Billionaire's Revenge

Isabelle's POV

"Eat before I change my mind about marrying you and trust me that'll be too ugly for you because then you won't be able to meet your mother."

His words kept on running through my mind as I stared at him, dumbfounded.

What-what the hell is wrong with him? Why does he want me to eat all this even after I told him that I'm severely allergic to it?

I bite at the corner of my lips and tried to find a bit of humour on his face but there was none. His face was dead serious.

Is he going to break our marriage if I don't eat it?

Maybe he's forcing me to do this because he wants to take revenge on me. After all, I humiliated him. And here I thought that maybe he cared for me when he applied ointment to my wounds.

I lowered my eyes and caught a glimpse of all the dishes on the table. For me, they are nothing but poison. As soon as I'll eat fish, my body will show adverse reactions.

Come on, Isabelle. You can do it. Just swallow it somehow. Remember, you've to marry this asshole to find your mother.

I took a deep breath and with shaky fingers, I grabbed the cutlery.

My heart was thumping louder and without wasting any second. I started stuffing the food in my mouth as much as I can.

Soon my throat started itching and I pushed saliva down my throat to compose myself but something weird started happening inside my stomach.

I clutched my stomach and tried to grab the glass full of water but that son of a bitch held the glass and placed it away from me.

What the fuck is wrong with him?

The temperature of my body started increasing as every inch of my skins itches badly. I tried soothing it while rubbing softly but ended up scratching my skin with my nails.

Red rashes started popping out all over my body and all I did was scratch them.

"Eat." His dangerous voice ran through my ear making my eyes snap in his direction.

His eyes were fixed on mr and in them besides nothing hatred. I bite on my lips and for a second wondered what have I done to deserve this. He's forcing me to eat the food to which I'm allergic. Isn't it too much to compensate for what I've done earlier? Just because I humiliated him that doesn't mean he can hurt me.

Is this guy mentally unstable?

All of sudden I felt a sharp pain inflicting through my stomach and bite raises up to my throat.

I looked around in worry and without thinking twice. I ran out of the restaurant. As soon as the cool breeze hit my face, I started puking right there.

I felt someone grabbing my hair which were earlier sticking to my face but I didn't have enough energy to look who it was. Maybe I already knew.

"Are you okay, babe?" Once I stopped puking, I heard a familiar voice.

Babe?

Dude, what the actual fuck?

I screwed my bread in his direction and found him offering me a water bottle with lines of concern plastering over his face.

I blinked, trying to catch my breath and for a second I thought of smashing the glass bottle over his head but boy, I needed water. So, after gulping down my self respect, I took bottle from him and without wasting a single second, I drank water like I've been craving for it since years.

Resting my head on the wall, I noticed the temperature of my body which was now burning. I need medication.

I look at him and found him grabbing my palms. "I'm so sorry babe. Why didn't you tell me that you're allergic to seafood? I'm really sorry."

Eh?

I scratched my neck im confusion but soon realised that paparazzi were gathered around us.

Oh! He's trying to act gentleman infront of the whole world, huh?

What a psychopath!

Mr. Iskandar Remington, why should you have all the fun? You asked me on a date to make me suffer, right? Now let's pay you back.

I pulled up my most innocent smile and took a step closer to him. "It's okay, Iskandar. You were already stressed out after hearing the news of your ex girlfriend. If I had told you about my allergy then you might have switched to different restaurant which doesn't serve anything related to seafood."

And boom. Now it was his fucking time to turn pale.

"Ms James, who's the ex girlfriend?" I heard a reporter's question and smirked mentally.

Well, now this is getting interesting.

I turned my face towards camera and held a sad face. "Well, she's one he'll of an obsessive bitch. After cheating on him, now she wants him back. Pathetic, right?" I said, my acting being on point.

I felt his hold on my palm getting tighter.

Ouch. I hit the nerve.

Well, serves you right.

"Come on, baby. We should go home." I linked our palms together and passed him a soft smile.

His face was emotionless but man, I was scared by the way he was looking at me. It was too intense and scary.

Don't tell me that I dug my own grave?

He walked with me to his car and opened the door for me. Closing my eyes shut, I sat inside his car and tried to think anything to make myself distracted from the fact that I'm in the car again.

My body was already feverish and nauseous. Plus don't even ask about the itching sensation crawling all over my flesh.

My heart thumped louder in my chest and alas, how much I wished to not get a panic attack.

After a few minutes, I felt him pulling over the car. Don't tell me tagt we reached my house, already?

Thank God!

With my eyes closed, I quickly get out of the car and released a sharp breath.

Rubbing my face, I parted my eyes open and the second I did so, I turned to look at that bustard in confusion.

The road was completely empty. All I can see are trees and not a single sight of human around me. Are we in forest in the night?

"Where the hell are we?" I asked.

He slammed the door ohms his car shut and without wasting any second, he came to me and pushed me to the nearest bark of the tree.

I winced in pain but before I could process anything, he grabbed me by my neck.

I tried to remove his grip from my neck but all in vain. Soon I started struggling for air and tears gathered in my eyes.

His eyes darkened and now anger was clearly visible on his face.

"YOU FUCKING DARED TO INSULT HER? I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU." He hissed, his voice sounding dangerously scary.

I still at my place and all of sudden my body started shaking in fear because he wasn't kidding when he said he'll kill me. The anger in his eyes told me that he could kill me for real if he wants.

"P-please. I-I.. Don't" I shuttered.

His grip on my neck tightened further up to the level where it became almost impossible for me to catch a breath and all I could do is to pray for my life. I shouldn't have said that. I didn't know that he's dangerous enough to hurt me physically.

I struggled against him for one more time before he decided to let go of me and as soon as he did so, I stumbled on the ground, gasping for air.

Swiftly moving hand over my chest, I sucked for a deep breath and felt like crying even though tears were already streaming down my face.

I thought this guy genuinely cared for me.

Why? Why he's marrying me when I can bet on my life that he's in love with his ex girlfriend? Even if she cheated on him, why me? What he'll get in return to marry me?

He's a goddamn billionaire. He can get any woman out there then why me?

"We'll be getting married tomorrow." His voice echoed.

And his sentence made me cry shamelessly infront of him knowing that I'll be seeing he'll from tomorrow.