The Billionaire’s Desires

Still Hillary’s POV

They had nearly caught me before I got to the estate. They came so close to my car, scaring the shit out of me when they rolled down the glass window of their car, pointing a gun at me. I ducked on time before they pulled the trigger, but I could still hear the sound of the bullet swooshing past me, going out the other window. I stepped on the gas pedal once more, going at a ridiculously dangerous speed limit, trying so hard to get out of their gunfire. I was so glad when I saw the gate a few feet away. They couldn’t enter this estate, I watched them park a few miles from the gate, watching me as I drove through the gate. I slowed down my car, waiting to see if they would follow me in, but they didn’t. I tried alerting the security guys at the gate, begging for their help, but they didn’t believe me, even with the bullet marks on my car. I has to drive off in anger when they asked me to drive back to the precinct and file a formal report with the cops.

I left them staring at my vehicle in surprise as I drove home in anger. At least, my security guards won’t be as stupid as these ones, they would at least help me get to the root of this matter.  They had believed me when I told them that I was chased by some thugs. They asked me to inform the cops about it all, I dialed the 911 emergency line, but it kept putting my calls on hold. The guys did a sweep of the whole premises, making sure I wasn’t followed. I was super shocked when they found a bug in my car. I have no idea how they had bugged my car, it must have been when they were shooting at me, the shooting had only been a distraction, their real motive was to put a bug in my car. The guys are not experts on techs, they could not find out what the bug in my car could do, it’s going to take quite a while for them to get to Nathan’s tech expert and confirm if the bug is still active and what it could do.

I left them to their jobs and went back inside, trying once more to reach Nathan and tell him what I’d just experienced. But as usual, his line was not connecting. I also tried to reach the cops once more, but It went straight to voicemail, I wasn’t able to reach anyone. I’ve just managed to get away from my pursuers, I’ve managed to get home safely, escaping death severally, but I have not been able to hear from anyone, not Nathan nor Avril. She was supposed to get out of that house in time, I told her to go down the air vent, but so far, I haven’t been able to reach her on the phone because her line is not connecting, I just don’t know what to do anymore, it’s just too much for me to bear alone, I need someone to talk to and share my worries, I need him like never before, I need Nathan.

I just can’t sit still, my body is shaking furiously as I keep checking the window, searching for any clue that would suggest that they followed me to this house. The guards have assured me that they would not let anyone through, they keep trying to assure me that I’m safe at home, saying no one would attempt any assault on my life, not while I’m in this house. They said they were getting more reinforcement from their boss. I wonder if their reinforcements are coming from Nathan himself, he could simply be avoiding me on purpose and I just don’t know why.

A part of me wants to believe them, a part of me wants to go to bed and sleep it all off, terming this whole ordeal as a dream but unjust can’t shake off the feeling that they haven’t given up on me yet. I don’t know who they are, I have no idea what they want with me or Avril. If only I can see Ariel right now, she may be able to figure this out. Right now I can’t tell if they are after me or her, they just showed up out of nowhere, chasing the both of us.

“Mrs. Trent, you need to hear what they are saying on the news, it’s very important, ma’am, it’s about Mr. Trent. You have to see it now.” Miguel, my chief security guy said to me, going to turn on the huge television that is hanging above the fireplace. He kept on clicking on the remote control, going over all the news channels. I watched in horror at the headlines on all the news channels that says,

“Famous Billionaire Heir, Nathan Trent, was involved in a plane crash,”

“New York wealthiest and most handsome Bachelor, dead or alive?”

“Remains of Mr. Nathan Trent and his crew still not found.”

“A huge loss on Trent’s household,”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

The headlines were just endless, each news channel has its own side of the story but the message that was being passed across to the public was one and the same, Nathan is dead. He was involved in a plane crash and nobody survived the crash.

No,

“It’s not true, I just can’t believe that, I can never accept that. He said he was coming back in a few months, he said he was going to spend the rest of his life with me. He can’t be dead, this is all one big joke, they are all going to realize their mistake when he comes back home and sue them all for spreading fake news about him, he’ll never let them go unpunished. I’ll make them pay for toiling with my emotions, how can they joke with something this huge, I’ll never let this go, I’ll never forgive them for this, they’ll pay for lying about my man. I’m not accepting this, I can’t be a widow just a few days after marriage, I won’t believe these lies, I can’t believe it!!!” I sobbed hysterically, pressing the remote control nonstop, searching for a news channel that would tell me the truth because I chose not to believe what the other channels are saying, I would never accept such news, it’s simply impossible.

“The supposed wife of Mr. Nathan Trent, Ariel Montana, moans her late husband, dressed in all white.” I paused and listened to what they were saying in this channel, I can’t believe that everyone thinks that this bitch is Nathans’s wife. I watched in anger as she sits proudly with his family, posing for the camera while acting sad and depressed. Any idiot could tell that she is obviously faking it. She kept staring at her manicured nails as she acted sad in front of the camera.

“That’s not his fucking wife, you idiots. I’m his legal wife and I know that he is not dead, my Nathan is not dead, you idiot!!!” I yelled at the screen, talking to them through the television screen as if they could hear me. I grabbed a cuddle pillow from the couch and threw it right at the television screen, it would have fallen down and broken into a million pieces if Miguel wasn’t standing a few feet away. He caught it just before it could lose its balance, setting it back as it was before my pillow hit it. I wanted to say thank you, really want to, but I’m too tired to think about what is right and what is not, I’m too pissed to care about anyone’s feelings but myself, I’m too hurt to care about anything else.

