You Can Run But You Can't Hide My Contractual Wife

Chapter 484: It's Magic

Meanwhile, Mark was escaping with Bill.

He was assisting him in his car's direction with all the gunshots heard inside with Greta fighting with the

Senator's men.

They were in a hurry.

"Arabella… save Arabella…" Bill was still weak but he managed to utter these words.

"But your wounds... we need to go to a doctor," Mark refuted.

Blood continuously dripped on Bill's forehead.

"No! This is nothing. We go to Arabella now..." Bill exclaimed with a strong determination but with a

fragile voice.

Mark was lost for a while.

He couldn't believe that Bill Sky was risking his precious multi-billion life for a girl.

Arabella Jones was magic.

She completely changed the arrogant Bill Sky.

Mark had studied his brother's romances and he knew it was awful.

Very awful...

But from what he was hearing now, he completely understood that his brother was in love.

Truly, there was magic in this change.

An impossible made possible by just one woman.

From an arrogant playboy not to mention a demanding one who always had a contract prepared for

each woman he touched.

He always had high standards and requirements.

One woman for a night and no repetition.

That was an advantage of a good-looking billionaire.

It was crazy but Bill Sky could do that.

The only Bill Sky... now, hooked up with one woman, Arabella Jones.

"No worries, brother. We will go there now." Mark quickly answered to support Bill.

Then without any moment of delay, he fired someone who tried to block their way.

The man fell to the ground.

Mark quickly went to the man and stepped on his wounded knees.

"Where is the senator now?!" He asked firmly while pressing the man's wounded knee.

"Ahhh!!!" The man shouted in pain. "In the… in the square city. Block 15 lot A warehouse…" He had no

choice but to tell Mark otherwise he would die in pain.

Upon hearing the address, Mark didn't spare to kill the man instead, he kicked his gun away then he

left with Bill in a hurry.

Back in Trishia's warehouse, the air was freezing cold and the suspense was surging.

Killing a father by his own blood daughter was merely a great revenge.

Halted in full, Hanna was in a daze.

With her intense anger toward him, could she really kill him?

The opportunity was already in front of her.

There was a time, she really wanted to kill him, especially when her mother died and the only person

she blamed for all of that was the old senator but it was just in her mind and part of her anger toward

him.

She resented him all her life and that was the main reason why she didn't want to accept any help

coming from the senator.

She didn't want him in her life as she was the one who replaced his role in the family.

With all hardships and struggles, she managed to survive.

So there was no reason for her to accept him as her father.

She was used to having self-sustained life and no matter what she could pull off anything together to

survive and would not go and ask for help from her father.

But the big question in Hanna's mind right now was, can she really kill him?

Would her anger vanish if he is dead?

If she is going to pull the trigger on her father, would she be definitely free from her anger toward him?

If he died in her hand, would that make her happy?

Hanna's lips were trembling soundlessly.

She didn't know what to do.

With all the questions she had in mind, there was a definite answer.

It is a big "NO."

Whatever he did to her mother and to his family, Hanna could not kill him.

Even if it was too awful, unforgivable, and worst, she could not kill her father.

She could just forget him that he existed in her life just what she was used to doing but it never

appeared to her to truly kill him.

But what about her baby?

There was a gun pointing at her belly.

This scared her the most.

Trishia was insane and she could pull the trigger without any reason at all.

Her baby would die because of Trishia's misconduct and there is no way she would allow that to

happen.

"What now, Hanna? Your father or your baby?" The nozzle of Trishia's gun caressed her Belly which

made her quickly back to her senses.

With a trembling hand, slowly, Hanna got the gun from Trishia.

She could feel all her cold sweats coming out.

Her tiny hair lifted and she could not hold her nervousness crazily running all over her body.

She was left with no choice.

She had to kill someone in order to save someone.

And she was choosing her baby over her father.

It was indefinite but it was the most likely choice she had.

"Oh… that's what I like about it! That's my girl. You are making the right decision, Hanna. Kill that

wicked man. Listen to your anger. It is bursting, right? That man left you and your mother to death. That

man should disappear from this world so we can live freely. Right? Come on, pull the trigger now." With

a provoking tone, Trishia was uttering very near her ear.

Obviously, she was putting wood in the fire to flare up and rubbing salt into a wound that could not be

healed even after a very long time. So much more, Trishia was igniting the hatred in Hanna's heart

toward her father so she could pull the trigger.

"You are wrong…." Hanna replied in a soft voice but a determined one. "You are absolutely wrong."

She repeated gritting her teeth. "Trishia, innocent people can only live freely if all wicked people will

vanish from this earth and that includes you…" Mustering her courage to talk back, Hanna held the gun

firmly.

She could kill her dad who was still walking trying to see things clearly in front of them.

Trishia was too clever to put her in a blind high spot.

They could see him but the old man could not.

Judging from his movement, he was angry.

So much anger in him that he kept on kicking all the distractions in his way.

A pile of boxes, medium size containers, and a big bucket of water.

He was yelling out loud and cursing Trishia non-stopped with his big firearm in his right hand while the

other was his cane.

Surely, he had the intention to kill Trishia tonight.

He had a lot of chances to kill her but spared her as he found Trishia useful as a distraction.

She was good at distracting people and making them crazy.

Plus, the more villains the more fun.

Bill Sky would not be able to trace him easily with Trishia Meyer around.

"Hypocrite!" Trishia roared in silence. "You want to die, instead?" Admittedly, she didn't expect Hanna

to be a tough one as she already put her in a difficult situation but still, she still had a tongue as

sharpest as a blade that just pierced her ego.

