Trapped By My Billionaire Husband

Amanda

Today, three years ago, Jason Grey proposed to me at the airport, just as we returned from our trip to the beautiful New York City. He had everything planned out, and I said "yes" to him in the presence of a very large crowd. I was filled with ecstasy at the time, and I thought that I would be the happiest woman in the world.

To me, Jason Grey was everything a woman could ever desire... He was gorgeous, very attentive towards me, and prioritized my happiness above every other thing or person. I later discovered that it was all a facade, though. He was also very wealthy as he was the founder and CEO of JG Fitness co-operation.

We got married two weeks after his proposal, and that was when everything changed for me. Jason Grey, the people's idol, was the very opposite of everything I ever wanted.

My name's Amanda Grey and today was supposed to be our third anniversary, but of course, my husband, Jason Grey, completely forgot about it.

I headed down the road and towards the boutique, when I felt a vibration in my bag, "Hello, Amanda" My heart raised as I heard my husband's cold voice behind the speaker, "I wouldn't be coming home today and tomorrow..."

My heart raced and I steadied my shaky hands properly "Is there a reason?" I managed to ask.

"Reason?" Jason chuckled, "There's something I need to attend to, " he rasped, and I imagined him smirking mischievously as he normally did whenever he was doing something he knew that I wouldn't like.

"Today's our anniversary, honey," I was hoping he would change his mind at least. We hardly spent time together and our marriage was on the brink of death, "Could you please come back for today? You can go back after tonight..."

"Since when did we start celebrating anniversaries?"

"Jason, please, come home. I don't feel okay with the way things are going. We're a married couple for goodness sake! You're my husband, my husband! When would you start acting as one?" I was livid with anger. Passers_by kept giving me this pitiful look, as though they understood what was going on. I was just outside the boutique because I didn't want to disturb the people shopping inside.

"I never wanted to marry you!" He basically screamed with emphasis. I could feel a tinge of anger mixed with disdain in his voice. My heart broke for the hundredth time.

I had discovered along the line, two months after our wedding three years ago, that Jason never actually loved me, but I never knew his hatred ran as deep as this...

"Don't call me again! I'll come back home in two days." He hung up and I felt weak all over. I couldn't move, I couldn't talk and I didn't know what to do.

I had wanted to get him a tuxedo from the boutique and organize a little surprise for him as my anniversary gift, but I wasn't sure I would go ahead with that. My legs felt wobbly and my stomach churned. I let the tears flow freely now, as I thought about what to do. It seemed there was no way of saving my marriage.

*. *. * *. *

Dean Geoffrey, my late father, who was the CEO of the great Athars Resources passed away four years ago. The company was never the same after his demise.

Before his death, he had raised me single-handedly. My father had me when he was a teenager. For some reason, after the death of his high school sweetheart, my mother, (who died right after giving birth to me), he refused to marry again.

The company suffered a financial and social breakdown, but when it was about to be shut down completely, my husband, Jason Grey came to her rescue.

He approached my grandparents and convinced them that he could and would revive the company only if he was allowed to marry me. My grandparents sold the idea to me, and I agreed. Little did I know that Jason Grey, who was now my husband, was as cunning as a tortoise. A green snake in green grass!

Jason Grey presented himself as the nicest man then, and he treated me like an absolute Princess for two weeks before asking me to marry him

. In a quest to liberate myself and my grandparents from extreme poverty, and most especially, in a bid to settle my dad's outstanding and outrageous debts, I had agreed. I wasn't exactly in love with him, even though he was every woman's dream man. We had only known each other for two weeks and got married in a space of another two weeks.

Little did I know that that marriage was my ticket to my own hellfire.

********

Athars Resources Incorporation was now run by Jason Grey, and everything was in my husband's name. It was his, not ours, not mine.

My husband had returned home three days after our anniversary, heavily drunk. I didn't need to open the door, because he came in with a short, and funny_looking woman, who already knew the password to our mansion.

My eyes caught the snake tattoo above her wrist, and I struggled to remember where and when I had seen that same tattoo. She also reeked of alcohol, so they had obviously been drinking together.

