Ruin The Billionaire

Lilly.

The house was located near the road, a regular suburban house with a white picket fence and a flower garden in the front.

“What are you staring at?” Kyle asked. “Let’s go in. Mum is waiting.”

I opened the door and stepped out. I was feeling weary, tired of Kyle’s constant abuse with no way out. He had to go as far as making me meet his parents yet he knew that I was not in love with him.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

He locked the car and we walked up the pathway leading to the porch. When we got to the door, he opened it and ushered me inside.

“Mum,” he called out.

A woman came from the kitchen, wearing a blue apron. She was a woman of small stature, and had brown skin. Her hair was short and cropped. She looked to be in her forties.

“Lilly, right.” She said with a welcoming smile. I faked one. “Welcome home. Kyle has told me so much about you.”

“Really?”

“Yes, it’s nice to finally meet you and put a face to the name that my son loves so much.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, Mrs. Munther. Kyle has only said good things about you.”

Lie. Kyle had never told me anything about his father. He always talked more about his father. He seemed to hate his father. Apparently the father always insisted he should have a proper career instead of doing blue collar jobs.

“How are you son?”

“I’m okay, happy to be here.”

“Why don’t you offer your woman a seat? Are you going to let her stand the whole time?”

Kyle chuckled. “Lilly, please take a seat. Where’s dad?”

“He was called for a last minute meeting.”

“Or he didn’t want to see me.”

“No, your father wouldn’t do that.” The woman said as she went to the kitchen. Kyle followed her and I was left around. I used the chance to look around and observe the area around me. The living room was mainly plain. It had brown couches and a black centre table. There were some pictures of Kyle, his mother and the man I assumed to be his father. They looked like a normal family. I couldn’t pinpoint what might have turned Kyle into the psycho he was.

We had a good lunch and conversation with Mrs. Munther. She seemed like a really nice woman and Kyle was very comfortable around her. She did not seem like the secretly abusive person like her son. I wondered if she knew what kind of person her son had grown up to be or she had no clue and thought I loved him.

After lunch, Kyle drove me back to my apartment. As soon as he left, I went out and got into a taxi that took me to a suburban town. I kept looking behind to make sure no vehicle was following me. When I reached, I look for a tech shop. I was able to find the things I wanted in the first shop. After spending nearly all of my pay check, I returned home and installed the cameras and microphones in places where Kyle wouldn’t notice. I knew that I was doing something really dangerous. If he found out, he would probably kill me. But, I was fed up and needed to try something to get out of the mess I was in.

When everything was in order, I went and started watching TV, waiting for Kyle to come. Kyle arrived an hour later. I was lounging on the couch when he opened the door and walked in.

“Honey, I’m home.”

“Okay,” I said. I had given up pretending to be happy and he seemed not to care if I was happy or sad. Since I wanted to seem natural, I acted the way I’d been acting all week.

He placed a bag of food on the table, and came and kissed my cheek. I twisted my face. When he was done, he sat down and placed his hand on my lap. He had not tried to touch me since we got back together so I was shocked by it. He had been keeping his distance for most part.

“Kyle, I’m not feeling well.”

“I’m tired of waiting for you to come around. I decided to leave you alone for some time hoping you’d change your mind but it seems I’ll have to take charge.”

“You can’t force me to do anything.”

“You don’t have to do anything. Just let me do what I want. Besides, it’s not force if I’m your boyfriend. You left the door open for me to come in, which means you don’t really mind.”

“Have you forgotten that you threatened me?”

He sighed. “Come on, don’t be like this. I promise not to take long. If you want, I’ll take only a minute.”

“I’m not interested,” I said.

Suddenly, he pulled me to him by force. I tried to fight him but he was too strong. Eventually, I gave up and started crying while he removed my torn top. Suddenly, I lost it and started screaming out loud. I had already felt his pockets and knew he had not come with the gun.

“Shut up” he yelled. “Or I’ll kill that beautiful niece of yours.”

I screamed louder until the door opened and three neighbours rushed in. Kyle saw that he was outnumbered and tried to run to the balcony. One of the men rushed forward and grabbed him by the collar. The man was very big and strong. Compared to him, Kyle was an ant.

I broke down and went to sit on the couch. The woman who had come to my rescue the other time came and held me. She grabbed a scarf from the other couch and covered me. I looked at the man who captured Kyle. “Thank you so much.”

“I’ve already called the police,” another man walked in with a phone in hand. “What happened?”

“This man tried to assault the young woman.”

I heard sirens and felt better knowing that they were going to take Kyle where he belonged. A few minutes later, the police were in my apartment putting handcuffs on Kyle’s hands and taking statements from the neighbours and me. They asked to go with me and Kyle to the station.

“I have something we can go with,” I said, standing up. “I knew that he was going to try something sooner or later. We got back because he threatened to kill my niece and I’ve been scared since the.”

“I knew something was up the day you screamed,” my neighbour said.

“I knew you wanted to help but I was so scared of him. Could you please get up?” I told her before running to my bedroom where I got my laptop from under the bed. I saved the recording ad brought it along.

As everyone watched, I overturned the couch and pulled out an audio recording device.

“Step back,” a policeman said, quickly putting on gloves. “I’ll get it. Johnny take the photographs first.”

We held the couch in place as the policeman called Johnny took photographs. When it was done, the other one removed the microphone and threw it into an evidence bag. “You have the audio file?”

I nodded then walked to my reading table in the corner. I dipped my hand in one of my vases and pulled out a tiny camera. The camera had a video saving feature so the footage was already saved. It needed to be plugged to a computer to be viewed. It was also put in the evidence bag.

As the police car drove us to the station, I felt much relived. My risky move had yielded great results. I was proud of myself and hoped Kyle would be locked up for as long as possible. He did not deserved to be free.

I dialled Leah’s number and informed her. She said she’d set off for the station immediately. When we got to the station, i was taken to an interrogation room alone to give my statement. The officers first needed to hear what I was accusing Kyle of before interrogating him. They had collected the testimonies from the witnesses at the apartment.

I told the police everything, all that had happened since I had met Kyle. The kind hearted cop did not seem to judge me though I feared he was thinking I was the most foolish woman in the world.

After my interrogation, I was released. I met Leah in the waiting room.

“You didn’t tell me that you were going after Kyle. You know I’d have helped you without second thought.”

“I knew I just wanted to do it on my own.”

“I’m so glad you got him. Congratulations, girl.”