Triumph Of My Cheating Husband

Chapter151

ELSIE

The good thing about me is the fact that I'm never in rush to execute the evil I had hidden in my mind. If anyone should ask Ciara what the problem was, I'm very sure she would not be able to drop an answer, because she couldn't even tell she was being kidnapped when my men picked her up at the hospital.

Well, that's because they brought her home to meet me at the poolside, and talk to me as though she was still in charge of both herself and her house.

Of course, she is in charge of her house, and one other thing I need, but not her body, because she had been caged up here in her own house.

I made her Sunday toast, and took it up her room where she was. The boys were such wicked creatures that did not bother to chain her up in bed.

The chained her up on the floor. That wasn't what I told them, but that' the good thing they can ever do to a little girl who got my husband killed for doing away with her goddamned parents.

She is in charge of one otherthing though, and that's why I must botherto be nice to her, though I was sure she doesn't deserve being served some food, so she wouldn't starve to death.

"Ciara." I said with a calm motherly voice.

I usually called her that way in those days when I came with my pretense and worn her heart without fighting over it.

She looked up at me like a Joseph casted into the cave by his own brothers who he thought should be protecting him.

I don't give a damn what pain was in those eyes, and what her lips had to say. All I know is this; I'm playing my games right, just the way she played hers and got rid of her uncles and enemies.

She is my niece, and my enemy, and I want to get her out of the way, but in a different manner. I want money, so much from her bank accounts.

"You heartless wretch. Get these chains off my hands and my legs." She commanded.

I guess hardship from an early age made her touch, such that she really finds it easy to command even her adversely.

Come on, I'm her aunt, and an elder to her, so, I don't think she should ever make such commands at me, because I'm not a weak demon she could just get rid of by asking it to go.

"I brought your food." I said and laid the trey of food down on the floor.

I don't think she had experienced having her breakfast on the floor. Well, if she hadn't, then she would try it out today, and add it to her least of life time experiences.

"I didn't ask for food, Aunt. Get this thing off my hand!" she roared.

I had never heard her roar as loud as a lion sick in the head.

"Under one condition, dear." I sat before her, facing her face.

Her eyes brightened as those words met her ears. I knew she was such a desperate person, and she would do anything to have herfreedom if it was seized.

That was why I made kidnapping her and keeping her hostage in her house a contingency plan which I would implement if I fail to kidnap Ryan and Herzl.

I smiled and raised my eyebrows in a way that meant 'should I go on?'

She shook her head and I exhaled, touching her shoulder as I did so. I wasn't being harsh on her, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't treat her like an enemy if she fails to grand my wish right here, right now.

"I want money." I said with a smile.

I always knew I was such a heartless devil wouldn't go bad on her victims until they go bad with her. That's if I'm not worse than the devil.

"Is that why you chained me up? I've done so much for you."

"I fucking don't care, you damn daughter of a slutty asshole!" I shouted into herears.

I hate it when people test my patience, and that's exactly what she was doing at the moment. She was tugging at the tip of my clothes.

"I brought you..."

I retorted with a slap, instead of words, and she gasped in pain.

The last thing I had in mind was to have her lobbied over what I could just get by getting herface bruised with slaps, and her body warmed with a few lashes of whip.

"I need money, just make a quick transfer, and stop talking, or, I would hoist the red flag and make you regret for wasting my time."

I took her phone from the bed where it was lying, and tossed it at her.

"Money, that's what I asked for." I repeated for the sake of making it clearto her, that I had seized her for nothing but just money.

She accepted the phone and looked me in the eye.

"How much do you want?"

"Twenty million, lady, do it."

Her eyebrows creased.

Maybe twenty is too much, but she has it, and she must give it to me or she would be made another history, just like her parents who are now a pile of the past, resting in deep graves somewhere I don't know.

"But..."

"Shut up, just get the shit done, baby." I touched her head.

It's good to make slaves feel good when you want them to go far from their wits to get you what they can't just afford that easily.

She shook her head and lowered her gaze to the phone. She was going to make the bank transfer right away, to save her head from the trouble she would toss herself into off she dared ask anymore unnecessary questions.

"I've done it." She said, and I stood up.

"I would tell the boys to come and set you free, once I get to the airport." I tapped her shoulder, and went off.