My Child and I Married a Billionaire

Chapter 14: Totally Disgusted

Editor: Henyee Translations

A blanket? In his suitcase? And he was planning to do that in a filthy abandoned factory?

The thought alone made Cecelia’s stomach turn.

"Where did you get the idea that my husband is an actor?" she demanded. "We’re legally married. And he’s a very important man in Veridia." She stared at Kevin coldly. "I’m warning you. Don’t do anything stupid. If you touch me, my husband won’t let you get away with it."

Kevin laughed.

The entire reason he’d brought her all the way to Corvane—and to an abandoned industrial district—was to avoid consequences.

So what if she was married? If something happened here, in a place with no witnesses and nobody around for miles, would she really dare tell anyone afterward?

And even if she did...

How could she prove it?

To Kevin, walking away now would make him a fool.

"Alright, alright," he said mockingly. "So you’re married to some big shot." He shrugged. "Big deal." A lewd grin spread across his face. "You’ve slept with your husband countless times already. One more man won’t make any difference."

His eyes roamed over her body. "I don’t mind secondhand goods." He crouched and began pulling a blanket from the suitcase. "Now come here and lie down."

The moment his attention shifted away, Cecelia bolted. She had barely taken two steps before he caught her wrist.

"You’re not getting away." Kevin tightened his grip. "This place is deserted. There’s nobody around." His voice grew increasingly unhinged. "So stop pretending you don’t want this." His eyes gleamed with obsession. "Do you know how long I’ve wanted you, Cecelia?"

A shiver crawled down her spine.

"Every night," he said hoarsely, "I dream about you." He pulled her closer. "Just give me this one time. I promise I won’t tell anyone."

Revulsion swept through her. Goosebumps erupted across her skin where his hand touched her. She fought against his grip with everything she had.

"If you touch me today, I’ll call the police!" Her voice shook with fury. "You still want a career, don’t you? Let me go, and I won’t tell anyone what happened here."

Kevin laughed. As if he would back down now. He had spent days planning this. He’d lied, manipulated, and traveled across states to get her here. There was no way he was leaving empty-handed.

When she continued struggling, he lunged at her. Startled, Cecelia stumbled backward.

Then—

Pain exploded through her foot. A rusted nail protruding from a loose board pierced straight through the thin sole of her flat. She gasped. The agony nearly brought her to her knees.

Kevin’s eyes lit up.

"You chose the hard way." His grin widened. "Fine." He stepped toward her. "Come here and let me give you a proper kiss." His gaze traveled slowly over her black sleeveless dress. "You dressed up beautifully today. For me, right?"

"Get away from me!" Cecelia shoved him with all her strength. "Stay back! You disgusting pig! Let me go!"

Kevin chuckled. "I didn’t know you had such a temper." His smile only grew. "Is this how you act around other men, too? No wonder they like you." He licked his lips. "Honestly, I think I like you even more now."

"You sick bastard!" Cecelia’s voice echoed through the warehouse. "My husband will kill you if he finds out!"

Kevin burst out laughing.

"Wake up, sweetheart. You don’t have a husband." His expression twisted. "Plenty of men have slept with you. None of them wants to marry you. Stop pretending." He pointed at himself. "I’m the only real man here." He spread his arms. "Come on. Call me honey."

Outside the abandoned factory, a black luxury sedan rolled to a stop.

Ryan stepped out first. Damien followed.

"Mr. Vaughn," Ryan said as they walked toward the warehouse, "this entire industrial district was shut down due to environmental violations. Once the factories relocated, property values collapsed." He opened a folder. "According to my investigation—"

Damien stopped abruptly. His brows furrowed. "Did you hear that?"

Ryan paused.

Both men listened.

A faint scream drifted from inside the building.

Ryan’s expression changed. "Someone’s in there."

Inside the warehouse, Kevin finally managed to pin Cecelia against the wall. He wasn’t particularly tall. But he was still far stronger than she was. Fueled by obsession, he ignored her struggling completely.

Cecelia kicked, fought, and screamed.

Kevin leaned closer, puckering his lips. The moment his disgusting mouth was about to touch her cheek—

A hand suddenly grabbed his hair. Hard. Kevin was yanked backward so violently that he nearly lost his footing.

