Bargain Bride: The Billionaire’s Forced Wife

THE JANITRESS who planted the illegal drug inside the Vitali building was caught within a day. She was found packing up her things in her apartment when the authorities arrived.

At first, the janitress tried to put up a fight and ran from the authorities, but every exit was blocked by them, leaving her no chance to escape. In the end, she surrendered and followed them to the police station.

“Is that you?” the interrogator asked the janitress while playing the footage they retrieved from the conference room. She wanted to shake her head and deny, but her face was clear in the video.

“Yes,” she answered briefly, not looking at the man in front of him but on the monitor instead.

The interrogator wrote down something on his paper. “Why did you do it?” he asked. “Did someone ordered you to plant that drug? Or did you act by yourself?”

“Someone told me to do that,” she answered before biting the insides of her cheek.

She was torn between telling the truth and revealing the mastermind, and, keeping her silence and suffer with the punishment alone. She didn’t expect that the authorities will find the bag and her quick.

The janitress planned to escape within the same day she planted the drug, but she received a call, stating that they will triple the payment if she will stay until the end of the week.

She did it, thinking that she can get more money for her. However, she didn’t expect that it will put her in danger.

“Who is this someone?” the policeman asked.

The temperature inside the interrogation room was low, which is cold enough to comfort a person, but not cold enough to make them shiver. Despite the low temperature, the janitress’ hands were sweating, and she can feel her entire body heating up as her blood pressure rise.

She was still contemplating between her choices. Neither of those choices will be good for her, nor will put her out of prison.

Suddenly, an idea formed in her mind. “It was Signor Vitali,” she answered, pinning Ezio. The man who ordered her wanted to slander the reputation of the Vitalis, and for her, throwing his name is the best choice.

“Signor Vitali asked you to plant an illegal drug inside his own building?” the interrogator chuckled with sarcasm. “You think we, the police, will buy your statement?”

She looked at him with confidence even though her heart was beating fast and loud because of nervousness. “That’s the truth. Signor Vitali cannot find a place to hide his drugs, so he asked me to hide it in the conference room,” she rebutted.

“From the way you placed the bag of methamphetamine, it doesn’t looked like you tried to hide it, ” he argued before showing photos of the bag under the closet. “If you were really tasked ti hide it, shouldn’t you put it inside the closet? Instead, you chose a place where it is exposed, but cannot be easily found by others. Your statement has a lot of loopholes.”

Even though she was presented by a fact, the janitress didn’t back down. At the back of her mind, she was thinking that the man will help her out of the prison, since she did a good job by framing Ezio and pinning him more to the police.

“I am telling the truth. It was Signor Ezio who owned that bag of illegal drug,” she reiterated to the police.

The police sighed and leaned to his chair. “A strand of hair was found inside the bag of methamphetamine,” he spoke, earning a wide eye from the janitress. “After a few days, we will check who the owner of the hair is. Let’s see if it’s yours or from the person you worked for.”

The janitress panicked. She is sure that there is no traces inside and outside of the bag. She meticulously checked it before planting it in the conference room.

“How come they found a hair in it?” she thought to herself. “Did I missed it? Have I been careless?”

If the police found who owned the hair, and it turned out to be the mastermind, then she will surely rot in prison!

Before she could convince the authorities that it was really Ezio, she put back in her cell, where she will spend the next days, months, or even years of her life.

AFTER A FEW DAYS, the result of the investigation came. Outside the Russo’s residence, police were scattered and waiting for their superior’s signal. Onlookers can’t help but to be curious on what’s happening, on why police where knocking outside the Russo’s house.

Just a few knocks and the door of the residence opened. Simone was shocked to see the policemen scattered outside his house.

“Sir,” he called the leader of the police. “Is there anything I can do to help you?”

The policeman showed a piece of paper to him. “You’re under arrest for possession of illegal drugs and false accusation,” he cuffed the hands of the shocked suspect. “Everything you will say can be used against you in the court. You have the right to have your lawyer, and if ever you don’t have capability, the government will provide you one to defend yourself.”

“Wait,” Simone looked shocked while the police was arresting him. “What? I didn’t do anything!”

