I'll rip your heart out

Chapter One

Luxury POV

My name is Luxury so I deserve luxury and a big beautiful house and also a man who can please me, not someone who cares about his pleasure and not his wife's. I've been married for 1 and 1/2 years to my rich, incompetent, wife-beating husband. I should have killed him a year ago but that's too suspicious. He's completely healthy! Nothing is wrong with him until he started evicting people from their homes and repossessing a family's own company. Now he's evicted some deli in the town which was also that family's legacy and they are not happy. All of these people who he evicts or repossesses put him on a drinking binge and that's when he started getting violent with me like hitting me, kicking me, and burning me with his cigarettes or cigars. He wasn't always like this he was originally sweet and caring told he would 'take care of me until I died now' He's a drunk and a wife beater and his health is deteriorating due to his drinking and cocaine use. I should just poison his beer or put 100 percent real-proof alcohol and say he died from alcohol poisoning or I could mess with his coke like put powder bleach into it and make it look like his drug dealer screwed him over and gave him powder bleach instead of cocaine. Either of those might work but he had cameras all over this fucking house. I need to turn them off but that will get me beaten by him again. I need to do this, I can't live like this anymore. I can get his life insurance and I'll be free from his grip, his abuse, and his words.

I wish I never met him but since my parents died in a freak accident, I was alone but I had money. I was fine by myself but I need someone to tell me I'm doing a good job or that I'm drop dead gorgeous and that I could make Cleopatra jealous, I need a man to tell me all of this because my father wouldn't. I met him at a party around 3 years ago and he charmed me with his wit, looks, and brains. But six months ago that all turned to shit. His wit is gone, his looks are gone, and his brains are now programmed to drink, use drugs, beat me, repossess houses, and evict family-owned businesses. He's destroying my life, his life, and others' life. I'm done, I'm going to kill him tonight.

Later that night...

I'm outside looking for the power source for the cameras but trying not to turn off any of the precious devices that he treats better than me! I'm done with all of this, I can't find it, I'm fucked, I'm going to die here by the hands of him in a mansion in the middle of the woods then buried in the front yard. I finally found the power source and pulled the plug then all of a sudden the light turned off in the house. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" I freeze when I hear my husband yell "What the fuck did you do now, you worthless slut!" I don't know what came over me but ran into the woods to get away from him because he sounds like he was on coke. I keep running until I run into someone and fall over on top of them. I get up and look at him, he was tall and pale like 6'5' or 6'6 and he was buff and looked strong looking. He also had brown shoulder-length wavy hair with perfect stubble on his face and beautiful light brown eyes. I look at him and then asked.

"Who are you?"