Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Wife

Elle waited for the men expecting that some outsiders would be called to do the task. But to her surprise the chief of male staff had already summoned the jury outside in the front lawn. The lady had been sitting in the lounge when she saw all of them going outside, Elle did not know what was happy until she chased them towards the lawn. “What the fuck are they doing? I told them to call the people but what the heck are they doing?” She assumed that her plan might go down the drain, however she knew deep down that Sandro’ men would have been trained to outrun any plan or conspiracy. Hence she hurried towards the lawn only to see that the chief manservant was instructing something to the other men. There were five rows of ten men among God knows how many servants on that island, who were carefully paying heed to the chief. “What even!?” Elle could not believe what she saw and definitely that was not what she expected from all of them. “How can they even get paints like this? What the fuck is going on!?” She saw the helicopter up in the air dropping a few buckets of paints and stuff which was deployed easily via parachutes. Elle did not imagine that something like that could happen, her expectations terribly failed without even slightest success. All the men caught the paint buckets and began to strode inwards, while Elle was shocked to see the new picture. She had no idea what to do next in order to contact the outer world, all the men could not let her go or interact with any other person. Hence they thought of this solution. “Ugh! This is just insane!” Elle walked inside with a saddened and defeated expression, she could not accept the fact that her escape was impossible now. She inspected all the buckets after the men brought them back indoors, Elle still hoped to ruin something despite being clearly hopeless. “I want the whole castle’s interior pink.” She cheerfully told them while all the men halted their hands right above the buckets. They stared at her blankly as if she had been joking with them. “P-pink?” One of the men stuttered acknowledging that the demand for pink shade was intentional. “Yes pink! Do you have any objection to it?” Elle smirked knowing that he would not dare to revolt against her, even if they ruined her plan but the men would never offend her knowing she was Sandro’ girlfriend. The man shook his head and began to prepare to paint the whole damned castle pink. Every employee must have gulped down their fears after foreseeing the circumstances they would face, however they also knew that if they did not oblige they would still get punished. Elle on the other hand was satisfied with her decision and that was all she could think at that moment since the rest of the annoyance required Sandro’ presence. •••• On the other hand Sandro landed on the airport where the guards and his vehicle were already waiting for him. His clothes clacked in the cool breeze giving him an intimidating appearance as the man moved towards the vehicle and settled inside. The daredevil was back in the den to play after caging his prey, but he did not know that the prey was not an easy target either. Sandro closed his eyes and threw his head back on the head rest when the vibration of his phone snagged his attention. The man crooked his eyebrows and glanced at the number when he attended the call with a smirk. “Hello my dear cousin!” He sounded happy while the malice was creased on his face, if only the caller could see it in that particular moment. “Sandro, where are you?” Richardson questioned him while his voice was laced with anxiety, he was genuinely worried and in need of help. “Oh, me? I have just returned from the break. But is everything okay?” Sandro immediately changed his tone and tried to sound concerned about his cousin. He could not let him sense his happiness upon seeing his call, Sandro wanted Richardson to trust him completely. So, in turn he could drift Richardson and Elle apart by manipulating him and feeding his mind with the misunderstandings. “You sound disturbed, Richie. What is happening?” He chose his words deliberately knowing that what would affect him at that moment. Hence he instantly twisted his words so Richardson would call him for a visit. “Yes, yes, I’m good. Or at least I think I’m good.” Richardson nervously laughed at first then his voice broke down while he uttered the next words. “My fiancee has been kidnapped, Sandro!” As much as Richardson felt helpless in that situation since the kidnapper did not leave any clue for him to track. Sandro felt elated and satisfied with his reply and upon hearing his breaking and shattered voice he was completely satisfied. “That’s… what the hell! I’m coming straight to you. Don’t worry, we will find it.” Sandro spouted the hopeful consoling words while he told the driver to take the route towards Richardson’s office.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.