He’s My Ruthless Billionaire
Chapter 54

Hailey's POV

He dragged me inside the room and threw me on the bed. I was quick to get up when he locked the door.

He looked at me with a rage I haven't seen in him for a long time.

"W-What happened, Robert?" I finally managed to ask the question.

"What happened? I told you, don't behave friendly with them!" he yelled.

"I was not!" I yelled back, not knowing why he was still mad after I did what he said. "I just talked enough to make them okay here. I can behave much better!"

"NO!!" he yelled, deafening my ears as he trapped me between the wall and him. "You don't do what I say anymore!"

"I do, Robert, I do!"

"No, you don't!" he was very near to my face. "You need a lesson"

I looked at him shocked by his changed behavior. He got a little away, enough so that I could get out of the captivated place.

"Lay on the bed" he commanded.

Without thinking twice, I went and lay on the bed. However bad he is, I know him well enough to know he will never sexually harass me.

He laid and hugged me from behind. My body stiffened at his touch.

"Now" he whispered. "I have some new rules for you"

I nodded my head, still trying to understand why he was suddenly behaving like this once again.

"You" he turned me around so that I was facing him. "Will do exactly what I say"

I nodded my head. I was trying to read his emotions, but I couldn't. He was very different from anyone I ever met. He was hurt, broken- but still didn't wanna get healed. "You will be my maid" he ordered and my eyes widened.

"What?"

"My. Maid" he emphasized each word. "And so, you will do whatever I say"

"B-But why?"

"Because you fucking sold yourself to me! For the money that is being used in your mother's treatment!" he yelled and realization crashed upon me.

What has gotten into me?

How can I forget that I was never married to him for love?

He bought me.

I sold myself for money.

He owns me.

He doesn't love me.

It was never any f*****g love story.

"Y-Yes" I accepted the reality.

He smirked and nodded. "So, from today, you will sleep on the floor, will only eat food that is my leftover, and will not come to my office"

Tears threatened to come out as my husband titled me as his maid. I was speechless.

"And, don't apply makeup"

"You could take everything away from me, right? I wish you don't take my clothes away!"

"Oh yeah" he smirked and the color faded from my face. "That is a great idea, my dear" "W-What?"

"Oh yeah" he smirked again and getting a little away, he started pulling my top out.

"N-NO! PLEASE!" I begged but he didn't stop.

I resisted taking it out, I kept my hands down. He became frustrated after a moment, and he tore my top.

"Oh God, NO please!!" my cries were like deaf words to him.

"R-Robert," I said as I covered my chest using my hands.

He smirked looking at me and in a swift moment, he pulled himself over me. He started kissing my lips.

My lips were bruised. He bit them so much, blood was coming out of all the corners and they were painting very badly. He moved to my neck and he started biting my skin.

I cried and begged him to stop, but he was acting like a monster. Leaving big hickeys all over my neck and almost till my cleavage, he didn't hesitate for a second.

"Please!" I yelled in the highest tone I could and I got his attention.

He was shocked and then I saw him looking at what he has done to me.

"I-I didn't do this, r-right?" he asked in a broken voice.

I was very shocked to react. Maybe because I couldn't understand him or maybe because today my doubt of him ever sexually harassing me just vanished.

"You... did" I replied and tears fell from my eyes.

"1-1..."

I stopped him by raising a hand. "Please... leave"

He looked at me with guilt-filled in his eyes. He then looked at my face and his eyes widened. "Y-Your lips..."

"I said leave!" I yelled and he nodded. I saw his eyes moistening and then he left the room.

Crying, I ran to the bathroom. I saw myself in the mirror and I was devastated. I was looking like a whore. I would have never felt this if he did this all-in love. But no. It was hate. It has always been hate. I wore a turtle-neck top and came out. He was not there, so I went and sat on the bed, thinking about what to do.

The door creaked open and I saw Robert. He was having several medicines in his hand.

"A-Apply this..." he spoke.

I looked at him, this time a hint of hatred in my eyes.

Yes, I swore I will never hate him.

But today?

Today, he crossed his limits.

"I-I.... I.... I am sorry, Hailey... I-I was not in my senses"

"You were not drunk" I objected.

"Y-Yes, I wasn't...." he explained. "I-I am going through AWS. I-I lose control over myself. I-I am sorry"

I looked at him, and the sincerity in his eyes was telling me that I should not think so much and let it go.

But should I?

"Y-Your lips," he said. "T-They are..."

"Bruised, I know" I interrupted. "It is okay"

"No, it is not!" he exclaimed back. "I-I will..."

"No, leave it," I told him. "I will manage"

He nodded and left the room. I don't know, where is he going.

I applied the medicine to my wounds and went downstairs. He was on the ground by the wall.

"Robert" I called. "Are you regretting?"

His eyes shot open and he stood up. I saw a tear in his eye. "More than I ever regretted anything. I-I am sorry. Please" "Okay..." I said.

"I-I swear on one thing. I-I will not kiss you or come near to you until you recover completely" he stepped back. "Huh?"

"That is my punishment. B-But you can punish me in any way"

I looked at him and trust me, I know he is sorry. "Kiss me"

He looked at me wide-eyed, before nodding in denial. "N-No. First, your lips are hurt, second, I swore I will not" "I want it. Do it now"