The Billionaire’s Pretend Fiancée

Sofie’s POV

I woke up to the sound of the same shrill laughter of a female that I had heard, before everything went dark.

As soon as I winked an eye open, I immediately knew I was in grave danger.

The place I was in looked like a basement or should I say a dark, horrifying den.

I was sat on a chair, and tied to it with a spiky rope that dug into my skin with every little movement I made, and my mouth was also sealed with a duct tape.

I had also been stripped out of the clothes I was wearing earlier. Now, I was dressed in a short, dirty camisole that loosely hung off my shoulder, and barely reached my thighs.

I felt so awfully vulnerable and exposed.

“Looks like the bitch has finally woken up.” I heard the awfully familiar, high-pitched voice.

Lana. She was standing right in front of me, with her head cocked to the right and a pleased grin twisting the sides of her mouth.

Three scary-looking male thugs were also standing behind her, I sighted the bastard that had forced me into the van and I darted him a murderous glare.

In response, he just winked at me, licked his lips in a flirtatious manner, and chuckled.

The fucking son of a gun.

Gazing up, my trepidation morphed into anger as I welled up a reasonable amount of saliva in my mouth.

If only I could somehow bite the tape off my mouth, I’d douse Lana in my spittle.

Since I was basically helpless, I settled on mumbling incoherent sentences as I struggled to wriggle myself free of the chair.

Lana and her stupid cohorts stared at me like I was some sort of a new discovery they had just laid their filthy hands on.

“What are you trying to say, Sofie? I can’t seem to hear you, oh wait!” She gasped. “Your mouth is sealed, I can’t believe I forgot that, my bad.”

The nerve of the bitch.

The more I glared at her, the more I badly wanted to wipe the cocky grin off her face.

“Ricardo, get the tape off her mouth. I want to have a conversation with her.” She motioned one of the guys who immediately obliged and harshly tore the tape off my mouth.

Inwardly, I cursed him as my mouth burned with pain.

“Hi, Sof.” Lana grinned. “It’s nice to see you again, how have you been?”

“Cut the bullshit, you fucking psychopathic bitch.” I spat.

“Ooh, calm down, Sofie.” She giggled, bending over to look me in the eye.

I winced in pain as she roughly grabbed my jaw and her face became devoid of humor.

“It seems like you don’t know what is going on, huh? You should address me respectfully, Sofie because right now, I own your life.” She chuckled as her hand strayed up my cheek.

“You’re nothing but a boastful coward, Lana. I know you won’t dare to harm me because you want to see Roman suffer, no?” This time around, it was my turn to chuckle.

Even though in my current position, there was nothing mirthful to chuckle about.

Her grip on my jaw tightened as she gritted out. “Watch your mouth, Sofie. You don’t know what I’m capable of, don’t bring out the beast in me.”

Her statement amused me to the extent that I burst into a peal of laughter that left my ribs hurting.

“Is that meant to scare me? Lana, you can’t do more than a headless hen. Let’s face it, even if you go lower than this, Roman will never be yours. Whatever your stupid plan is, I’m sure it will definitely be a failure and you’d be caught by the police an-”

I was forced to swallow the rest of my words when Lana delivered a harsh, impactful slap to my face.

The heavy slap tilted my neck sideways, had me seeing stars, and also tasting my blood.

“The audacity you have to talk to me like that, you stupid whore. You must clearly think we’re in the same class just because we have fucked the same dick, don’t you?” She spat.

I turned my neck to stare at her. “No. I don’t think we’re in the same class. Intellectually, you’re in a lower class than I am in.”

I squeezed my eyes shut when Lana raised her hand to slap me again but the next thing I heard was a giggle from her.

“You act all feisty like you’re not scared of me but the moment I raise my hand, you start trembling with fear.” She shook her head as she looked me up and down.

“And by the way, Sofie. Roman was, is and will always be mine. Right now, he’s just confused and mistaking his pity for you as love. He just needs me to steer him toward the right path, which is to me. I need to get rid of you, your presence in our lives has brought us nothing but pain!” She screamed and before I could blink twice, she had grabbed a gun from one of her men to fire three blank shots in the air.

If nothing about Lana terrified me, seeing her look extremely demented with a gun in her hold instilled great fear in me.

I knew she was right. She could easily kill me, and dispose of my body and no one would find out.

Not even Roman. I bet he’d be the happiest man in the world if that happened to me.

Given how much he currently loathed my existence.

“Do you get the message now?” Lana panted after the guy at the mall retrieved the gun from her.

“Why are you doing this?” I whispered, to which she shrugged.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“To snap Roman out of his delusions. I’m the only woman for him not a bloody, lowlife like you.” She replied absentmindedly, glancing down at her wristwatch.

“I have to run an errand now, don’t miss me too much.” Lana blew a flying kiss toward me.

“You wish.” I muttered underneath my breath.

Ignoring my response, she faced her men. “Take care of her. You can have a little fun with her but don’t go all the way in, am I clear?”

They all seemed overjoyed at the permission as they eagerly nodded and answered in unison. “Yes, madam.”

Darting me a final stare, Lana scoffed before walking out of the den.

Leaving me with the three, hungry-looking men whose eyes glinted with lust as they stared at me.

The guy from the mall was the first to approach me. “Madam said we could have a little fun with you.”

I swallowed frightfully as he caressed the sides of my face. “S-stay the hell away from me this instant!”

He just laughed before pressing his lips to mine. When I kept my teeth clenched and denied him entrance into my mouth, he bit my lip and forced his tongue between my lips.

I writhed on the chair as bitter tears rolled down my cheeks while the other two men groped my boobs and trailed nasty, open-mouthed kisses down my bare thighs respectively.

Maybe this was how I was really going to keep living; by continuously getting kissed, groped and touched in the most inappropriate places by thugs until Lana decided to get rid of me.

I could only hope that my baby was safe.