His little wife [Editing]

chapter 12

At Cole's residence….

Matthew sat rooted to the same spot, after witnessing the aftermath of the massacre that had occurred in his once peaceful mansion.

The screams, to the crys, to the pleas, and even the shrieks of his workers all hunt him like a ghost.

He kept reminiscing everything in his head.

Not even his bodyguards were spared from this brutal killing. If only he had known what he was getting himself to.

He finally stood up and dragged his feet to move. His once glittering white skin, now sickly pale and wrinkled with fear.

He moved slowly to the kitchen. He needed a glass of water to drink. He needed to calm himself.

The sight he beheld in the kitchen, was gruesome.

Apparently, most of the maids had planned for an escape through the back door. Unfortunately, for them, the gun men had discovered and caught up to them, and had a shooting spree in here.

So much blood, so much dead bodies. Never in his life, had he seen a sight like this.

Bodies, all mangled up and shot beyond recognition. He felt a large bile forming at the back of his throat.

He rushed to the nearest sink, and deposited all the contents in his stomach into the sink.

'How? How am I going to explain this to the cops. Or worst, their families?' he thought.

Tears were begining to form in his eyes and threatening to spill.

Regret, confusion, self hate, and guilt were his feelings. And Matilda?

He felt the worst and the thought of his wife. What could they possibly be doing to his wife?

He knew that Kyle was not done with him yet. This was only the beginning of his sufferings, but still…his wife.

He had never admitted it, but he had always adored Matilda. He loved her but, he would never tell her this.

To say, he was the one who proposed the marriage between his family and hers.

When he first caught sight of her at an art gala, twenty five years ago, he was smitten by her beauty and composure.

He had tried to gain her attention, but luck was not in his favour. She was already in love with a young man at that time. And because of that, she never batt an eye twice at any man.

She was so young back then, but every young man wanted to have her. And in his greed, he brought up the idea to his parents. To them, it was a business marriage. But to him, he knew more.

After throwing up in the sink, he walked back to the living room and sat down on the chair. Even his living room was not spared from the killings as, bodies lay here and there.

Sulking, he ran his hands over his teary face. His thoughts were all jumbled and messy but that did not stop him from hating himself.

These people were killed for no reason. They had no idea what was coming for them. They were innocent of this unfortunate event.

The only mistake they ever made was working for him. Tears trinckled down his cheeks. He had innocent blood in his hands. He was also a murderer.

He was suddenly interrupted by the constant ringing of his phone. Angrily picking the call, he failed to glance at the caller's name.

"Yes?!" His voice came out rapsy, hoarse and demanding.