MY WIFE IS A STRIPPER
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Patricia beat us without mercy, but I made sure every blow she landed hit me instead of Cilia. “Please, stop!” I begged, my voice shaking. I couldn’t stand to see Cilia suffer anymore. I used my body to shield her as Patricia kept hitting us, a cruel smile on her face. The physical pain was nothing compared to the pain I felt seeing Cilia in that condition.
“Don’t worry,” Patricia said with a sneer. “Your uncle will be joining you soon.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, trying to understand why she was doing this.
She smirked. “The elder, your uncle’s closest friend, has been blackmailing him. He’s always been jealous of your uncle, especially his success with the church.”
I felt a knot form in my stomach. “Why would he do that?”
Patricia’s smirk grew wider. “The elder has been one of my clients for a long time. One night, he secretly filmed me dancing in a hotel and sent the video to your uncle. That’s how your uncle found out his wife was a stripper.”
“No… it can’t be,” I whispered, struggling to process the information.
“Oh, but it is,” Patricia continued, her voice full of spite. “I confronted your uncle and made him pay the elder to keep quiet. But that wasn’t enough for me. I blackmailed your uncle too and took care of the elder myself. He thought he could outsmart me, but he was wrong.”
“Why are you doing all of this?” I asked, desperate to understand. “Why my uncle?”
Patricia’s expression changed, and I saw a hint of anger in her eyes. “Your uncle is responsible for my sister’s death,” she said, her voice trembling. “I killed the person who actually did it, and others involved, but when I was about to kill your uncle, he suddenly became ‘born again’ and started this church. It was the perfect cover for me to hide my past and run my smuggling business. Stripping wasn’t just about money it gave me power over men.”
Before I could say anything, a loud gunshot rang out from outside, interrupting Patricia. She froze, and one of her men rushed into the room, out of breath.
“Madam, we have a problem,” he said urgently. “The police have surrounded the place.”
For the first time, I saw fear on Patricia’s face. She looked at me, her confidence fading. “This isn’t over,” she said. “Not by a long shot.”
But as the sound of gun shot grew louder, it was clear that Patricia’s time was running out.
TO BE CONTINUED.
