Contract Go Wrong: The CEO’s Tempting Bride

‘Yes, Ruby, have a taste of your own medicine.’ It wasn’t like she doesn’t have a harsh tongue. But fighting unnecessarily was something she detested and always tried her best to avoid trouble. unless the trouble kept banging incessantly at her door of course and was something she could handle.

She suddenly felt pity for the girl and shook her head thinking back to the previous times Adrian had made an advance at her.

Was he really loyal to her? Does he even love her? ‘tsk tsk tsk.’ She couldn’t be bothered with whatever was going on between the couple.

Ruby stood still as if she had lost her tongue. And after a few seconds, Gina chuckled again then took the towel and walked past her toward the kitchen.

She picked up the liquid soap she uses for the utensils, then picked up another towel and fetched a bowl of water before heading back to the living room.

The crazy girl was out of sight and she could hear rushing steps that were fading up the stairs. She sighed deeply and dropped everything before kneeling to continue with her cleaning.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

When she was done, her back was aching all over and she had to hold a hand to her waist while praising the maids back at the mansion inside her head.

All her life, she never knew cleaning a couch could be this stressful. But she had washed the kitchen utensils several times and only experienced slight aches in her wrists.

What’s happening. Her hand was still on her waist and she could feel the pain increasing. Was it because of the cleaning or was something else wrong with her?

Her eyes narrowed then a realization dawned on her. She returned everything to the kitchen, the couch was now bright and clear as before. Then she hurried upstairs and barged inside her room.

After grabbing her phone from the bedside table, she checked the calendar and groaned. It was no wonder, so her period had come.

She rubbed her forehead, with one hand still supporting her waist then lowered herself on the bed. Her lower stomach had also started aching and she grimaced.

A few minutes later, she rose carefully and dragged her legs toward the bathroom, thankfully there are packs of sanitary products in the glass cabinets.

After taking a warm bath the pain had subsided a little and she changed into her pajamas then lay down on the bed, suddenly having no appetite.

She endured the pain for a while before she could finally fall asleep.

***

But later that night, an excruciating pain pulled her out of her sleep. Gina tossed on the bed, with both hands pressed against her stomach.

Her face was all sweaty and her chest was heaving up and down as she gasped for breath. Despite shivering from the cold even her clothes had started turning damp from all the sweats.

The searing pain spread from her lower stomach all the way down her waist and she gritted her teeth to endure it.

She writhed toward the bedside and her hands grabbed the bedside drawer. But she stopped and grimaced remembering that she wasn’t in her room back at the mansion where she usually keeps her pills inside the bedside drawers to avoid incidents like this one.

Her eyes were shut and she lay in that position for a while, with her stomach down. however, the pain seemed to be increasing. It was as if tiny sharp objects were continuously poking her lower stomach, and a heavy object pressed down on her waist.

Seconds ticked by but nothing changed. Was she going to survive this pain till the next morning? She had never experienced this kind of pain her whole life. Was it because her pills were always there to support her?

Her eyes tinged and she took in a long drag of the air. The doctor’s words suddenly rang through her ears as her body writhed in pain.

Taking something warm would help the pain subside. But could she go down those long stairs in her current condition without collapsing? She has to try.

She dropped down from the bed with one hand on her stomach, while the other hand supported her body on the cold floor.

After crawling her way to the door she paused to catch some breath then her hand reached up for the doorknob.

With every movement, her stomach seemed to be slashed by a sharp blade. The cold floor was not helping either. However, her legs which were now numbed from the intense pain could not support her either.

She had to pause after a few movements to steady her breathing. It was like an eternity before she could reach the stairs.

Her back pressed against the railing and she shut her eyes once more with both hands wrapped around her stomach.

She pressed her lips hard and started moving again while holding the railings for support. If moving on the floor was painful then each time she lowered herself to the next step, the pain was a hundred times more excruciating and she couldn’t keep her eyes open anymore.

A cold wind suddenly breezed past and she shivered lightly. Could she even make it down the long winding stairs? Would the morning come soon so she could at least get help? Who would even help her?

She chuckled at her own predicament. Why does she have to find herself in life-threatening situations recently? Was it a premonition that she was not going to survive for long?

Beams of hope had finally enveloped her heart when she found out that the devil would someday release her. And even though it wasn’t in her control, she doesn’t want to die now.

“What are you doing here?”

A cold voice yanked her off her thoughts and her whole being stilled. She couldn’t process anything for a few seconds then fluttered her eyes open.

‘Adrian?’ she gasped with widened eyes. When did he come? Has he been standing in front of her? Wasn’t he supposed to be in bed with his mistress?