You Can Run But You Can't Hide My Contractual Wife

Chapter 414: The Love She Couldn't Have

“Run!” The fat woman shouted as she gathered the four men's attention.

Mark was confused.

Now, she was in danger as the men were running to avenge her.

Mark was definite that with the four men carrying some weapons, that woman couldn’t survive.

The woman ran in indifferent directions while the four men kept chasing her.

Mark quickly jumped inside his car and drove away.

“Hop in!” He shouted as he stopped the woman while she was about to cross the street.

The woman stopped and her expression was quite hesitant but seeing the four men getting closer to

them, she had no time to think.

She quickly entered Mark’s car then he swiftly maneuvered the car.

The four men stopped panting while cursing them shouting repeatedly in the air.

“Hold on tight!” Mark droved fast like they were like flying in the air.

“Wohooo!!!” The woman shouted in the air like she was fulfilled escaping the four men.

After a while, they stopped.

Mark looked at her frowning.

“Why did you save me there?” He asked with deep curiosity.

In his life, he didn’t believe in goodness.

Goodness comes with something in exchange.

This woman just saved him out of nowhere.

Did she need money?

Or what did she want from him?

The street was always for the crook people.

Poor, unwanted, no shelter, abandoned.

People forcefully learned to do bad things to live and to survive day by day.

After his question, the woman grinned. “I heard you are mad Mark, is that really you boy?” Then

suddenly, she sounded with familiarity in how she said things.

Mark still frowned deeply.

He was thinking of someone but he couldn’t get her completely.

“Do you know me?” Mark asked with a big question mark on his expression.

She nodded repeatedly.

Then she smiled.

“Wow! What can I say!” She uttered with her eyes sparkling. “You are now a big time!” Her eyes

wandered inside his luxurious car. “Look at you, so handsome. Is that really you? Are you really, mad

Mark?” The woman asked in disbelief.

Her eyes grew wider.

Mark was still puzzled by the woman’s identity.

He could not still remember her.

She was just smiling at him like she didn’t want to introduce herself to him and let alone him guess who

she was.

“Do I… happen to offend you in the past?” He just wanted to be sure because he knew he had many

enemies in the past and trusting wasn’t his option before until now.

He only had himself and no one else.

The woman smirked and shook her head meaningfully.

Her eyes were teasing him.

Mark felt uncontented by her mysterious identity.

He didn’t like being tricked as his eyes turned impatient.

“Okay! Okay! Okay!” The woman raised her hands in the air to avert the topic. “I think, you have to give

me something in return for saving your life, big time.” The woman blurted out.

Mark heaved a sigh.

Just what he was expecting.

No one could do good deeds today without any return and he never expected too much from one of her

kind.

A bit disappointed, he spoke directly, “Name your price.”

The woman looked at him seriously then she smirked. “Hmmm… a bun will do,” She answered with a

smile.

Hearing her, Mark was taken aback.

It was the only time, the person's identity inside his mind that he was trying to revive suddenly

appeared. “Greta????” He sounded surprised and shocked in one.

Greta was smiling as she nodded.

“What should I call you now, big time? Or boss?” She asked.

Mark was still in disbelief.

He couldn’t believe seeing her again after very long years.

She saved his life before and now, she saved him again.

What a coincidence but for Mark, it wasn’t.

They meant to see each other again.

It was fate.

Greta was always his protector.

“Wow! It’s really you!” Mark uttered smiling. “But… what happened? I thought you left life in the street.

Why are you in that shabby tent? Why are you still in the street?” When all he could think in the past

was Greta was already living a good life with her sister, he was wrong.

Seeing Greta’s filthy clothes and look, he could easily tell that she didn’t make it.

Upon hearing Mark’s questions, the smile on Greta’s face and the sparks in her eyes quickly

disappeared.

She heaved a very heavy sigh like it was the weight she was carrying every day.

“Well, I tried to dream and hope but you see… the world was too cruel to me.” Greta started to share

her story.

