The Billionaire's Sex Slave novel Chapter 24

Andrius POV

A hard smack landed on my face. I didn’t move from where I was standing and maintained a straight stance. I can’t even feel the palm on my face because reality slaps me even harder.

“Beatrice will arrive today. You need to accompany her! She is your fiance!” my mother said. I’m unable to respond since she is now in a wheelchair and terrified of what could happen to her. I just stand back and let her talk.

I wish I could tell them they were the ones who planned the wedding. I didn’t want to marry the Scotts’ heir, but I couldn’t because of what they were saying - they constantly justified mommy’s situation.

“And ...” I took a serious glance at her because of her abrupt quiet. She continued when I believed she wouldn’t talk anymore. Her eyes are now quite frightening. These are the eyes I don’t want to behold since they are capable of killing without hesitation. She doesn’t care what happens to the person she murders as long as she gets her way, so I know she’s not thinking clearly.

“Throw away the garbage you found. I didn’t pay attention to the women you brought home to where you live, but I won’t let you mess around because you picked up some mud.”

I pulled my gaze to my mother’s. I couldn’t believe my eyes as I glanced at her. I understand what she’s saying. I know she’s been following me since the tragedy because she knows I’ll hold her and her father accountable for what they did.

“How long will you interfere in my life? I already have my name, so why don’t you let me?” I raised my voice since I knew the one she talking about and called trash is Caroline. She burst out laughing, as though she found something amusing in what I said.

“You will remain hidden in our shadow, Andrius. If you have to play with my palms, do it. Who do you think is the owner of the name of the person who killed hundreds of people in just a small area? So I can imprison you as long as I want.”

“It’s you and dad’s fault!” I screamed aggressively. They are to blame for the large number of deaths that occurred during the time. She gave me another glance before smiling.

“Let’s say you’re not the one who kills people, but do you think the woman you’re obsessed with will do nothing to you when she finds out that the person helping her is the son of the person who killed her parent? That the blood of the murderer is beside her?” She kept turning the wheel of her wheelchair but did not leave right away. I was astonished and stood there looking into the air.

“Once I see how well you treat that woman, you won’t be able to catch her breathing. Look for the cameras in the rooms of your house — if you can. Or catch the person I ordered to watch that woman. When someone reports to me what you did, then you know that my words are not a joke “

“MOM!” I yelled, but she didn’t respond. I was going to leave when the door burst open noisily.

When I turned around, Beatrice had already hugged me. Why did she bother to come today? Every time I think about what is going on, my head hurts.