All Chapters of A License To Kill My Husband : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Back in the bathroom, Esmeralda could not recall anything that had happened the previous night no matter how hard she tried to. She fainted in the bar, yes, but apart from that, there was nothing else she could recall. Nothing peculiar. Not even of the pervert undressing her or having his way with her while she was drunk. Perhaps that was because he drugged her? Perhaps after she had fainted or before she did. It wouldn't be hard for a man of his caliber to get his wishes done. And for even a meagre sum of money, the bartender wouldn't mind adding drugs to the vodka he had sold to her. "But be honest Esmeralda, wasn't that the reason why you came here?" An inner voice told her. "Why I came here?" She repeated. She didn't come there for that. She just came to see Francis. No, not exactly to see him because there was no use of seeing someone who didn't know her. But on the contrary, he had called her by her name which meant that he knew whom she was. Perhaps, or perhaps not. A

Francis walked towards the exit of his living room. He was utterly lost. Whoever it was making those loud and thudding noises at his gate. Esmeralda paused as well. She could tell something was wrong and off. Francis was in front of his exit, the exact place his workers had said that he didn't reach whenever he was in his robe and not dressed. Francis was reported to be a man of his word, so if he had fallen his own words, something was definitely up. "You can come back in if you are scared. I'll take you home later if you want" he said to her. Esmeralda smirked and stepped right inside her car. She had just come back from the dead. What was there fore her to be fearful of?Besides, he was the last person she would take help from. Who knew whether he was being cheeky with her with what he had said or trying to look for ways to irritate her again. He just seemed like one. A playboy A flirt. How could she have thought to use that man to teach her husband a lesson from the onst

Jared didn't expect that Esmeralda would be able to get the car to start when he heard the engine noises. He turned towards her direction, no longer interested in the banter he had been having with Francis. Whereas Esmeralda was seething with rage. She let the silence consume her as she gripped the wheels of the steering, embarrassment washing all over her once again.That she was married to a man who was openly boasting about his multiple betrayals even while in her presence like it was a badge of honor? Like something he should be appraised and applauded for?"Esmeralda open the doors!" Jared began again, this time closer to the car as his fists pounded on the door.Esmeralda sneered. How meticulous he was in doing so gently for fear of damaging his thirty billion dollar worth luxury car but when it had come to handling her and her heart, he had treated her in the most shittiest way possible. One she would never even in her wildest dreams ever treat herself in a manner of, despit

A young man was walking into an empty room with a glass in his hands. He wore a tight condom pant and was shirtless. Probably a stripper. Esmeralda believed. It was just strippers who dressed that way around here. She walked after him, following him closely. She had noticed that each of the former ones she had found before were claimed by the first woman or man to enter the room with them. And although some took in more people, once they closed the door behind them, there was no acceptance again. So Esmeralda hastened her steps behind him to be the first. She did arrive first but a second man dressed up walked into the room as well. Her nostrils flared as she awaited him to leave the room. She came in first, so he had to respect the fact that she came first. Strings of thought filled her mind as she awaited him to leave. But the man didn't even budge an inch. What was he thinking? That she would allow him touch her or what? The stripper didn't say anything to keep the man

A punch had landed on his face and Esmeralda had stared surprisingly at who did. She didn't expect that someone would come in, neither had she noticed. Turning her head, she discovered it to be Jared. And although she was grateful that someone had saved her, she didn't expect it to be himAnd as she didn't, she loathed the fact that he was the one that came to her aid. Why was he following her wherever she went? Those were the first questions that came to her mind immediately she saw his face. As if that was not enough, he was still meddling in her affairs, uninvited. "What are you doing here?" She asked him coldly, unable to contain her anger and contempt. Memories of the words she has heard him say before came flooding her head. And although he had been saying the truth or even dissing her husband in the argument he caused to help her, she felt her privacy being invaded. And yet, instead of giving her space, he still found her down to this bar she had come to, to chill off.