She smirked again before she continued. “My sister did everything to send me to school but then she

was captured doing illegal activities in the neighborhood. All her creditors were chasing me so I have to

run from place to place. Continued living in the street alone and same as usual, go back to stealing and

accepting illegal activities. Back to where I belong.” Greta sounded very dispirited but trying not to show

this kind of emotion to him.

So, all the while, Greta lived back in the street all these years.

It seemed that people who were living in the street were not only the poor, and the abandoned but also

those people who didn’t have a chance. Those people who dreamt and hoped but failed.

Those people who were greatly affected by the cruelty of the world.

Those people who were deprived of luck and even little good things that the world could offer.

Mark heaved a sigh.

If only he knew, maybe he could do something about Greta but it was too late.

“Where’s your sister now?” Mark asked. Maybe he could do something about it since he felt the heavy

weight she carrying.

Greta looked down. “She was killed.”

Mark was stunned.

He wanted to ask more but he felt too much for Greta.

He chose not to interrogate her awful life anymore.

“So now that you know my story, you can drop me anywhere. You know me, I can always find my

shelter like a stray cat,” Greta was smiling now.

“Those four men will look for you, Greta because you saved me again. From now on, you are not going

to live in the street anymore. You are going to live with me.” Mark said firmly.

Greta was stunned.

She didn’t expect to meet Mark again and will have an instant home.

Greta smiled. “Are you sure? Are you not playing tricks with me, boy?” Greta asked to confirm if she

didn’t just mishear it.

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Mark looked at her seriously then he nodded. “Yes. But don’t ever call me that again. I forbid you. The

past is the past. Do you understand?” Mark said sternly.

“Yes, boss!” She gestured doing a proud salute to him. “From now on, I will call you boss. And in return,

I will be loyal to you and do everything you wanted me to do.” She said proudly.

"Well, that's better!" Mark smiled as he felt satisfied with Greta’s words.

Then he started the engine and drove away.

Greta was true to her words.

He shared with her his plan and the more Greta liked it knowing about Trishia Meyer was involved in

the cycle.

Another coincidence, she said, and a very, very small world.

She was determined to avenge his sister.

Before her sister died, she wrote her a letter.

This letter was kept in the police station and was handed to her after her sister was found dead in an

abandoned warehouse.

There, she wrote about Trishia Meyer.

It seemed that her sister knew that she was going to die as she offended the only daughter of Senator

Meyer.

Greta showed the letter to Mark.

Mark promised Greta that he would give her what she wanted.

The time that she could avenge her sister but then it went awful.

They underestimated Trishia Meyer.

Mark was snapped back to his senses when his phone rang. He answered.

“How much?” The man asked directly.

“Same price the usual,” Mark replied.

“Oh no… the gasoline went up and so did my service.” The man said with a teasing tone. “Double.” He

demanded.

For a while, Mark didn’t answer.

Then he gripped his phone hard, “Deal,” He agreed then the man dropped the call.

He was not doing illegal things but he learned to hire services from people and he was using the Sky’s

money.

He enjoyed it a lot.

The man who called him was a very powerful man.

Though his service was so expensive, Mark couldn’t think of anyone who could have the dirty guts and

tricks, especially Bill Sky’s name was attached to the case.

He was confident enough that this man could get out Greta of prison.

With his thoughts, Mark heaved a sigh then he threw his phone on the couch.

His eyes pierced into a picture of the headline.

The wedding of the century.

Bill Sky and Trishia Meyer’s wedding.

People and the media were talking about this wedding that would happen tomorrow.

It was the talk of the town and abroad.

Then, Mark smirked meaningfully.

He stood up, and press the intercom attached to his wall. “Mr. Hendrick, prepare my suit,” Mark ordered

his old butler.

Back in the hospital, Arabella was still waiting for Damien.

She planned to stay in his house for a while until she could find another apartment that she could rent.