"Help me take him to his room," The lady was struggling to carry Jason up the stairs and into his room. I stood with my mouth open, and I didn't know when the plate of mango fruit I had in my hands fell off to the floor. How's it that Jason came home after three days, drunk and in another woman's arms?

"Are you deaf?" She glared at me, and I could tell that she didn't know that I was Jason's wife.

Her voice brought me out of my oblivion and I scurried to do her bidding. In fact, I didn't want her touching my husband, so I offered to take care of him and told her to leave.

I took Jason upstairs and put him to bed carefully, then went down only to meet the short lady sitting comfortably in the lounge outside.

"Who are you, and why are you with my husband?" I asked as I approached her. I tried to sound confident and in charge because, for some reason, this other lady appeared to be fearless and acted as she pleased.

"Husband?" She laughed and staggered backward a little. It was as though I had asked a very funny question, "Jason's your husband? You're the late Dean Geoffrey's daughter?"

Everyone in this city knew me. My late father was a famous and one of the wealthiest men here, in New York City, before his painful demise. I was surprised she didn't know who I was.

I tried to comport myself, "Are you new to this city, and didn't Jason tell you that he's married?"

"I do know that he's married, but I never imagined it would be to you..." She tucked her hair behind her ears, did a three_sixty around me as though she were checking me out, and then stood, facing me.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" My eyebrows furrowed, and I smoothened my hair backward, in a bid to maintain my cool.

"You do not know me, but I know you, Amanda Cece Grey, and I know everything about you..." She seemed to be having fun, as she gave a knowing smile but was in no obvious mood to continue talking to me.

She searched her breast pocket and brought out her car keys. As if trying to tell me that she owned one of the most expensive cars in the city, she jiggled the keys in front of my eyes and then walked away.

The only other person that knew my middle name, Cece, was my father. In fact, he gave me that name himself, saying it was my mother's name. He only called me that name when we were alone, at home. So nobody else knew that name, not even my grandparents.

Who's this woman? What does she want with my husband and how does she know me? Then it struck me_. The tattoo! I had seen that tattoo on someone on the day my father was buried. It was her, Lena Dunham, who had claimed to be my father's daughter...

Amanda

Lena Dunham was taken to the hospital the same day my father was buried, because she had thrown a tantrum like a little child and had cried her eyes out that day, and had finally fainted.

I kept on going to the hospital every day to check up on her and take care of her. She was a very cute woman, and you could mistake her for a teenager, sometimes, but she was very well into her late twenties and was some years older than I.

To me, she was one crazy woman, who tried to steal the spotlight and spew rubbish on the day my father was buried.

My father had no other child or children. I was sure of it, or maybe I was really hoping against all odds that he didn't., and that I was right.

Lena had been unconscious for thirty-two hours, and when she finally woke up, I was relieved.

"How are you feeling?" I tried to touch her cheek, but she pushed my hand off violently.

"Don't touch me, you vile woman!" She flung the ceramic cup which was on a desk close to her bed at me, but I dodged, barely sustaining a crash on my upper arm. This woman was indeed crazy!

"Calm down!" I cajoled, even though I was a little scared. I stood up and took the chair some meters away from her bed. "Since you've woken up, we need to talk..."

"I have nothing to say to you!" She said blatantly and looked away from me. I couldn't read her expression. Her eyes were beginning to water again, and she had three marks across her cheeks, which one could easily mistake as tribal marks, which she kept on touching.

"What happened to you there?" I asked, trying to change the topic to get her to be comfortable with me first. That way, she might open up and tell me everything.

"Nothing that concerns you..." Her voice was flat and it was clear that she didn't want to talk to me.

"See, Lena, I just want to get to the root of this. You claimed to be my father's daughter, that invariably makes you my sister..."

"I am not your father's daughter and you aren't my Sister, Amanda!" She screamed at the top of her voice. "I am Dean Geoffrey's daughter. I don't know who you are or how you got entangled with my father. However, I know a couple of things about you... You had better watch your back, because it wouldn't be easy for you."

"What do you mean?" My stomach sank and my heart began to beat very fast. My father didn't have any other children besides me... He didn't! He can't!