How could everyone be so blind and stupid?

First, That bitch is not Nathan’s wife, I am. Secondly, Nathan is not dead. He is in the Caribbean, training to shoulder his responsibility as head of the family and chairman of their family’s businesses. This is just a stunt by his family, they are just trying to get rid of me. They must have heard about our relationship, so they paid all the news media to circulate this hideous news about Nathan, they want me to believe that he is dead, they want me to move on with my life, believing that Nathan is already dead.

And Miguel,

That lying, conniving bastard!!!

They must have paid him to show me the news this evening. He must be working with Nathan’s family to try and separate us, how could Nathan fail to see all this coming. He had told me that his friend had vetted these guys personally, could he have made a mistake about these guys, what the hell is going on here, I don’t even know what to think anymore. I only have one lead right now, and that is Miguel. He knows something that he doesn’t want to share with us. It’s either he tells me what I want to know, or I’m driving over to the station to report all this.

No, Wait,

I can’t drive over there, I’ll be killed before I even get a chance to say one fucking, word. I don’t think I’ll be able to survive another car race with those maniacs, they would not let me go unscathed this time, they would fucking pull the trigger on me, I’ll be dead before I even make it near the precinct. I turned to level a stern look at Miguel, taking him off guard as he turns to me in surprise, obviously curious as to why I was glaring at him with a murderous gaze.

“What’s wrong Mrs. Trent, did do something wrong?” he asked me, his eyes looking at me like I’d suddenly gone insane.

“You Bastard!!!

How could you stand and look at my face after betraying my husband and I?

He trusted you and you betrayed him, you dirtbag!!!

I’ll never forgive you and your boys, Miguel, I’ll never forgive you all, you’re all going to pay for your betrayal. I’m getting you all arrested for this, and you can go back and tell your crazy employers that their plot did not work like they wanted it to, I’m still alive and I still don’t believe their lies. I don’t care what they are saying on TV, I’m Nathan’s legal wife and there is nothing anyone can do about it.” I let out furiously, yelling at the top of my voice. I had to take in a deep breath after I finished speaking my mind, I breathed in repeatedly, trying to catch my breath.

“You need to calm down so I can understand you, Mrs. Trent. I have no idea what you are talking about ma’am. I’ve never thought of betraying you or mister Nathan, I could lose my life if news this gets to the boss’s ears. I never betrayed you, I swear it.” He explained, looking at me eagerly, trying to get me to believe him.

“You lying Bastard!!!

Now explain to me how you knew that his parents were going to pay the news media to send out fake news to the public, how the hell did you know that I would find such depressing news at that time. Isn’t it obvious that you were paid to get me to see that news, you all want me to think that my husband is dead, don’t you?

Well, guess what, you all thought wrong. I’m never leaving my man for any reason whatsoever and send this warning to those scunbags that were sent to trail and threaten me. Tell them I ain’t scared of anything, not them and certainly not that bitch that claims to be his wife. I’ll make sure you all get punished for this, Miguel. Nathan is not a man that forgives easily, he would never let this go and I’ll never forgive you all.” I responded angrily, my eyes wide as I glared daggers at him.

“I still don’t get what you are saying, Mrs. Trent. Are you trying to say that Mr. Trent is still alive?”

“Are you really asking me that question?

I think I should get you arrested right now as an example to everyone else. Of course, he is still alive, I know she would never leave me this way, not a few days after we got married. Now run along and tell those thugs that the threat ain’t working, I’m not leaving Nathan and I’m going down to the station to report today’s incident. Now get the fuck out of my house, your services are no longer needed in this house. I’m placing a restriction order against you all, you can never come close to me or hurt me anymore.” I told him sternly, eyeing him dangerously as I turned to leave the sitting room. He stretched out his hand, holding my hand and pulling me back to face him squarely,

“I don’t know what to say to you to make you feel better, ma’am. But I’m assuring you right here and now that I won’t leave you this way, I’ll help you get through this process and I’ll make sure we figure out who is trying to kill you, but you have to snap out of this reverie and open your eyes to the truth. I know it’s hard but you have to acknowledge the truth, you can’t live in denial forever. Come here, I’ve got something to show you, but you have to promise me that you’ll stop making up these conspiracy theories of yours, and you have to let me help you.” He pleaded softly, pulling me to sit on the couch next to him. I don’t know why I followed him to sit there, I don’t even know why I have this urge to listen to what he has to say, but I say down anyway and I paid attention to what he wanted to say.

“Our boss, the Mafia Lord is a friend of Mr. Trent. He couldn’t believe it either, he couldn’t accept the fact that their plane had crashed. He sent a team to the crash site to get proof of death, but they couldn’t find the bodies, they managed to get a recording from Mr. Trent’s laptop, here is what we could find,

He pushed the play button, playing a recording on his phone. First I heard Nathan’s voice as he spoke to someone, sounding so happy and relaxed. It didn’t take me much time to realize that it was our last conversation before he died, he was actually talking to me, then all of a sudden I heard some distant shuffling and chaos, soon a voice sounded in the background, telling him that he wants to go over to the cockpit and find out what is going on, soon he came back and reported that the plane is about to crash, urging everyone to abandon the plane.

I was a crying mess before the audio finished playing. I could not control my sniffling and hiccups, I did not even know how I ended up in Miguel’s arms ad he rubbed my back gently, urging me to move on with my life. But how do I move on, I have no life without him, I can’t live without him, my whole life is over completely.