The Billionaire's Temporary Wife {*Completed*}

Chapter 1: Zoey

Chapter 1: Zoey

I didn't even have time to look at myself in the mirror after my bath as I dashed down the old concrete stairs of my apartment building. Hell, I didn't even have time to properly towel dry myself when the call from my neighbor, Mrs. Hodges, had come.

My hair was still wet and was sticking to the back of my green shirt, in a way which was quite irritating to me. I loved my long hair but hated the fact that it was so thick. My hair takes ages to dry off. Not to mention, I hadn't even properly put on my shoes and was in great danger of tripping, falling, and breaking my neck on the spiral stairs, in that specific order.

Shoes? What the hell am I talking about?

As of this moment, I wasn't even sure I was wearing these clothes the right way or not.

Did that knowledge register in my mind? Yes.

But did I care? No.

My main concern and top priority was the young woman outside the building.

I panted a bit as I burst through the doors and stared in absolute shock at the scene on the pavement in front of me. Mrs. Hodges, my aged neighbor caught my eye from where she was standing and smirked, trying to keep in her laugh. Admittedly, I was too.

It was comical, really.

The 21-year-old red-head was clinging to the back of a much larger man, with tattoos up his arms who was trying to get her off via any means possible. He was swaying side to side, trying to throw off the grey-eyed Koala, but in vain.

I observed the sight in front of me to see that now the woman was clutching the man by his neck with one hand, effectively blocking his windpipe and hitting him in the back with her free one, screaming, "Die! Die! Die!"

God, my best-friend was so extra.

Thinking that my ex-boyfriend had had enough, I called the Koala by her name. "Veronica!"

Her steel-grey eyes fixed on me over his hand and shot me a toothy grin. I would have returned the gesture, if I had not seen the underlying anger and ferociousness in her eyes. She looked like one of those girls who you would find at a shop with a flash-sale going on.

Ready to commit murder.

I gulped, slightly scared of her in the moment but I knew I had to stop her, even though I was at my wit's end. Even if it meant risking my life. Oh, the things I do for humanity.

"Get down! What are you doing?" I screamed as more people surrounded us to see what was going on. My cheeks burned when I saw a couple of people recording this as well.

Veronica, or Ronnie, as she liked to be called, jumped off his back with remarkable agility. I watched as she took a step towards me but was grabbed by the forearm by the man she was climbing on earlier and was forcefully spun around to face him.

My eyes widened in horror as I saw my ex raise a hand, ready to slap her. Experience had taught me that his slaps hurt. The unprovoked abuse was a part of the reason we had broken up.

But in that moment, I could do nothing apart from screaming her name and running towards her, afraid of the aftermath. "Ronnie!" I watched as his hand came down. I was too far away. It was too fast for me to stop. All I could do was watch.

A breath of relief escaped me as another hand gripped the one in motion and stopped it from colliding with Ronnie's cheek.

I thanked the gods silently when I saw Officer Hodges holding the guy's hand and using the force in his old-but-still-fit policeman's body, he twisted the guy's body and shoved the other male to the hood of the nearest car, which was mine, classic policeman-style, a move which you only see in movies.