"Get out of my room!" She screamed, interrupting my bizarre thoughts. "Get out! Leave!" She stood up and hit me with another ceramic cup again, but the doctor walked in and stopped her. There was another man with the Doctor... A man who looked very much like my husband, Jason Grey!

I didn't pay much attention to the second man. I was too distracted to think straight.

"You may have to leave, now, Amanda!" The Doctor held me by my hand and gestured toward the door, "Lena needs to rest and she's getting hysterical. You may come back tomorrow."

I left the hospital premises, determined to get to the root of everything, but I had an accident while going back home, and lost most of my past memories... especially the ones that had Lena Dunham in them.

********

"I made breakfast for you," I approached Jason, who was already dressed for work and ready to go out. He had on the suit I got him for his birthday last year, and he looked as handsome as ever. I didn't know how I fell in love with Jason, or how it happened; but, with every day that passed, my heart fluttered whenever I saw him.

He moved over to the dining table and settled into the seat. He undid his tie, and loosened his belt a little, then began eating.

I stood and watched him as he ate, wondering why he was at the same hospital as Lena years ago, and if he was having an affair with her. I had so many questions, but I didn't know how to ask him.

"Aren't you going to eat? Why are you still standing?" He dropped his fork, stood up, and held my waist from behind. I flinched under his touch, wondering why he was suddenly being romantic. Something was up. Jason Grey hadn't touched me ever since our wedding night.

"I... I was just..." He cupped my face fiercely, his fingers scratching my skin as he did so, and kissed me long and hard, as though he had been starving for some time now. I melted under his touch, and I had a burning desire to make love to him.

He trailed kisses down my neck, and undid my dress, cupping my breast with one hand, and playing with my belly button, with the other hand. My knees buckled and I lost all reasoning and kissed him fiercely right back.

"Jason, I love you," I blurted shamelessly, amidst hot kisses from him, but he stopped abruptly, and looked at me squarely.

"You love me?" He scoffed, "You just had to spoil this beautiful moment, didn't you?"

"No, I didn't mean to..."

He put his index finger against my lips and proceeded to slide it right inside my mouth. I closed my eyes and sucked at it like a hungry little child, who had been deprived of his favorite candy.

I could hear him laugh hysterically, as though he was enjoying the whole process. I opened my eyes and noticed him staring at me with utmost disgust.

I stopped and stepped away from him, scared that I had done something wrong again. But he approached me intently. He tore my dress open, ruining my beautiful floral dress, and continued where he had stopped. I wanted to push him away.

I wanted to bite him hard and tell him to leave me alone, but, instead, I found myself kissing him deeply and making love to him, right there in the dining room. After we were done, there was an awkward silence in the room.

He wore his jacket silently, and just as I was helping him to fasten his wrist button, something shocking caught my eye... The same tattoo! It was the same as Lena's. The same exact tattoo on the same spot above his wrist. My hands froze as I looked steadily at the tattoo. How was this even possible?

Amanda

We drove to the company in silence. Jason had an important meeting to attend. The driver was going to drop him off, then take me to my grandparents. I wanted to see them as soon as possible, else, I would go crazy with thinking and worrying.

"What's on your mind?" Jason looked up from his phone and stared at me emotionlessly. I had not yet recovered from the shock of his sudden desire to make reckless love to me a few hours ago, but the thoughts of Lena occupied my mind and kept me from dwelling on it.

"Nothing," I smiled wryly, hoping he'd let the conversation die, because I was in no mood for a chit-chat, especially not with him.

"You've met Lena, haven't you? Why aren't you asking me anything?"

I wondered why he was bringing Lena up. I had clearly been avoiding having any conversation concerning her with him.

"I have nothing to ask," I said briefly, not bothering to look at him.

"You're learning to mind your business," he laughed, throwing his hand with abandon, then, he took my hand and squeezed it, as though he were trying to hurt me. Well, he succeeded, "Pay no attention to us, just play your roles as a good housewife. After all, that was the reason I married you."

I struggled to free myself from his painful grip, and when I didn't succeed, I bit him hard, which made him scream in pain. The driver looked back momentarily but continued to drive. If he had interfered, he'd lose his job for sure.

