Billionaire's Revenge

Isabelle's POV

He walked to the couch and sat on it. Removing his Rolex watch and putting it aside, he took a second to see my mother's photograph before he tore it into pieces.

I stared at him in disbelief, waiting for him to answer the question that I asked.

"Now you're all alone. There's no one here for you." He said after brief moments of pause.

Oh God, he's such a complicated asshole. Will he stop beating around the bushes and come to the damn point?

"Why can't I meet my mother and what have you done? Dude, why can't you answer me properly?" I asked, getting on the verge of losing my temper.

He raised his eyebrows at me and it made me realise that I better check my tongue before he decides to threaten me spiders or God knows what.

"Sorry." I mumbled.

He nodded, scrolling through his phone keeping a straight face.

What the he'll? Why he's testing my patience?

"On a scale of one to ten, how badly do you want me to tell you about it?" He questioned, his eyes fixed on his phone.

"Ten." I replied without waiting a single breath.

"Prove it."

"How?" I looked at him, puzzled.

"Go to the terrace and stand under the burning sun. I'd tell you in seconds if stay there for three hours without fainting." He answered.

On a serious note, what's wrong with him?

Knitting my eyebrows in caught a look of outside from the window. This is mid summer for fuck's sake. It ain't like we're living in some high altitude countries where the daylight would be gentle. Fuck, the mercury would be forty three degree Celsius today. This would be suicide even after knowing that I couldn't withstand too much heat. It's been hardly a few times in my whole life that I stepped outside in the noon blazing sun.

Biting my lips, I look at him again if he has changed his mind but alas, this man!

I really want to meet my mother. I've been searching for her since past twelve years. She was the only person in this world who loved me unconditionally.

I said yes to this stupid marriage only because of her. Because I wanted to meet her, to tell her how much I missed her, to ask her about something, to once again cell her 'Mum'.

I sighed. If that's what he wants then fine. I'll try to withstand the heat for three hours.

After finding my way to his huge mansion, I finally figured out the way to his terrace. As soon as I stepped in the sun, my body repulsed but somehow I managed to stand it the middle of the huge terrace.

I tried to look at the sun which was fucking bright and hit. My lips twitched in distaste as I clamped my palms together and pressed my eyes shut.

You can do this, Isabelle.

But I know I can't do this. It maybe ten minutes or so and my head is already spinning. The sun is burning hole through my flesh as if it's torturing me for something.

Torturing?

And that's when something clicked.

He married me for torturing me. Of course, he did this! Otherwise why in a hell a goddamn billionaire will want to marry me?

But why? What I've done to him? As far as I remember I've never seen him before, not until he graced me with his divine presence in my house. I rolled my eyes and if only I knew that I'd be spending my day like this standing in the sun, getting roasted as a chicken, I would've poured a glass full of hot water at him instead of Ramen.

As the time passed, my body started reacting different. I felt I was getting on the verge where I'd no longer be able to stand straight. I'm sure either I'll faint or run under the shade. My head hurts, ruthlessly. I'm all drenched in sweat.

I placed my palms over my head in an attempt to hide it but it was useless. Now my throat quenches for water and I can hear my pulse thronging in my veins.

I don't know how long it's been since I'm here but most probably it's less than an hour.

I need water.

My eyes started getting heavy as I felt my body's temperature increasing with ever passing second.

I closed my eyes and everything turned different. I can still see the bright sun in the sky but it no longer bothers me. Instead I felt kind of warm and happy. I can see myself watching the waves in the sea, wet sand under the bare feet and a woman talking about something which I couldn't hear clearly because of the sun that feels so warm, so good. After awhile I saw the same woman smiling at me. Her face wasn't clear but she's familiar. She's feels like my mother. Maybe she's my mother.

I tried to see her face but soon black dots appeared infront ofbme and I felt my head spinning and fell on the floor.

******

Groaning, I tried to part my eyes open but a sharp headache hit me. I rubbed my temple and found myself laying on the bed, looking at the white ceiling.

For a second nothing made sense. I stared at the ceiling with half open eyes toll I felt a sense of my body. I couldn't collect enough strength to get up. I felt weak and realised that I'm having a fever.

I looked to the side and found Iskandar sitting crossed legged on the couch, intently looking at me.

"I'm fainted?" I blurted out somehow but I didn't get anything in reply.

Closing my eyes, I turned my head to the other side and tears started coming out on their own. I don't know if I cried because of the burning fever and body aches or because of the fact that I fainted.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked in between hiccups, trying to wipe my tears but failed miserable.

I don't want this marriage thing. I want to run away from him as far as I can. I'll find my mother on my own. I will take a flight to Japan and somehow I'll find her.

He's a psychopath.

"You're left alone, Isabelle." He announced, his voice nothing but emotionless.

"Wha-"

"Now you're all mine to destroy."

"You will not tell me what you did, right?" I tried to ask him a question, answer to which is quite obvious. He will not.

The sound of his faint chuckled echoed in the room as stood up and mercilessly pulled the IV away from my hand. I hissed in pain and found that I had IV connected to the back of my hand. Wow, what a pleasant way to treat someone who's burning with high fever.

And since when I was given IV? Don't tell me that he carried me downstairs after I fainted? Okay, did he carry me in his arms or what? Wow, Isabelle. You should definitely stop watching cheesy movies with Natty. A sadistic psychopath like him will left me dying if he wants.

God, I feel pathetic. I want to cry for hours with a tune full of Ben & Jerry's and watch some sad movies with Natty.

"I never planned on not telling you." He spoke.

I gave him a confused look. "Well technically you said that if I faint before three hours, you won't tell me."

He sat on the bed next to me and tucked hair locks behind my ear. A shiver ran down my spine as I felt his cold finger against my feverish skin.

Strong smell of his cologne washed through my nostrils and I couldn't help but look at him. He has changed his wedding clothes and wore black sweat pants and white t-shirt. His hair seems messy and his face reflected zero emotion.

But dude, I'm going to say it again, he's too good looking for a psychopath.

I mean just look at him. I'm seeing him first time in the casual clothes and man, I hate to admit but he's fine as fuck.

"Well technically I also said about spiders but there wasn't any, right?" He mocked in my tone.

"You lied." I commented in disbelief.

And I suffered in sun even though he was going to tell me anyways? Woah! What the fuck, man? My body's aching and burning in high temperature and now he's saying that it was all in vain.

Suppose if I died, nobody would have called me martyr.

"Don't you want to know exactly what I did?"

"Tell me." I demanded.