" She smirked. "Where do you want me to start?" Trishia walked around her.

Arabella stood firmly with her knife. She suddenly felt something bad about Trishia's confidence. Her mind refused to think of the possibility that she and Trishia were related to each other because her instinct knew it was possible. If she had to think about the forbidden relationship between her father to Trishia's mother, she knew Trishia's words could be true but Arabella refused to even think about it. She hated their relationship. It was the reason why she had to approach Bill Sky. It was the reason why she was being held in the neck by Sen. Meyer. That forbidden relationship with her father with Alice Meyer made her life in danger again.

"Here's the thing bitch, your dad, unfortunately, happened to be my biological dad as well. Now if you still didn't get it, that's your problem! You can try to ask your useless dad perhaps." Trishia winked at her. Her expression was full of mockery. She never accepted Arabella's dad as her dad. For her, that man would be forever useless. He was not worthy to be her father. Trishia blamed her dad to bring Arabella Jones into this world. If it wasn't for him, there would no Arabella who always took everything she had and wanted. Arabella Jones was always her cunning opponent and her mortal enemy.

"You are a liar! You are lying, Trishia!" Arabella exclaimed. As the only child in the family, she also aimed to have a sister when she was young but hearing Trishia, she could not find any happiness in the news. Arabella refused to believe her. For everything Trishia had done to her, she just wished that Trishia was telling her lies. If it was true, then why her father didn't tell her about it? Why did Trishia know about it and she didn't? Why does she have to hear it from Trishia? The girl who could not be trusted.

"Ha!Ha!Ha!" Trishia laughed. "Do you really think that I want you to be your sister? Never!" She roared with her eyeballs bulging while frowning deeply showing her strong refusal.

"Don't worry, Trishia, the feeling is mutual. So, go out! Stop bothering me, Trishia." Arabella responded. She didn't have the time to analyze everything. She should not be shocked if it was true. Knowing the relationship between her father to Trishia's mother, it could be possible but then, it would not change the fact that their relationship would never go smooth.

"No! I will not go out!" Trishia refused. "I didn't come here to be a messenger." Trishia rolled her eyes at Arabella.

"Then what do you want?! Why do you have to ruin my things?!" Arabella roared. Her resentment toward Trishia never subsided it was just distracted by her news but it eventually gained another level.