The police dragged him out of his house, but he was persistent. He grabbed the side of the door and pulled himself away from the police’s grip.

“I don’t have any illegal drug!” he screamed and defended himself. “I didn’t accused anyone! I was in my house for the past week! I didn’t do anything!”

He kept on defending himself, stating that he didn’t do anything illegal, but the authorities won’t listen. The warrant of arrest is enough for them to get and bring him to the police station.

“Come with us, then defend yourself afterwards,” the police firmly said before signalling some of his men to help him pull Simone out.

“No! I won’t come with you!” he shouted while trying to escape. He kicked the police’s foot and tried to ran to the backdoor of the house.

Unfortunately for him, three policemen were waiting on the other exit, blocking his way. He was sweating and trashing to the police, telling them to go away and listen to him.

“Alessandra!” he shouted his soon to be ex-wife’s name, asking for help. “Help me! Tell them I’m innocent!”

He kept on shouting Alessandra’s name, while escaping the grip of the police. When they got a hold of Simone, he began kicking his feet and using his cuffed hands to hit the authorities.

While he was trying to escape, a door from a bed room opened slowly. It caught the authorities’ attention and Simone looked hopeful.

“Alessandra,” he spoke. “Help me. I’m innocent, right? You know that.”

When the woman behind the door stepped outside, the policemen including Simone were shocked by her appearance.

Just minutes earlier before the authorities arrived, Alessandra looked bold and arrogant. They were having a discussion about the divorce, and Alessandra arrived looking like a wife of an aristocrat.

But now, Alessandra looked beaten up. Her cheeks are red, probably from being slapped. She has wounds and scratches on her face. Her upper lip is swollen and bleeding.

Overall, Alessandra looked like she was abused physically, earning a glare from the authorities and a confused look from Simone.

Alessandra opened her mouth to speak. “Help me,” she pleaded with a weak voice. Suddenly, she fell on her knees. Two policemen caught her before she reached the ground.

She pointed to Simone slowly. “He’s hurting me. Help. Please. ”

Alessandra looked like a damsel in distress. She looked weak in the eyes of the people around her. The evidence of physical abuse is enough for the police to add another case on Simone.

They dragged Simone outside while the others were helping Alessandra. Simone looked back inside his house, shocked and confused why Alessandra looked like that.

“She’s pretending!” he shouted to the police while moving himself to escape from their grip. “I didn’t hurt her! I’m innocent! Help!”

The police didn’t listen and threw him inside the police car. He kept on screaming and screaming, but those were useless. Evidence were already in their hands, and the authorities are just waiting for them to arrive at the station.

AFTER A HALF AN HOUR, Simone was being dragged to the station’s office to meet the chief. Right now, he was still cuffed and wearing an orange shirt: a clothing for prisoners.

The moment he arrived at the office, a punch landed on his face, making him fall to the ground. He hasn’t recover from the shock and the pain, yet another punch hit his stomach.

He rolled over to protect himself, but it was useless as another punch landed on him.

“Bastard!” an old man’s voice screamed at him. “How dare you hurt my daughter! Go to hell!”

Simone received a kick from different people. He was alreadt coughing blood and he felt like he will pass out because of the pain. But just before his eyes went blackout, the police interfered.

Alessandra’s father was fuming mad while glaring at Simone. “If not for my daughter’s request, I wouldn’t let you marry her!” he screamed and spat on Simone. “Useless being! You even hurt my daughter who did nothing but to love you!”

Simone tried to open his eyes, and he saw Alessandra hiding in her mother’s embrace. She still looked beaten up.

Simone doesn’t know why she looked like that. He never lay his hand on her, well almost. But he never did that to her, and it made him confused.

“Did she do this to get back to me?” he asked himself and couldn’t help but chuckle. “She really wouldn’t let me go peacefully.”

He didn’t hear what the people around him are saying, but he heard words such as “abuse”, “sue”, “jail”, and ” bastard” from Alessandra’s father.

Suddenly, Simone felt a strong pain from his stomach that he couldn’t help but to threw up blood. Before he could pass out, Simone saw a familiar figure from a far.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Ezio was standing with a grin, and Chiara, with a bandage on her leg. The two of them looked like they just won a huge battle.