Chapter 5-He's A Whopping Trillionaire!

Natalie's POV

I snapped. “I want to leave. Where is my phone. Allow me to speak with him.”

I shouted, I knew I was causing a ruckus which I know isn't good for my image. But I need all those things. When did I lose it? I can afford it getting in the hands of the wrong person.

The answer they kept giving me was that he was in a meeting.

“They're not your staff,” a voice drawled behind me. I spun. He stood at the top of the stairs, one hand in his pocket, watching me.

He wore the same outfit, that means he hasn't gotten to his room yet.

“They're mine,” he continued, descending from the stairs slowly. “They answer to me, not you.”

I marched up to him, seething. I just feel like biting his skin off. “This is illegal. You took my things and you're keeping here. This is kidnapping and I could get you arrested.”

He didn't blink. He didn't seem surprised.

“You're free to leave,” he said calmly. But beneath that calm voice, I knew there was a storm that could unleash anytime. “But step out that door, and walk back into the arms of your mother…or worse.”

I didn't see that coming.

My words caught in my throat. I had been forming words in my head until I heard what he had to say. I didn't want to go back there. But I didn't want to be here either. With him. A stranger with all power despite being said he's on the verge of bankruptcy.

I locked myself away in the guest room that night. The next morning came like a flash the same way midnight did.

Surprisingly I was relaxed in the room, I felt the comfort I don't feel at home. That was money speaking on my side, except that I woke up frequently like I was in danger.

I had breakfast, alone, surrounded with rude maids. Although they didn't speak to me, I could feel it from their actions.

I had nothing to do, I couldn't watch television. What if I touched it and I have to pay dearly for it.

Most importantly I haven't seen my said husband all day.

That moment, just like answered prayers, the answer came to me.

“Sir needs his study clean by the time he comes back.”

I faded ignorance and nonchalance to what I had heard. But I knew that my eyes watched every movement of the maid that was instructed to clean sir's study.

Why am I suddenly attracted to his study?

I stood up after the maid disappeared and walked aimlessly in the same direction. She went through the hallway, while I went through the staircase.

We ended up at the same place, but instead of following her, I went into my room. I had my phone with me, exactly twenty minutes I stood up and exited the room.

My eyes were on a particular door at the end of the hallway. I crept down polished halls until I stopped at the door.

She should be done by now. I've found his study.

My hand reached for the knob of the door, I twisted it and it opened.

Wow! To my luck it was unlocked.

I stepped into it, and inside were rows of books. He seemed to be a maniac at reading. There was a table in the study. On the tables, laid several files.

I'm on a quest to find the identity of my husband and it feels exciting.

I took light steps towards the table, there was a seat pulled into the table. I started by detaching the chair from the table, then I took a seat on the chair.

That was relaxing and comforting.

I started my mission to uncover who he is by going through the folders on the desk. I've been searching but it seemed like everything was business related.

If I could get something relating to dad's deal with him, I might be able to save myself from him.

That intensified the fire in me, after going through several files, I saw this leather folder amidst other files. I picked it up with the same intention and I opened the pages.

On searching, something slipped out. It seemed to be a picture. It fell on the floor. I bend to pick it up, then my head hits something.

I picked up the pain and then started wincing. As I winced I turned over the picture.

And

It turned out to be a picture of me.

What?

Immediately, the picture slipped out of my hand and fell back on the floor.

I was left stunned for a few minutes before my mind told me to do more. I picked up the folder again and flipped through pages. Right at the middle page was my name encrypted on it.

'NATALIE BENNETT FULL BACKGROUND'

I didn't know what came over me, I just had to read through it to know what else this man knew about me. Who would invest so much time on someone who was sold to him?

My school records. Hospital visits. Even text message screenshots.

My breath caught, at the very end was a photo of me again.

The picture was blurry, but unmistakably me asleep in my bed.

This guy has gone crazy.

I dropped the file.

He's not the only crazy one now. He has turned me into a crazy person as well.

I just want to know more. What else does he know about him and what is he hiding?

The first place that came to my mind was the drawers attached to the table. The one I had hit my head with.

I pulled it open, and just like it had been waiting for me to come, I saw it.

I knew those files and papers are used for business related issues.

I started bringing out those papers, it got to a stage that I started counting all over again.

I counted up to 10 and then more. My jaw dropped.

He's not a broke Billionaire. At this rate, he's a trillionaire!

I just stepped into a beautiful world filled with lies with my trillionaire.