A Trillionaire’s Revenge

NATALIE's POV.
"I can explain." I say, as I try to hold my balance. This was it. This was what I feared would happen. He makes his way into the
room, but I am unable to make out the expression on his face, heck I can't even look at him. Aunt Ruth is by the corner, shivering
with fear.
"I wanted to tell—
"I'm sorry for bringing it here, but it belongs to me, I have a gunroom and there's a bit of a situation, but I've got it handled." He
says and I look in confusion. What was he talking about?
"What situation?"
"There's no cause for panic, everything's under control. I've doubled the security."
"What's going on, Luke?"
"Bart's on the run." He says. In a split second, I'm engulfed in fear as horrible memories come flooding back. "His first instinct
would probably be to return here."
I gasp, shocked, losing my balance. Luke grabs me on time and helps me sit on the bed. I had forced myself to not think or talk
about the incident with Bart because if I did, Luke would find out about how I wanted to run away and that was the last thing I
wanted. "He's coming for me, my baby?" I ask, grasping into Luke's arm as though that was my only chance at living. "That man
is insane! I've done nothing to him." I state, panicking.
"That's why I brought this." Luke says as he shows me the gun. I look at it, afraid, as bile rises up to my throat. I hold it in. "I've
doubled the security, so there's no chance of him getting to you, however, I don't want to take chances so I have to. I'll drop it in
the first drawer." He says as he gestures to the side drawer. In a split second, I'm sprinting to the bathroom. I begin to throw up in
the sink and I can sense Luke and Aunt Ruth rush in. I can tell Luke is panicking as he holds my waist and left hand. I was glad
that Rocky didn't reveal our secret to Luke, but I was too lost in my thoughts, remembering how I suffered in Bart's captivity. I still
couldn't place my hands on why he abducted me. I suspected Luke knew and refused to give me details about it. I cough, using
the tap water to rinse my mouth and face.
"My love, are you okay?"

"Yes, my dear, are you okay?" Aunt Ruth follows. "I'm fine, this is normal. Morning sickness." I say as I avoid eye contact with
Luke. I turn and exit the bathroom and go back into the room. I sit on the bed, a thousand thoughts going through my mind.
"Natalie!" I hear as I snap back to reality. I turn to Luke. He continues, "My love, I said I'll be going to the study for a while and on
my way, I'll have Emmanuelle bring you water and some fruits." I nod at him and mouth a silent thank you. I needed Luke to
leave so I could discuss with my aunt.
"Aunt, I have a lot on my mind, there's just so much I'm unable to understand."
"Yes, my darling. I have to admit, I was scared to my bones for what would've happened to you and your marriage if that foul
man had revealed your secret."
"But why didn't he?"
"Who cares? You're safe, and that's what matters!"
"No, aunt. Rocket had the opportunity to tell Luke about everything. He had the chance to come clean and knowing him, he's
become too selfish. Something's not right, aunt Ruth."
"How are you so sure?"
"I can feel it. Call it a sixth sense. I don't know. Something isn't right, aunt. Luke might really not know but I'm very sure Rocky's
up to something."
"For the love of God, Natalie, let's just forget about all of this. As long as Luke doesn't know anything, that's your saving grace."
"I guess you're right, aunt." There's a knock on the door. "Come in." I respond and Aunt Ruth shifts to open the door.
"Luke asked me to bring you these, and I thought to add some milk too, you know, for the baby." She says, smiling heavily. For a
second, my worries had made forget about the life growing inside me. I caress my stomach. "Thank you, Emmanuele. My baby
would get used to you soon. You take care of us so well." I say.
She smiles. "Well, I consider Luke my own. If my child were here, he would be just like Mr. Carrington." I could hear the hurt in
her voice as she spoke. I wondered what she must've meant. "You'll be fine, Emmanuele."
She nods her head. "I'll head to the kitchen now and have dinner prepared. Would you like anything specific?" She asks.
"Lamb chops and spring rolls. Maybe coleslaw?" I say. Emmanuele turns to Aunt Ruth. "Madam, you?"

Aunt Ruth giggles, "Oh my, anything would suit me. I would have whatever is being made." Emmanuele nods and leaves.
"Eat the fruits, have your milk and have a nap. We'll go for a stroll when you wake up." Aunt Ruth commands.
"Yes, aunt. I'm quite famished." I say, still shaken.
**
After a long nap, I wake up, refusing to get up. My eyes are fixated on the empty ceiling as my mind is blank. I didn't know if my
mind was blank because I was intentionally blocking out my thoughts or if it was so because I'd just woken up.
I sit up, stretching my hands into the bowl of fruits, which contained just a few green grapes. I eat them and I'm relaxed by the
taste. My eyes land on the clock and it's about 5:10 PM. I get up, heading straight for the bathroom. I wash my face with the
lemon verbena scented soap. The powder, now off my face, didn't make me look less beautiful- hell, it didn't subtract anything
from my features. I had smooth, clear skin. I lift my shirt up and observe my stomach. There was a slight change, barely
unnoticeable. "I can't wait to meet you, baby. You're the best thing in my life. The best gift I've ever received."
In front of my bedside mirror, I search for my Saint Laurent red lipstick. I find it and apply a very generous amount. Looking at
myself in the mirror, I admire myself. I really did have good looks and it was safe to say that I turned myself on, or was it because
I was thinking about Luke? I wanted to have sex with my husband, tonight. I felt like it. Having his arms around me, his body on
mine, his warmth radiating on my bare skin really did things to my body.
**
"The air's so nice, isn't it?" Aunt Ruth sighs, inhaling the fresh air. We are strolling beside the lake.
"Yes, aunt. I feel fresh and it does feel nice," I say, also inhaling the air. "There's love in the air!" I say, excitedly as I giggle.
"I can say, this is the first time I'm seeing you laugh. Thank God, my girl! It seems like your married life is going to last for a very
long time, Natalie."
I pause, "I pray so too, aunt Ruth. I love my husband so much and it would kill me if I got separated from him! I just hope Rocky
keeps being mute and leaves us alone for good."
"Yes, I agree. For the love of God, Natty, we have to find a way to get rid of that man because he's nothing but a thorn in your
part."

"A very dangerous one, aunt. A very dangerous one."