MARRIED TO MR POPULAR : Season 2 Episode 31 – The End
(Couple’s R0mance)
Season_2
Episode 38
By: Faith Lucky.
Bethel’s Pov:
I couldn’t tell why the boys tied me up after bringing me back to the room. I thought the so called boss said he didn’t want me to get hurt?
I was so restless and scared – and confused. What did Jackson father mean by saying I was his daughter? Was that a lie or what?
Of course, it was a lie! There was no way that could be true. He can’t possibly be my father. I mean, I wouldn’t be here in the first place – tied up like a slave.
I breathed out deeply. What could his reasons be for bringing me here? Whatever they are, they’re definitely not good. How do I get out of here?
Oh God! My baby.
Thank goodness there was no bleeding yet. At least, it meant the baby was still safe. I just hope I get out of this alive.
I hope Ryan gets to meet complete with his baby. I hope nothing goes wrong.
Suddenly, the door opened and two boys came in, one holding a knife.
I furrowed my brows in surprise and wondered what they were up to again.
“Hold her down” one of the boys said and the other came to me and pinned me to the floor.
What?
“Hey! What’re you doing??” I shrieked.
He stretched out my hand and made sure I couldn’t move it and since I was tied up, it made it easy for him.
Oh my God!!
The first boy knelt on floor and brought the knife to my hand.
“No!! Let me go!! What’re you doing? Let me go!!” I screamed in fright as the thought dawned on me.
He placed the knife on my wrist and started making a cut on it.
“Arghhhhhh” I screamed at the top of my voice.
Oh my God!
No!!
The door opened immediately and Jackson came in, holding a small gun.
He shot at the two boys in a flash and they fell flat on the floor immediately.
It was a silent shot and wouldn’t be noticeable to those outside.
“Ahh” I released a light scream as I flinched at the terrifying sight in front of me.
Oh my God! No, no,
Please, no!
Jackson came towards me and I felt like entering into the wall to prevent him from touching me.
I was so scared. My heart was beating like a party drum.
He came to where I was and squatted in front of me, then took my hands and started untieing me.
“What’re you…What’re you doing?” I asked in fear, my voice wavering as I spoke.
“I’m getting you out of here” he replied coldly and tried hastening up with the rope.
I was gobsmacked and wondered what he meant. He’s trying to get me out of here??
“My father lied to me; he lied to us” he paused and looked into my eyes, anger reflecting in his.
“He’s also your father” he said and my jaws dropped.
What?
No; He’s just lying.
“I know you have a lot of questions, but there isn’t enough time. But the most important thing you should know is, we’re siblings and that man out there used me just the same way he’s trying to use you to get to your mother! He’s nothing but a selfish being! And he’s ready to kill you just to get your mother’s company”.
He finished untieing me and helped me stand, but I withdrew my hands from his immediately.
“You’re lying to me” I said, rather tearfully
“I know its hard to believe. I couldn’t believe it myself when he told me about it right after I tried to rappe you!
He forced me into dating you just to achieve his selfish interest. He’s only cared about himself and neither of us.
“He wants your mum to sign the company to him and since she’s dallying, he sent these boys to cut off your hand and send it to her as a warning.
He’s heartless and is ready to kill you.”. He explained angrily, but making sure his voice was low.
I shook my head and moved back. Tears were already running down my cheeks.
“Are you trying to say…you’re my brother?” I asked, perplexed.
“Yes, Bethel. I’m your step brother.
“Please, we don’t have any more time. If you value your life, you’ll come with me right away” he said and headed for the door.
I looked at the floor and wept. The whole thing was too much for me. I couldn’t take it
“Bethel!” He growled from the door and looked at him, more tears streaming down my cheeks.
How’s it possible? He’s my brother?
And.. That terrible man is my father?? The father I’ve been hoping for my entire life??
I wept more.
Then, I suddenly cleaned my face and ran to the door to meet him. The most important thing was getting out of here first.
He stretched out his hand towards me and slowly, I placed my hand on his and we left the room together.
The passage was dark and quiet, but I was still scared. How can we successfully get out of this building with all the boys around? How’s it possible?
I placed my free hand on my tummy and prayed for our safety. I just want to get out of this alive.
Oh, God! Please.
Jackson kept running quietly with me until we left the passage and came out to a large room.
Unfortunately, we met three boys – smoking there.
“Jackson?” One of them called in surprise, probably because he was with me.
Jackson took hold of his gun and fired at them immediately, before they could think of using theirs.
They groaned and fell on the floor.
Oh, my God!
I flinched and covered my mouth with my palm to prevent me from screaming
Jackson took hold of my hand again and resumed running with me.
We ran out of the door and busted out in the main compound.
But, the gate was too occupied with armed men and there was no way we could pass through it.
Jackson, still holding my hand, scuttled with me to a dark corner.
“I’ve called Ryan already” he whispered as we scuttled along.
What?
“I’ve given him the location where he’s to pick you up. Although,I asked him to come alone, but I know him, he’ll definitely come with the police.
