Billionaire’s Great Obsession

She decided to leave him.

“Right. It’s because I don’t want this marriage. You bought me. Love and marriage shouldn’t be bought. It’s based on two people’s free will.” Brianna said clearly.

Scott looked at her with disdain. “You sold yourself to me! You think now you have made enough money and want to leave, huh?”

“Yes! I don’t have to rely on anyone anymore.” Brianna retorted.

As soon as she said so, she felt tension grow between them instantly. Scott looked dangerous.

All of a sudden, Scott tore off her dress violently, and her fair skin and breasts were exposed mercilessly. Frightened, Brianna covered her breasts with her hands and tried to move away from Scott, but it was in vain. She was stuck in the car, in the tiny space where escape was impossible.

“I have been too nice to you. Now you should know how to be obedient.” Scott said angrily.

Brianna had realized that she had really angered him this time. “Don’t, Scott, please don’t…”

“You are just a toy.” Scott took her bras off swiftly. “If you dare to challenge me again, both you and your mother will suffer, I assure you.”

“We are on the road, and people will see…” Brianna spoke desperately.

“You are just doing your job.” Scott looked at her breasts and sneered. The more frightened she looked, the more pleased and excited he felt. He was a hunter and her, a prey.

Brianna tried to cover herself with her torn dress, yet Scott grabbed both her hands and pinned her down. He kissed her violently.

Helplessly, Brianna gave in. Tears streamed down her face. She looked up at the window, watching the rain pouring down. Her eyes spoke of desperation and emptiness.

She bit her lips as Scott entered suddenly. It hurt her. “You should be grateful that I still use you.” Scott spat the words into her ear. Shame filled Brianna’s heart. She looked at him with tearful eyes and didn’t utter a word.

Just as she was giving up to the pain and shame, Scott suddenly stopped and pulled out. He sat back up, pulled up his trousers, and tidied his shirt. He didn’t want her. He only intended to insult her, warn her and remind her that he was in complete control.

Brianna slowly sat up. She struggled to put on her bras. The dress was destroyed.

“Why did you insult me? I hate you.” Brianna glared at him with tearful eyes.

“Hate?” Scott sneered. “You are a nobody. You don’t even have the right to hate me.” Scott threw his suit at her with disdain and ordered, “Get out of the car. Don’t you try to run away from me before I get tired of you and get rid of you, or you will regret it.”

It was almost midnight, and the rain had grown heavier. Brianna said nothing, put on the jacket, and stepped out into the rain.

She was soaked and cold, but it felt much better than being stuck in the car with Scott. She thought.

Scott drove off without another word.

Brianna walked, a step at a time, quietly. She had stopped crying.

Scott hadn’t gone far when he suddenly recalled the face that reminded him of Sol. His heart softened. He stopped, lit a cigarette, and smoked with a heavy frown between his brows.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

About half an hour later, Brianna had finally caught up. He saw the poor girl in the rain walking past and honked at her, but Brianna ignored him and went on walking.

The sudden and slight empathy in Scott disappeared. She’s just a toy. All she’s got is a face that looks like hers. How dare she displease me again! Who does she think she is?!

He despised those that were too timid and obedient, but he wouldn’t allow anyone to cross the line either.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he grew. She’s asked for it! He started the engine, accelerated, and drove off.

Now Brianna was in utter despair, walking in the rain with just a jacket on. She didn’t have her phone or wallet with her. The rain seemed to grow heavier, and there were no cars nor people’s insight. She felt like she had been left completely alone, abandoned by the whole world.

She thought about finding shelter somewhere to wait for the rain to die down, but it looked like it would continue pouring down for a good while. She continued walking.

She hated the fact that the jacket was Scott’s, but she didn’t have a choice but to wear it. Accidently she felt a bank card in the pocket, and it reminded her of what Scott said earlier in the morning, that he would pay her one thousand dollars each time she slept with him and that he had just insulted her in the car and kicked her out. Enraged, she broke the card and threw it away. “I hate you!” She shouted into the rain.

She walked on for some time before she noticed that there was a car coming from behind. She turned around, and through the rain-beaten window, she saw the youthful face of Jacob.

He opened the window. Their eyes met. Brianna noticed that there was a guilty look about the usually cheerful face.

“I’m sorry, Brianna. I shouldn’t have played the trick on you. I didn’t know Scott would take it so badly. Please get in.” Jacob shouted through the rain apologetically.

Brianna hesitated. Can I trust him still? Is he really trying to help, or is it just another trick?

Just then, another car pulled over. A man in his late forties got out, holding an umbrella. It was Kevin, the male housekeeper at Home for Sol.

“Mr. Jacob Morgan, Mr. Scott Andersons has said that if Mrs. Brianna Anderson doesn’t apologize, she has to walk home,” Kevin spoke to Jacob clearly. “If she runs away, then she will not see her mother again.” He turned to look at Brianna and added.

Brianna’s heart sank.