"AH!" He stumbled several steps away, clutching his scalp. "Who the hell—"

The words died in his throat.

Standing before him was a tall man in a tailored black suit. Cold. Imposing. Terrifying. Something about him looked strangely familiar.

Damien hadn’t expected to find Cecelia here. And certainly not like this. Seeing her trapped against a wall, eyes squeezed shut as she screamed in terror, something inside him snapped. He strode forward and caught her wrist.

"Stop screaming." His voice was low and steady. "It’s me. Are you alright?"

The voice sounded familiar. Too familiar. Cecelia’s eyes flew open.

Damien?

For a moment, she genuinely thought she’d imagined him. Fear and shock tangled together. Instinctively, she shoved him away. "Pervert! Don’t touch me!"

Damien glanced at her trembling body and deathly pale face. Instead of getting angry, his voice softened. "Hey. It’s me." A brief pause. "Your husband. You’re safe now." Then he pulled her gently into his arms. One arm settled around her shoulders. Only then did he look toward Kevin. "Who is he?"

Kevin’s face turned white. So she hadn’t been lying. This man really was her husband. And judging by his presence alone, he was absolutely not someone Kevin could afford to offend. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

A horrifying realization struck him. Damn it. Vivian set me up.

Panic exploded inside him. Without another word, he turned and ran for the door. But Ryan was already there blocking the exit. "Going somewhere?"

Kevin froze. Then he immediately switched tactics. A flattering smile spread across his face. He bowed repeatedly. "A misunderstanding! It’s all a misunderstanding!" He pointed frantically at Cecelia. "She never told me she was married! She tricked me! I didn’t know! Please don’t misunderstand! We can talk this through!"

Ryan stared at him. Then he laughed. "A misunderstanding?" He grabbed Kevin by the collar and lifted him off the ground. "If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable."

Ryan’s expression darkened. "Mrs. Vaughn introduced Mr. Vaughn to the entire department at dinner a few days ago." His grip tightened. "Were you blind? Or deaf?"

Then he looked Kevin up and down. Disdain filled his eyes. "And you actually thought she was interested in you?"

Kevin’s legs nearly gave out. "I was blind! I was deaf! I’m sorry! It won’t happen again! Please forgive me!"

Damien didn’t bother listening. The man’s voice disgusted him. His existence disgusted him. With a simple wave of his hand, Damien turned away.

Ryan immediately understood. "You want forgiveness?" He dragged Kevin toward the exit. "Come ask me for it."

Kevin’s desperate screams quickly faded into the distance.

Silence returned.

Damien finally released Cecelia. She was slender to begin with. And the black dress she wore today only emphasized how fragile she looked. After everything she’d just endured, her face was completely drained of color.

For some reason, the sight made Damien uncomfortable. He wanted to protect her. The feeling was so unfamiliar that he looked away.

"How did you end up here?"

Cecelia took a moment before saying, "He’s my coworker." Her voice was quiet. "He told me a client wanted to discuss a contract." Then she looked up at him. "How about you?"

She genuinely couldn’t understand it. Damien looked impossibly out of place in an abandoned factory.

Polished. Powerful. Elegant. Like someone from an entirely different world.

And as far as she knew... He was just a model.

Damien had no intention of explaining himself. Instead, he frowned. "What kind of company do you work for?" His expression darkened. "Why are your coworkers all idiots?"

This was the second time he’d encountered people from her workplace. And somehow, each experience had been worse than the last. Still, he didn’t tell her to quit.

She’d already made her position perfectly clear. She wanted to rely on herself. She didn’t want his money. And she fully intended to divorce him.

Cecelia knew her company wasn’t exactly prestigious. And some of her coworkers were downright toxic. But without a college degree, finding a better job wasn’t easy.

"Anyway," she said softly, "thank you. You really helped me today."

For some reason, Damien suddenly remembered seeing her standing in the rain the night before. Being alone with her felt strangely unsettling. After a moment, he said, "If you’re alright now, you should head back."

Cecelia wanted to leave, too. More than anything. But there was one problem. Leaning against the wall, she carefully lifted her left foot. Pain shot through her instantly. When she looked down, the sole of her shoe was stained red with blood.