Just make sure you two are far away before the police take over because once they do, the entire place will turn into a battle ground”.
I gulped nervously and took in a deep breath. I felt like throwing up.
Suddenly, I did. I couldn’t control the feeling and I had to puke.
I held my tummy as I stopped and vomited it all on the floor.
“Bethel” Jackson muttered my name.
I held onto the wall for support as the sick feeling came driving in.
Jackson wrapped his hand around my waist and helped me up.
“Are you okay?” He asked in an unfeigned perturbed voice.
“I’m fine…I’m fine” I replied weakly and used the tip of my torn shirt to clean my lips.
We turned from the wall and saw two boys running towards us with guns.
Oh, God!
Jackson pointed his own at them and shot at the first one. But before he could reach for the second one, a bullet had already hit at me.
Oh, goodness!
The second one shot at me!
“Hah!!!” I gasped as I fell on the floor, holding my left hand which was shot.
Jackson took care of him immediately before rushing to me.
“Bethel!!” He called as he dropped to a crouch in front of me.
My head became hot and muddled as I felt excruciating pains on my shoulder.
Blood was gushing out.
“No; no. Stay with me! Come on!” Jackson said and carried me up in his arms.
He continued running with me till we got to a dead end and he placed me down on the floor, making sure I was standing on my feet.
“Bethel please, I need you to climb this fence. Please” he said desperately and started pushing me upwards.
I fought back the pains and struggled to climb the fence with one hand.
Luckily, I did. But when I got to the other end, I couldn’t jump down from it. I just fell to the floor like a log of wood and the pains in my hand increased as it landed roughly on the floor.
“Argh!!” I yelped in pains and held the hand tight.
Oh, God!
Jackson came climbing down from the fence as well.
“Hey, hey, Bethel” he called lowly and came to me on the floor.
“It’s okay, you’ll be fine. We’re out of the building already” he assured me as I fixed my gaze on the dancing stars.
My lungs were becoming dry.
He carried me up in his arms and continued running with me. I couldn’t even speak anymore. All I could do was struggle to maintain my breath.
I was beginning to lose it.
He ran with me for a long time till we got to the dark empty road and he stopped beside it, making me lie on his legs while he knelt on the floor.
“Hold on, Bethel. Ryan will be here soon” he said hastily as he narrowed his eyes around.
My head was on his legs and I stared at him weakly in the face.
His dilated eyes kept looking around the road.
I couldn’t believe he was my brother – the only sibling I had.
I felt my strength leaving me. My lids were becoming too heavy and I tried to close them.
“Bethel! Hey, hey” he shook me gently, forcing my eyes open.
I fluttered them open and stared into his. His hands were on my hair.
“You’re gonna be fine, okay? I promise you. Just stay with me, please.” He stated.
I don’t know if it’s as a result of my blur vision, but it seemed his eyes became watery.
“I’m so sorry” he winced, looking into my eyes tenderly.
“I’m so sorry for hurting you all these while. Sorry for everything I’ve done. My father made me believe to show mercy was weakness. He made me who I am.
“I grew up, wishing I had a sibling – wishing I had someone to play with and protect. I never knew I was hurting that little wish all these while.”
He paused and bent his head and then, the water in his eyes became clear to me;
He was crying.
“I’m sorry, Bethel. I hope you can forgive me. The truth is, I’d never do anything to hurt my own sister”. He added ruefully.
I was too weak to speak and slowly, I lifted my hand and placed it on his cheek.
I stared at him pathetically, wishing I could say everything I wanted to say.
I wish he could read through my mind.
“Jackson…” I called faintly, my bloody hand on his cheek.
He chuckled and held the hand, giving it a tender hold in his.
The moment seemed to be just faultless and unexceptionable – something that couldn’t be expressed.
The stars seemed to be twinkling right in front of my very eyes.
Everything seemed…glorious.
He chuckled lightly, my hand still in his.
Suddenly, there were flashes of motor lights and he exhaled.
“He’s here. You’ll be fine, Bethel” he said.
He k!ssed me on the forehead and placed my head gently on the floor before standing up.
What? Where was he going?
He stared at me for a short time before running away. Where will he go? Why’s he running away?
Oh, no.
What if something happens to him?
I felt like calling him back, but couldn’t. I was too weak.
I watched him run away and took a corner.
The cars finally got to where I was and I heard police sirens.
I couldn’t move my neck to check them out, but the first person I saw was Ryan, running to me like someone being chased.
“Bethel?” He called in shock when he got to where I lay.
His eyes were almost bulging out.
Despite how weak I was, I still managed a light smile.
“Ry…” I tried to call his name.
He fell on his knees immediately, beside me, his eyes drooping.
“What did they do to you?” He asked faintly as he looked at my bleeding arm.
A tear came dropping from his eye.
He sniffed and quickly carried me up – his breath wavering.
The whole place was noisy and I couldn’t understand what was going on.
“Get the car ready!” Ryan yelled as he ran with me to the car.
And I finally fell alseep in his hands.
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MARRIED TO MR POPULAR : Season 2 Episode 31 – The End
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