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You Are Mine Now, Woman
“Mr. Ubba…”
“Ragnar. Ragnar Marshall is my name.” Ragnar corrected. Ubba was only his stage name.
“Ha… Mr. Ragnar, please don’t let me do that. I honestly do not want to meet you. Just offer me the divorce paper and I promise you to sign it immediately.”
“Do as I’ve said,” he said even more sternly. She stood up pathetically and walked up to him. She knelt before his two separated knees and mumbled, “please, sir.”
However, he tuned deaf ears. Her fear wasn’t sucking his dick, her fear was what he planned on doing to her afterwards.
She unzipped his trouser slowly and when he was about dipping her hand inside, a call came through to his phone and he spoke, “halt!”
She immediately retracted her hand, breathing heavily and relaxedly. Ragnar Marshall only placed the phone to his ear but didn’t utter a word. After a few seconds had passed, he stood up and tucked his phone back to his pocket.
Was he leaving? She thought to herself.
Soon, Ragnar Marshall dissapeared from the room. She let out a heavy sigh and stood. What mess has she got herself into? She must now escape this city with her sick grandmother. There are hospitals in neighboring cities anyways.
As she walked swiftly outside, she placed a call across to Nikolai, “hey Brigitta, what’s up?”
“Get my children’s luggage ready, I’m leaving the city today.”
“What! What’s going on? Is it because of Ragnar?” Nikolai asked surprisingly.
“Just do as I’ve said, please.” She hung up the call and soon appeared inside her room. She was quick in arranging the little luggage she brought, as soon as she was done, she dragged the luggage outside and began to drag them with her.
When she appeared at the largest living room in the house, she was already seeing the exit door and can’t wait to leave this place but a voice suddenly made her halt. “Miss. Brigitta, it seems you are leaving without letting us know?” The butler asked.
She turned to him and said, “Oh! Mr. Ivan… I didn’t even know that you are home. It’s urgent and I must leave.”
“Just like that?” The butler walked up to her and said, “Mr. Ragnar is ready to pay for your grandmother’s health bill, in return, you stay until he permits you to leave.”
How did Ragnar Marshall find out about her grandmother’s health? Nervously, she stuttered, “erm… Can you tell Mr. Ragnar Marshall not to worry?”
“Your grandmother is likely not to survive this night if you don’t let Mr. Ragnar pay.” The butler said, “or you may want to confirm from the doctor?”
Should she let Ragnar Marshall pay? But if he pays, only he can decide when she will leave him? “Mr. Ivan, permit me to ask, why didn’t Mr. Ragnar want me to leave?”
“It’s not that he doesn’t want you to leave, it’s that he wants to be the one to decide when you leave. It’s his rule.” The butler said.
“Can you let me think about this? I’ll decide what is best for me.” She said and the butler agreed and walked away.
She returned her luggage to the room and immediately took a cab to the hospital that her grandmother was. She checked on her grandmother and realized that her sickness had gotten even worse. Her grandmother could barely utter a word anymore as she was in deep pains. She looked very older than she already is and she was finding it difficult to breath well.
Scared, she quickly met with the doctor and the doctor confirmed to her that if her mother didn’t commence treatment this night, she would not survive. Thinking of how good and loving her grandmother was expecially when no one was there for her, she immediately returned home and told the butler that Ragnar Marshall can go ahead and make the payment for her grandmother’s health.
Afterwards, she left the butler.
About a few hours later, the doctor informed her through text message that the surgery had been scheduled but that immediate treatment had began on her grandmother. The text gave her a great relief and she was now able rest well as she was laying on her bed.
She can’t wait for her grandmother to get better. While she was reminiscing on how the past was with her grandmother, the internal telephone in the room rang and she answered it, she already knew it was Ivan calling, but she couldn’t guess why he called. “Mr. Ragnar and his friend are home, they would like to eat Kung Pao Chicken, the ingredients are available in the kitchen, please be quick with it.”
She frowned, can’t he employ a cook? Remembering that she was actually married to Ragnar Marshall, she stood from the bed. Her marriage with Ragnar Marshall didn’t look like an actual marriage at all but she must learn to admit that he is her husband.
She then went to the kitchen and began to prepare the chicken. After she was done, she carried in a tray and went to the backyard where Ragnar and his friend sat. They were both smoking and had bottles of alcohol on their table. They were seated opposite eachother under a shed.
“Hi, sirs.” She greeted the two men nervously then placed the tray on the table.
“I like your cleavage,” Ragnar’s friend, Storri said.
When Brigitta bent to place the tray on the table, her cleavage showed a little.
Embarrassedly, she covered her chest very well and said, “I’m not pleased with such compliment, I hope you enjoy the food.”Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.
“Stop!” Storri stood angrily and grabbed her by the arm, “you aren’t the first women around Ragnar. What is it you want? His money or his dick? Don’t pretend as if you are moral. You mean nothing to Ragnar.”
“Please let me go,” she tired to remove her hand from Storri’s firm grip. “Quit the act of pretense, slut. Did you think Ragnar will mind if a thousand men fuck you? I’ll have been sane enough to fuck you in an enclosed place but I must now fuck you right here.”
Brigitta was shocked at his words. She was even more surprised that Ragnar Marshall didn’t even pay any attention.
“I’m Ragnar’s wife, you can’t treat me this way.” She said but she received a slap in the face and a hard kick in the leg that sent her falling flat to the floor.
Brigitta screamed hard in pain but the next thing she saw was a knife peircing into someone’s belly. She fluttered her eyes in shock, it was Ragnar Marshall, he had just stabbed Storri in the stomach.
“On your feet,” Ragnar Marshall commanded and she immediately stood to her feet, her cheek still burning seriously in pain. But this was her first time of witnessing such a brutal scene, she could see Storri laying dead on the floor.
“You are mine now, woman!” He said briefly but powerfully, “wait for me in my room!” He commanded.