With a perplexed face, Trishia was gnashing her teeth trying to control herself not to ruin a good show.

She really wanted to see the father and the daughter killing each other.

She wanted to see the old man's expression when his only beloved daughter shot him.

She really wanted to see his eyes full of surprise and horrified.

Then she would laugh at him.

The loudest laugh she could ever make.

That was the price he had to pay for killing her mother and for humiliating her a thousand times.

Aside from that for making her feel worthless.

Trishia could not wait for that to happen.

Her plan, the show, tonight was a victorious one.

All her men were deployed around the warehouse assuring that no other guests were going to barge

inside excluding the invited ones. Trishia was on the rooftop of the warehouse seeing the senator

coming alone.

She was impressed with him.

It unexpectedly surpassed her expectation.

The senator was always surrounded by his men wherever he go but tonight, he was alone.

He was ready to face her alone.

Trishia didn't know if she was going to compliment him or if she was going to resent him again for

belittling her capabilities.

Did he think that she was very easy to kill?

Obviously, the senator underestimated her as he always does.

With her thoughts, Trishia was like a fire flaring up like it could burn everything it passes.

"Kill your father now or I will kill your baby!!!" Trishia shouted angrily while her gun dug into her belly.

In just the next second a loud gunshot was heard.

Hanna pulled the trigger pointing in her father's direction.

The next gunshot was heard but it was not coming from Hanna but from the senator.

It was followed by another gunshot and another.

Obviously, the senator wasn't hurt by Hanna.

Judging from his redundant fire release, he was anticipating that the person who shot him was Trishia.

He fired in the direction where the first bullet came from.

He fired a lot to assure that he hit the target even without seeing the person.

"Trishia!!!! Die Trishia! Die!!!" Along with his gunshots, the senator roared angrily.

He could not lose this chance to kill her.

Trishia was already a pain in his ass and needed to disappear in his way.

Plus, he touched his daughter.

How dare her to touch his daughter?

She really had the guts to do so.

It just meant, she was not afraid of him.

So, now, he was going to teach her a lesson that she would bring to her death.

No one could touch his beloved daughter.

The senator was a freak and became freaked when it comes to Hanna.

She was his descendant.

Of all he had now, the life he had now, and the past life he gave up just to have the abundant life he

had now, all were going to be Hanna.

Sen. Meyer was well aware of what he had done in the past.

He knew he had things to do to get Hanna.

Hanna is the only family he had.

He was greedy but Hanna was his treasure.

She had the beautiful face of her mother and she reminded him of his late ex-wife, Margaret.

He was in love with her before even until now, he could not deny the fact that he was still thinking of

Margaret in his spare time.

At those moments, he needed some alcohol to pacify his guilt and remorse.

Poverty was the main reason he had to leave his poor family.

He met Alice and he did everything to make her a special girl until she accepted his marriage proposal.

Now that he had everything, Sen. Meyer could not deny the fact that he was at his happiest when he

was in his poor family.

It was just his big ego that didn't want to accept that he made a wrong decision.

Now that he had money and power, he had men. He was a leader of a big syndicate and these were

part of his life now.

He could not back out as he already had an image to preserve.

All he wanted now was Hanna.

His only daughter.

If he got her, his guilt would be pacified.

He would do anything to make her happy on his side and give her anything that he had.

The life that he truly wanted to give to his late wife and his daughter but it was too late.

Margaret died and now his daughter didn't want him to be part of her life but of course, he would not

surrender just like that.

He believed that Hanna would sooner come to her senses and come to him.

The senator was waiting for that to happen and of course, he was excited for that to happen.

There was only one thing he wished for from her and he couldn't wait for that time to come.

The time when Hanna calls him, "dad."

"Dad…" In just a quick moment, the senator was brought to his senses. It was Hanna's voice and he

could not be mistaken. It was so unbelievable that he just heard her calling him that word but…

Sen. Meyer stood up. There was something terrible and he could fully sense it. With his firearm ready,

he strode following Hanna's voice direction.

"Hanna! Hanna, my daughter… where are you? I'm here. Daddy is here, baby. Where are you?" The

senator was sounding so frantic while he kept his steps moving in one direction.

The senator followed his witty instinct as it never failed him.

He was the mastermind of all illegal activities in the city and he was born for it. This Trishia's scheme

was nothing to him.

"Trishia, if I got my daughter, you are dead meat!" He murmured angrily while moving in a direction. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

"Hanna? Baby? Say something, please… Daddy… daddy is here. Don't be scared. I'm going to protect

you. You will be safe." The senator sounded so confident about saving his only daughter and he was

not going to die tonight.

Unlike him, he knew Hanna was not used to this kind so he needed to calm his daughter.

At this point, Hanna should trust him in order for him to save her.

After a while, the senator halted a bit.

He was listening deeply but he could not hear any sound.

Suddenly, someone fired a gun again at him.

Good thing, his senses never failed him too.

With his strong and determined instinct, he fired back again and again.

"No one could mess up with me, Trishia!" He shouted angrily after the gunshot faded.

"Dad…" He heard Hanna's weak voice again.

With his heart sounding like a loud drum, the senator stood up and walk following Hanna's voice

direction.

Then the senator made a full stop.

His narrow eyes widened in an instant as he unknowingly released his gun and was dropped to the

floor.

"My… my… daugh… ter…" He could barely utter his words. It seemed it was so hard for him to speak

one word.

His teeth were clenched so hard as well as his fist.

"Hanna!!!" Suddenly, Sen. Meyer cried like a wolf in the night.

His voice resonated in the whole ground.