The Lover (18+) [Completed]

Chapter XIII

"Nate, go home. I'll be fine" I decided to say and allowed the cop to take the cuffs off me, and with all the nerves I had, still joined Andrew. Nate stayed silent, ignoring Kate at his side. Then I saw the smallest shake of his head nodding in my direction, then turning around and leaving with Kate behind him.

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"You're really trying my patience, Scarlett. What the fuck is your problem lately?" Andrew was asking as we walked through the front door of the house. I really wanted to groan out loud as he had been complaining the whole ride home and I was sick and tired of hearing it.

"I'm talking to you!" he shouted, and I turned around forcefully.

"You! You're my problem! You do know why Nate beat you up, yet you take it upon yourself to file assault and then get a warrant for his arrest? Take it down a notch, Andrew!" I shouted and turned around to march to my room

"I'm still talking to you! Don't fucking leave when I'm talking to you!" he yelled. When I didn't stop he opened his mouth.

"Stop. Or your family is gonna pay for it" he said loudly, and I couldn't help it. I stopped dead in my tracks.

"Oh yeah? What else can you possibly do to me? You already have most of the company, what else do you want?!" I yelled, turning my head around.

"I can take much more, love. I can ruin you all" he said through clenched teeth. I scoffed but stayed in silence. If I was going to save us from bankruptcy I had to start by biting my tongue at these kinds of moments.

"You know I have more power over you in this company, and I can write your name off whenever I feel like it, right?" he asked, and I frowned slightly.

"You wouldn't do that" I breathed the words out and he tilted his head.

"I guess you don't know me as well if you think I wouldn't" he said as he poured himself a glass of whiskey. Here we go...

If he writes my name off or buys over my assets, the company could be his, and all of this would've been for nothing and my family and I would be left in the streets.

"What do you want?" I asked in a murmur. Andrew tilted his head after taking a sip of his drink.

"I'll tell you what I want. Your little friendship with that Nathaniel? Done. I don't want you to see him or talk to him. And if it does happen, it better not be because you're looking for him" he said, narrowing his eyes at me.

"He's my childhood-"

"Friend? Get the fuck out of here with that. That's the biggest bullshit I've heard in my life, so cut the shit" he said, his chuckles turning white as he grasped the whiskey glass. I eyed the thing, willing it to break already, but stayed as quiet as possible.

"I also want you to be the model wife. Happy, funny, sociable. You will publicly show me love and devotion. We may not love each other, but you owe me respect as my wife. The public doesn't need to know about anything else. So you smile, you wave, and you keep going. Or I'm pulling the plug faster than you can say bye. This is my warning, Scarlett. Don't fucking try me on this" he said through clenched teeth.

I stood frozen.

When he got bored, he turned around and walked down the hallways, disappearing to do God knows what. And I, as the cowards I was, ran to my room, locked myself in my room and tuned the world out.

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I lost track of time. I didn't leave the house, or the room anyways. I forgot when was the last time I ate, or if I was alone in the house at all. I was tired all the time and struggling to keep my eyes opened. In some occasions Andrew would come pounding at my door, asking me to come out, but at some point, he gave up and I thanked whoever was up there listening. This whole ordeal with Andrew was taking away the small happiness I had now that Nate was back. Every time I tried to think of a loop in this whole thing, I came back to the same place I started. Andrew had the upper hand here and he could crush us if he wanted to. All because of the company and my stupid self-signing things without reading fully. Sometime during the week Andrew came to the door to say he was leaving for the weekend for a work thing and repeated his threats over and over, completely killing my mood once again.