Jason grabbed my neck with his two hands after he had recovered from the shock and pain of the bite. It was the first time I had retaliated to his violence. I didn't know what gave me such courage, but I was thankful for it.

I gasped for air, flailing my arms and begging with my eyes to be released, but Jason wasn't having any of it, "It seems you've grown wings, Amanda," he pressed harder, "you now challenge your husband, you filthy thing," his face was scrunched up, and his lips were pursed with determination. He was clearly disgusted.

"I wouldn't have any of this, anymore," he said, and continued, "Today, I'd kill you and send you to your dear father," I noticed that the driver had stopped by the side of the road, but I knew that he was too scared to help me. He wouldn't just lose his job if he did, Jason would also do everything to ruin his life, generally.

"J_Ja," I gasped for air. I could see my own death right before my eyes."

"Shut up, you bitch!" He repositioned himself on top of me in the car, making sure we were both lying down, and then he kissed me, licking my tears, and smiling sinisterly, while still choking me as though his life depended on it.

There was a knock on the car door, and Jason left me immediately. He quickly used a scarf that had been lying carelessly in the car to cover my mouth as I coughed vigorously, struggling to catch my breath, but I could barely notice. I was sinking into oblivion, and I was vaguely aware of my surroundings...

"Open this door, Sir," a man's voice rang out from the driver's window, but Jason wasn't having it. I felt him inject me with something. Whatever it was caused me to be unconscious immediately, because I was unaware of my surroundings, instantly.

********

I woke up with a slight headache, hungry as ever! I was about to get down and go and freshen up when I noticed the driver still sleeping with his head bent slightly at the edge of the bed. That was when it hit me. I was at the hospital!

Everything that had happened hours ago, in the morning, flooded into my memory. I must have slept for a long time because the room curtains were raised up, and it was very dark outside. As I made to step down from the bed, the driver woke up.

"Ma'am, you're up,' he sighed with relief, and I could see that he must have been very worried. My makeup had been cleaned off, and there were obvious bruises on my face and neck, "how are you feeling?" He helped me up and I sat upright on the bed, just a few meters away from him.

He held on to my hands as though his life depended on it. It was the first time I paid keen attention to him. I didn't know his name yet, but I had resolved to quit being passive about the people who worked for Jason. I needed to understand what was really going on.

The driver looked to be in his early thirties. He had on a white designer's T-shirt and blue jeans. He wasn't as hairy as Jason, but he had a beautiful face, you could almost mistake him for a lady, easily. He had the beauty of a woman and he looked pretty delicate.

"What's your name?"

"Anderson," he said and adjusted properly on his seat, "you've been asleep for twelve hours. I had to step out to get changed and get you something to eat at some point."

He was sweet and very kind, but I wasn't sure if it was all right to trust him. Maybe Jason put him up to this...

"I know what you're thinking," he said gently, "but Jason didn't ask me to do anything. He actually told me to take you to the hospital and return to the company shortly after; however, I couldn't. You needed someone by your side."

I smiled weakly and felt a sharp pain in my neck.

"I'll get the Doctor," Said Anderson who returned right after with a middle-aged woman trailing after him.

"How are you feeling? You were unconscious for some time," she took my hand and felt my pulse while looking at her wristwatch.

"I'm fine, Doctor," I said, trying to fake a smile.

"What happened?" She persisted, "What brought you to the hospital?"

"Well, she..." Anderson began to talk, but I cut him short abruptly.

"I'd rather not talk about it, ma'am," I said, hoping she'd let the matter die.

"You're covered in bruises young lady. Were you involved in a fight, or did someone beat you up?"

"Doctor, I'm fine. If you think I'm better and it's safe for me to go, then I would leave first thing tomorrow morning."

Seeing that I wasn't going to give in and talk to her, she stopped trying. Her eyes darted to my stomach and she said, "Are you aware that you are pregnant? You're probably some days gone. You should be careful. You don't want to lose your baby. You can leave in the morning. I'll give you some drugs and ointment before you leave."

Pregnant? How? How can it be? The last thing I wanted was to be pregnant with Jason's baby. No! This can't be happening!