Rise To Power: Death To My Billionaire Husband-Chapter 19: Her Sister-in-law Is Good

Anita shut her eyes, trapping the pain and heartbreak behind her eyelids. She didn’t know when the good man she married became a power hungry, greedy, selfish monster.

David was good. Too good that she’d feared at first that he was faking it. But the years with him proved he didn’t. But now...

"I was too young and reckless to see beyond my nose." Killian confessed, his grip on her arm loosening. "Our families were friends, yet your family didn’t render us help... that was what I thought.

"But I never hated you, Annette. I swear it, I never did... I admit I was mad at your family, but I realized they didn’t leave my family to destruction a little too late..." He sighed, passing a hand over his hair.

"You were already married when I realized the truth. And you seemed very happy with your husband, so I stayed away. Please, believe me, Annette, I would never hate you."

Anita opened her eyes, shaking his hand off. "It’s too late for that, Killian. I’ve moved on, and I don’t need your help, your sympathy, or so called protection..." when he couldn’t protect himself.

What could a person who worked a part time job at a hotel do? Anita believed he was talking about helping her because he felt pity for her, not because he had the power to.

Killian’s face twisted in a mixture of pain and regret, his eyes pleading for understanding. "Annette, please–" he whispered, but Anita cut him off, her voice cold and final.

"No, Killian. I don’t need you. I never did." With that, she turned on her black boots and stormed off.

Killian watched her leave, his jaw clenched and fists balled.

What was she up to?

....

Anita was driving back home, her mind reeling from her confrontation with Killian a while back.

She wondered why he was stalking her. Why wouldn’t he let her be? He was no longer a teenager or a young adult, but a full grown man, older than her by a month, yet he was still behaving like a freaking child!

What part of "stay away from me" was too hard for him to understand?

Her world was dangerous now. The last thing she wanted was to pull an innocent man into the troubled water.

No, she didn’t love him anymore, but at the same time, didn’t want to owe him anything.

Did she have to sue him for harassment, so the court would give him a restraining order before he’d know she meant every syllable?

As Anita’s thoughts swirled with frustration and anger, she didn’t notice the young lady running towards the road until it was almost too late.

Her heart racing, Anita slammed on the brakes. The tires screeched in protest as Anita’s car came to a sudden halt, just inches from the young lady.

Anita’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the young lady trembling in front of her car, her eyes wide with fear. She stumbled backward, her terrified eyes fixed on Anita’s car as she tried to catch herself from falling.

Anita’s heart was still from the realization that she had almost killed someone. She took a deep, shaking breath and turned off the engine.

But just as she was about to get out to check on the girl, she caught sight of Charlotte and a bunch of girls, dressed flimsily in the middle of the night, walking towards the startled girl, taunting her.

"What? I thought you were running straight to hell. Why did you stop? Ending your miserable life doesn’t sound so bad after all." Charlotte mocked and the others laughed.

The young girl, finally regaining her senses, bowed apologetically to Anita before turning to run away, but the near death experience had traumatized her, so she slumped and passed out.

Charlotte and her friends froze in their steps.

"I– is she dead?" a red haired lady asked. "Are we going to jail?" she pressed, panic lacing her voice.

"We need to leave immediately," the one with black hair stated, "I don’t want to go back abroad."

"I– I don’t want to be involved in a death situation, Charlotte. My family will not forgive me. I don’t want to ruin my dad’s political career." The petite red-haired girl spoke again, fear apparent in her face. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Stunned at first, Charlotte’s expression slowly settled into a sneer, "What are you scared of? If she dies or something bad happens, my sister-in-law will take care of it. She’s an expert at covering my tracks." She smirked, "None of us is going to jail."

Her gaze drifted to Anita’s car. The tainted window was slightly down. Anita could see and hear them, but those outside couldn’t see her clearly.

Moreover, the car was dark.

"Hey you!" Charlotte yelled towards the car, "You hit her, so her death is on you!" With that, Charlotte huffed, turned on her heels and walked away, murmuring under her breath about how her night had been ruined.

Her entourage of friends hurried after her with no one stopping to check on the unconscious young girl.

Anita gritted her teeth, her fists clenched tightly on the steering as she watched Charlotte leave.

Her sister-in-law was going to take care of it. She’s an expert at covering her tracks?

Anita scoffed.

Very well, Charlotte.

...

The next morning, Anita arrived at the hospital with a basket of fruit. She’d come to see the doctor in regards to her STDs and decided to check on the girl from last night.

Arriving at her ward, Anita hesitated at the door for a second, watching the girl who sat so still it was hard to tell if she was breathing. Her pale fingers twisted the edge of the hospital sheet, her shoulders slightly hunched, as if she expected someone to yell at her for taking up space.

Anita stepped in gently.

"Hi," she said, holding up the fruit basket. "I brought these. I thought you might need something sweet today."

The girl blinked, slowly turning her head toward Anita. Her expression was blank, her eyes unfocused – clearly not knowing who Anita was – but something in them stirred at the sound of kindness but she didn’t speak.

Anita placed the basket on the bedside table. "I was the one in the car last night," she said softly. "You ran out, and I nearly..." Her voice trailed off as a lump formed in her throat. "Are you alright?"

Still no answer. But this time, the girl’s eyes welled up with tears.

"I didn’t mean to scare you," Anita continued, pulling a chair closer. "And I didn’t mean to get involved, but I saw what happened."

That caught her attention.

The girl slowly turned her face fully toward Anita. Her voice, when it came, was rough from crying and exhaustion. "Are you... going to tell anyone?"

Anita raised a brow. "Do you want me to tell someone?"

Fear flashed across the girl’s face and she quickly shook her head. "Please, don’t report them. They’ll come for you and... and..."