Billionaire’s Pampered Wife

“If you dare to hurt her, I’ll divorce you. I’ll do it!” Suzi Shine yelled towards the door.

Hearing this, Stella Grace turned around towards Suzi. Her eyes were red and her fists clenched.

She saw helplessness and pity in Suzi’s eyes, but no anger or hatred.

The door was slammed shut.

Steven Milton’s subordinate gave her a blindfold.

A film of pitch-blackness covered her eyes.

She could not see anything as she was taken away.

She remained calm and went quietly

knowing it was useless to struggle;

she would only die faster.

Two hours later,

her blindfold was taken off.

There were walls all around, and there was only an iron door about one meter wide and two meters high.

There was no bed or bathroom, not even a bottle of water.

There was only a table and a chair.

On the ceiling, a 50-Watt light bulb gave off a faint glow.

A masked man put a few sheets of paper on the table. “If you want to live, copy according to the paper.”

Stella knew what was going on.

It was Steven Milton who kidnapped her.

She would not see the next sunrise if he not got what he wanted

“I request to see Jasper’s mother. Otherwise, I won’t listen to anything you say,” Stella said resolutely.

“You’re dead!” The man in the lead slapped Stella in the face.

She turned away and smirked. She glared directly at the masked man and said, “Do you think I might actually survive this? Since I’m dead either, why should I be afraid of you?”

He slapped her again.

Still, she refused to make a sound.

The leader was mad now and reached for his knife. He pressed Stella’s right hand on the table. “Do you want to write or not?” he threatened.

Stella just glared and pursed her lips. Her eyes were filled with determination and resentment,

piercing him like daggers.

The leader felt a chill in his heart, but he swooped the knife downwards.

Stella felt an excruciating pain overwhelming her,

They say the fingers were connected directly to the heart, and she was never more certain of it than at that moment.

Oh, the pain!

She pressed hard against the base of her little finger. The colour had drained from her face. Still, the look in her eyes remained trenchant.

The leader was shocked by Stella’s imposing manner.

Her stoic silence for deafening.

He went out to call in a report.

Stella slumped on the table, her forehead covered with cold sweat. She stared at the blood stains on the table.

She had a total of two romantic relationships.

The first had cast her away like a pair of worn out shoes and hurt her randomly until her heart ripped in pieces.

The next she loved but had to part with. She was on the verge of death; there could be no happy ending for her.

After all, she was always too weak to be respected or paid attention to. She was like a fish on the cutting board, ready to be slaughtered.

If she survived this , she had to get stronger.

The leader came back in, followed by two other masked men in white coats.

They stopped Stella’s bleeding, gave her an infusion, and did emergency treatment.

“Director Suzi will be here soon.” The leader growled.

Two hours later, she did.

Stella was lying face-down on the chair, asleep.

Suzi examined Stella’s right hand.

The little finger on her right hand was gone. It was already bandaged properly and the infusion was on.

“You have gone too far. Hurry up and prepare a bed, water, and 24-hour medical surveillance.” Suzi ordered.

“Yes ma’am.” The leader went out.

Stella groggily opened her eyes.

She had a fever and was dehydrated. Her face was abnormally red and her lips were cracked. She looked exhausted.

Suzi’s eyes swelled red. She held Stella’s hand and apologized, “I’m so sorry, Steven has been possessed by the devil. I really didn’t think he would let someone cut your little finger off.”

Stella sneered, pulled away her hand and leaned against the chair. She snarled weakly, “The two of you, playing good cop, bad cop. Truth is you’re both the same. If you want to save me, you have hundreds of ways to do so. Why pretend?”

Suzi furrowed her brows. She did not know what to say.

“No matter what, the damage has already been done. I hope I can make it up to you,” Suzi said.

“It’s not necessary to make up to me. I only hope to get out of here alive.” Stella said coldly, checking out Suzi’s expression.

“Don’t worry about that. I can guarantee you safe passage, but can you guarantee that you won’t betray us?” Suzi asked worriedly.

Stella smirked sarcastically, “Do you think that Jasper wouldn’t find out that you both who did this?”

“I know he can definitely find out, but he will understand our good intentions. I don’t believe that he will do anything to us.” Suzi was certain.

“So, even if I talked, no one will believe me and he won’t do anything to you. But I won’t see another sunrise. So it’s useless for me to talk,” Stella groaned exasperatedly.

“Go ahead and copy it. I promise you’ll walk out of here alive,” Suzi urged.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Stella stared daggers at Suzi. “I believe that you’re an emotional person.

You should understand that if I died because of you, Jasper would never forget me for the rest of his life.

Even if he didn’t retaliate, he still wouldn’t forgive you both for the rest of his life.

“But it’s different if I’m alive. Over time, quarrels, life, conflicts, and desperations, will wear out our feelings for each other, which are never deep at all.”

“I will let you live,” Suzi said firmly.

Stella felt that she had said everything that she could, so she picked up the pen.

Her hands were trembling, and her handwriting was crooked. She could not continue writing.

“That won’t do.” Suzi stood up, called Steven Milton up, and said angrily, “Look at what you’ve done.”

How can she write with her right little finger chopped off?

The handwriting written here is also different from before. Do you not have a brain?”

“I didn’t chop it. Record her then. Read from the paper.” Steven said grumpily.

Suzi ended the call and looked at Stella. “I’ll record you in a video. After Jasper gets married, I’ll let you out.”

Stella looked at the contents of the paper with a small, bitter smile. She tasted her salty tears, but her eyes were firm. “Let’s record then.”

Suzi’s heart ached for her. “I’m sorry.”

She took out her mobile phone and pointed it towards Stella.

Stella stared at the phone and said calmly, “Jasper, I don’t want to die.”

She raised her injured hand and said, “Do as they say. Help me. For every day you delay, they will cut off one of my fingers. After they’re done with my fingers, they will move on to my toes. After my toes, they will amputate my limbs. After amputating my limbs, they will disfigure my face.”

Suzi knitted her brows and hid her face.

Stella remained silent for ten seconds, her tears flowing quietly. “Please, let me go.”

Suzi turned off the recording. “You’re a nice lady, it’s just that Jasper is not suitable for you. You’ll find a suitable man in the future. If you need help, come to me.”

Stella closed her eyes and dropped her head

on the back of her hands.

Once again she felt minuscule, helpless, and desperate.

She slipped into an abyss of darkness…