Wanted by the Billionaire and the prince

I am not the one to threaten

“I am Samantha Bricks.” I smiled, holding out my hand for a handshake.

He eyed my hand without taking it. I put my hand back at my side, happy he rejected it like I expected. The last thing I wanted was for him to touch me in any way. I just offered my hand just to rile him up.

It worked. However, not in the way I wanted it to.

Aaron shoved me to the wall, glaring at me with rage-filled dark brown eyes, placing his hands above my head to completely corner me. I stopped breathing so I wouldn’t have to inhale his choking cologne.

“I can see through you. You only want his money and his cock. You don’t love Holland, and she doesn’t love you either. The only person she truly loves is me. The only one to be part of their family is me. Fucking slut!”

I opened my mouth to say something, but he cut me off.

“Shhh.. I’m not done yet. I know this is just your scheme, you pretending to love children. You were teaching Holland how to say your name and no other name so that you can find favour with Julian. You are just trying to scheme your way into his life, you gold-digging prostitute.”

“But,” he smiled, caressing my cheek. I flinched at his touch. “You will not succeed. Many have plotted before you, and many will after you. I’ve stopped them, and I’ll stop you. I’ll be watching your every step, Samantha.” He drawled.

I pushed him away from me with all the strength I could muster. I was tired of his bullshit, and I didn’t care if he hit me as long as he was away from me.

“You are sick in the head. Very much sick. My instinct told me, so you know, That. you. are. sick.” I spat. “Who do you think you are talking to, and who gave you the right to make baseless accusations!” I hissed, taking in a deep breath. My eyes were starting to water from feeling so intensely frustrated.

I looked around my crib to see if there was anything I could grab onto just in case this crazy man tried to hurt me. The only thing I could see was the flower vase on my glass table; besides that, nothing was strong enough.

“You are just silly and a psycho. So you know I’ll be watching you too. Very closely.” I narrowed my eyes at him and frowned, my eyebrows creasing.

My heartbeat accelerated, but I kept a calm demeanor. I looked over to the right, where my kitchen was located behind a brown closed door. Thankfully, I didn’t lock it, so I could easily get a knife.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“You just met the wrong woman, and you cannot intimidate me like you did the others. If that’s what you have in mind, I suggest that, for your good, you back out because I’ll destroy you. Don’t even dare me! You won’t treat me like you treated the rest. I am a Bricks. Go read about my family.”

He laughed and clasped his hands together in mock amusements. “So sluts now make threats.”

“No. Women now make promises.” I corrected. “Take my bag to the car and do what you are here for. Drive me.” I quaked my brows at my bag and him, daring him to disobey me.

My insides churned as we both gaped at each other, waiting for the other to be intimidated.

He could hurt me. He could kill or rape me. Men.. Men were violent, and here I was, testing a man I didn’t even know or like. An unhinged man.

He frowned and picked up my box by the door with effortless ease. “We will see who will win this Nanny Sam.” He grits. His voice dripped with hate and anger.

“Leave!” I ordered, pointing at the door. He opened it and walked out, allowing me to breathe.

I was so shaken I had to sit down on one of my couches. I rested my head on my hand as my mind remained blank.

After a while, my heart started to beat normally, and my fingers stopped shaking, but my mind remained blank. My phone beeped, and I looked over where I had dropped it on the edge of the couch. It was a message from Julian. I had saved his name as Boss.

I opened the message with shaky hands, wondering why he was texting.

Could the driver have already told him something bad about me?

Are you guys on the way already? Holland is asking.

I smiled at the text and stood up. That bastard Aaron will not get the best of me.

I took my phone and my handbag and locked the door behind me, making sure to unplug all electricity. This was my one opportunity to have the family I always dreamed of, and I would not let it pass me because of fear. I would find out whatever Aaron was hiding.