The Forgotten Billionaire

Chapter 36

Even though I still wanted to question Alex, I left him there. I wouldn’t press him to say what I wanted to ask because he didn’t appear to want to. I would be thrilled if he ever told me why we had the same ring, but if he wanted to keep it a secret from me like Randall, aunt Helena, and Archer do, I was powerless to stop him. That was something I would respect.

There were no people when I returned home. I was not sure where the maids went this time. When they came home, they vanished as quickly as they arrived. Even though it was just midday, the entire house was gloomy. All the curtains were drawn. I was not sure why I became nervous all of a sudden. My steps were heavy as I ascended to the second floor as if I didn’t want to enter and go to our room. I heard a voice as I neared the room. I thought maids had left again? It could not be Randall since he went to the office early and said he would leave me a message when he got home.

When I approached our room, the voice became louder, but it wasn’t the regular sound of someone who was simply conversing. As I strained my ear to the door, my palm trembled. There, the voices that had been stirring inside my gut were verified. My stomach was no longer churning with butterflies. They were neither content nor agitated.

“Ahhh!!! R-Randall moves more slowly — haaa. Yes,..., yes.” That was a wimpy groan. It seemed like I was on a stump standing outside the door, clutching the doorknob. And didn’t want to open the door. My hands shivered. My heart was racing like a racetrack. I didn’t want to think what I was imagining was correct, but I couldn’t stop myself from being curious.

“W-wait ... Slower hmmm ... I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” The growling grew louder and as it went on, I slowly recognized the voice that owned it.

It was as though I wanted to hit myself and told myself I was merely dreaming, yet my hands moved and turned the doorknob on their own. It seemed as though cold water had been thrown on me as I opened the door. While they were both undressed, Randall lay on Charlotte’s body. I noticed strewn glasses and wine on the floor, as well as their other belongings. They weren’t looking at me because they were too preoccupied with the pleasure of their bodies.

Since Charlotte and Randall still couldn’t see me, I positioned myself on the side of the bed and watched them. They both looked up at me as Randall’s eyes widened as Charlotte picked up the blanket I use every night. How thick was this woman’s skin and didn’t seem to know how to be ashamed? When they saw me, I could no longer restrain myself.

I hit Charlotte in the face with my purse. She was taken aback by what I did; I touched my tummy as a result of my forceful slap on this itching and whore lady, and it felt as if my kid kicked in my stomach, angry as well. Charlotte shifted her gaze to the left in response to what I did. My eyes were enraged at them, and my fingers trembled with rage.

“I guess you won’t ask what the slap I did to you was for. Do you have any idea? You would be elegant, but you are pushing yourself too hard on someone who is already married. Aren’t you delicate?” My voice was cold. In situations like this, I couldn't be classy when you were talking to the garbage.

Randall intervened when I was about to smack Charlotte for the second time. Because I despised him, I pushed him away from me! To the two of them, I would like to express my heartfelt gratitude. His eyes grew sorrowful all of a sudden, but I was filled with rage, contempt, and disgust! What was he thinking when he did this to me? Why? Tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn’t stop them. I wanted to be stable, yet I was unable to do so. I missed all he kept hidden and done to me! I would always assume he just needed more time to tell me everything, but now? I was questioned whether I was still lacking.

I dashed out of the room, but I could hear his footsteps following me. He snatched me and lifted me onto my stomach before I could even walk on the steps. I put a lot of pressure on him. Charlotte was also following us. She approached him when she noticed Randall and I getting into problems. Fearing becoming caught in my tummy because a baby was asleep within, I instantly calmed down. While we were still near the stairwell, Randall let go of my tummy.

“I did not mean.” His eyes seemed depressed. I wanted to laugh because of what he said.

“I did not mean,” I repeated what he said. I laughed out loud while tears still welled up in my eyes. “Fuck you! Fuck you both of you! If you don’t mean to, what is it? What’s that? You don’t mean to put your cock in that itchy vagina? And it’s all an accident?” I shouted and my voice was heard throughout the household.

When Randall bowed, Charlotte stepped forward to me. I ignored her because I was looking at Randall, but it seemed like bad luck to me ... I didn’t think what Charlotte could do just for Randall.

She pushed me hard on the stairs. It was as if there was slow motion around me. Randall tried to take my hand as his face was scarred and Charlotte was smiling. Knowing that was going to happen, I hugged my stomach tight.

Please ... Hold on tight to mommy ...

When my head hit one of the stairs, it was as if the memories were fast-forwarding in my brain. Consecutive memories ...

Until I completely lost consciousness.