She was determined to open a school where she could teach piano lessons.

She was very hopeful that she could get over Bill Sky.

First, she had to get a new apartment then she would find a job.

Either way, she had to do something for herself.

She had to uplift herself and be the better version of herself.

This is for herself and Adam, her son.

She wanted Adam to be proud of her as his mom.

Starting a new life wouldn’t be easy for her but she had to start rather than never giving it a try and

dwelling on the love she couldn’t have.

Enough chasing and forcing herself on someone.

She had done everything and still, it didn’t work out.

She was tired and shattered but she would get over it.

She could get over it for her son.

It would be very hard but she knew that this sadness would get through over time.

Time would heal everything and the right time would come eventually.

You just need to take a breath and wait until you are fully healed.

Arabella was hopeful that she could eventually get over Bill Sky.

After a while, she was snapped back to her senses when her door opened.

“I’m here.” Damien appeared in a rush.

Arabella was happy to see him.

Damien quickly went over to her and checked on her. “Are you okay? Are you sure you can go home

now?” He asked worriedly. His expression was worried and at the same time angry with her situation.

“I’m fine, Damien. Can you help me out now?” She asked quickly as she didn’t want to spend another

minute in the hospital.

Damien heaved a sigh. “Okay, I will process your release. Just wait for me.” Damien quickly stormed

out.

After quick minutes, he was back with a wheelchair.

Arabella felt satisfied that she finally got to go out of this place.

Damien assisted her to sit in the wheelchair.

Damien’s expression seemed to have so many questions for her but he chose to keep silent.

He was just contented that Arabella remembered him and called him for help.

He thought, Arabella already forgot him.

He went crazy finding her but he couldn’t.

Lira was there for him following and always stayed by his side.

Now that Arabella was with him, he intended to ask Lira to move out of his place.

He just wanted to have Arabella and cope with the lost time that they didn’t see each other and be

together like they were abroad.

On the other hand, Arabella was excited to share her plan with Damien.

She knew he could have his support.

Damien was good at composing songs and playing instruments so maybe they could work together.

They could put up a music school.

Instead of just playing the piano, the students have their options now.

They could opt to learn how to play guitar, bass, and drums.

Also, how to plot notes in their compositions.

With her thoughts, she got more excited.

She was very determined with her plan and she knew Damien would agree to her.

Damien was always there for her and he never made her disappointed.

She knew she could have his support on this.

Arabella couldn’t wait to tell Damien about her plan until they stopped.

They were about to take the elevator but Damien stopped in the hallway.

She quickly looked at the person who was standing in front of them and caused them to stop.

Bill Sky

He was standing powerfully and looked at her sharply.

She thought, when he was inside her room, that was the last time she could see him personally.

She never thought, she could see him too soon.

Never had she expected to see him again that quickly.

Arabella lowered her head.

She didn’t want to see him as she was afraid of herself.

Maybe she would beg him to go back to her and cancel his wedding with Trishia because that was

what her heart wanted her to do.

Of course, Arabella didn’t want that to happen.

She just wanted to concentrate on healing her heartaches and not add another.

She wanted to totally get over him and she had nothing to do with him anymore as he already made

their relationship clear to her.

He already dumped her just like that.

After all her efforts, he still dumped her because according to him, that was all his plan.

Dumping her for her to feel what was feeling of being abandoned like what she did to him and Adam.

What more she could argue?

She accepted all his words because fighting with him and defending herself against him was futile.

He would still believe Trishia and it seemed his lost memories of her weren’t that important to him.

He was confident and fully satisfied living without those memories.

All she could do was wish him happy with his marriage.

“Let’s go,” With head and shoulders low, she asked Damien in a soft dispirited voice.

Damien looked at Bill Sky with disdain then he pushed the wheelchair passed him.

Bill was unmoved but then an unexpected thing happened.

Bill suddenly grabbed Arabella's wheelchair causing them to another stop.