Wife for Hire

Chapter 36

Denver’s POV

Shit, he found us.

My chest began to tighten; fear held its grip around my lungs.

“Denver…” She gazed at my shaking hands. “Are you—“ Then I kissed her, as if it would be my last.

“Denver you’re panicking! I’ll call the—“

“If you call them, I don’t think that we’ll be able to live until the next day.”

“At least we call them.” Wisdom is determined. I cannot see a hint of panic in her eyes. Or maybe she’s just hiding it.

“Wisdom…” I’m now breathing irregularly, fingers still trembling. “I’m just gonna grab my calming teddy.”

“Your calming teddy?” she scowled.

“My inhaler.” Then I sprinted outside the master bedroom. I secretly pushed the emergency button in the wall before I went outside that automatically notified the nearest police station of our current situation.

I went downstairs, careful to not go closer to the main door in case he’s already inside. I tried to remember where I last put my inhaler.

I was about to go to the kitchen when the mirror by the threshold of the kitchen tells me to run the other way around. The man is already looking out by the window from the outside.

I don’t know if he saw me or what but I’m gonna grab my inhaler or my anxiety will not cease.

“I’m gonna try the pool,” I whispered to myself.

My inhaler is indeed by the poolside table. I grab it and put it in my mouth, making my lungs escape from panic’s hands. I relaxed for a minute, breathing easily as long as I could.

This is all my fault. Perhaps he’s one of the men that I had a fight with at the bar and still have a year-long grudge towards me. I am the one to be blamed for all of this. And I even dragged Wisdom in my mess—

“Wisdom!” I tried to dash towards her when my feet hit something and the last thing that registered in my mind was the splashing of the waters in the pool.

***

Wisdom’s POV

A day ago…

A message from the same stalker that threatened us appeared on my phone. It was a picture of a man fully dressed in black just within the wedding reception. He’s probably hiding in the garden because the background says so.

I lifted my head and roamed my eyes around. My gut is right. He’s at my wedding. And God knows what mayhem he shall bring or has already unleashed.

I was about to turn around and went inside. But I caught in the corner of my eye that his mouth formed into a smile, a mocking shit of a grin.

And from that moment, I found out what real fear is like— as if you are standing on a thread that will break any minute and you fall in the pit of a volcano. That's what it is.

“Breathe, Wisdom. Breathe,” that was all I whispered to myself.

***

Present…

“Breathe, Wisdom. Breathe.” That was what my mind automatically whispered when Denver did not return for ten minutes.

My throat bobbed. Beads of sweat start to cascade from my face. My heart’s throbbing can be heard from a few miles away. I am brimming with anxiety that makes me drown in the ocean of madness.

“Maybe I should get out.” Yes, that was a wrong decision of mine. And a wrong move in this game of life and death.

The stalker is probably smirking all the way when he sees us like trembling mice that were cornered by a venomous viper.

I can’t just cower in our bedroom and wait for dusk. I will not just hide in my shell like I used to do. If something happens to Denver… “Please, God. Just spare us for this last time,” I prayed like I never recited an invocation before.

I walked towards the outside of the bedroom as slowly and carefully as I could. I even walked barefoot to refrain from making sounds from my footwear.

I put Denver’s phone in mute and, since the doors and light of this lavish house are controlled via his phone, I automatically locked the doors. All of the glass windows and glass doors are bulletproof and shatterproof so I can secure the whole house from that devil in black.

I continued to walk, passing the living room where we had sex last night.

I approached the kitchen. It’s empty. Good. I grabbed a cutting knife, wrapped it in a white cloth and inserted it in my front pocket.

The light is a bit blinding so I ducked and crawled towards the indoor swimming pool, where Denver and I had first made love upon arriving here in the Chateau by the Sea, his seaside mansion.

I do not hide the fact that I am panicking but freaking out in this life-and-death situation will do no good.

‘Who is that psycho stalker? Why is he dying to eliminate us?’ I pondered, listing names and recalling men that could be the possible perpetrator.

But when it comes to wicked men, I can only come up with one name and that is—A loud splash interrupted my thoughts and I goddamn shook the fear out of my hands and feet that it couldn’t be Denver. But it was only the two of us here in Chateau by the Sea. The caretakers are on vacation and I am positive that it wasn’t them who fell in the water. “It’s coming from the indoor pool,” I realized.

Still in my subtle walking-but-crawling position, I approached the pool. Hiding in one of the furniture, I peeked at the pool to see who was in the water.

It was Denver. “Denver!” I accidentally let out a shrill but I immediately covered my mouth. I touched the water and it was cold. Very cold. Stained with blood. The edges around the pool were wet and I guessed he must have fallen into it accidentally.

I was about to go to the water when I spotted his inhaler and I just realized now that, though Denver looks healthy on the outside, he wasn’t really how healthy I thought he was on the inside.

“Oh poor Denver…” I managed to get him out of the water and perform CPR. Glad that I once had an ex-boyfriend who was a medical practitioner before I got married to Richard, my ex-husband.

I heard a vase falling behind me. It took me a second to realize that what I had done earlier was wrong, utterly wrong that put us on the cliff.

The devil in black is already here, standing by the door of the maid’s quarters. And since I locked all the doors via Denver’s phone and it can only be unlocked through his fingerprint, I have brought us into hell.

We are trapped. And heaven knows how many more minutes we have before we depart towards it.

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