After running away from the room, Samantha made sure to lock it behind her. Naturally, she didn't care what happened to the pretty boy left inside. Rexhard wouldn't be stupid enough to kill him, not in a place where evidence could easily implicate him. Besides, she doubted Rexhard would bother; he wouldn't care who stared at her body. He only acted out of ego.
At most, the pretty boy would walk away with a black eye, which Samantha thought was a relatively lucky outcome. This was a hotel, after all. Rexhard had no access to clothes, money, or any way to leave. Painfully, he was now stuck with the boy Tyler a well thought out ironic punishment. And that wasn't even the worst of it. Rexhard had a very important meeting to attend the next day.
Samantha's company was a billion-dollar business empire, while Rexhard's was a mafia ancestral family something not generally accepted in the country. The government opposed empires like his due to their involvement in trafficking, drugs, and numerous other crimes, but it was only just a front, the people who called the shots in the country were the mafia organisation.
Imperio del Rex. was the number one mafia syndicate. They needed her business empire to legitimize themselves and step into the light, their relationship was one which they both used each other.
Samantha and Rexhard came from two completely opposing worlds, hers was in the light, his in the dark.
Her company's major shareholders, and her company.
"The Delacroix family", had built their reputation over decades. Samantha's empire ranked fifth among the top business empires, though it wasn't necessarily weaker than the number one. All top businesses were backed by mafia families, and now it was the Delacroix family's turn to rise. They had the backing of the most powerful mafia group, and she was their connection, as Rexhard's wife.
"Oh boy," she thought with a smirk.
Rexhard was in serious trouble now. Her empire knew him only as one of the largest shareholder, holding 19%, while she held 20%, Sophie held 2%, and her father owned 11%. The remaining shares were distributed among the rest of the board. Samantha didn't know how Rexhard managed to acquire so much of her company, nor did she want to pry. She was certain it had been achieved through violence.
Now, she had her revenge. She'd made him a cuckold on their wedding night and ensured his failure in his attempts to integrate into her company.
She had built this empire with her own sweat and hard work, brick by brick. There was no way she'd let Rexhard steal her show on a platter of gold.
With that thought, her excitement bubbled over as she stepped outside. She could practically taste his rage. Oh, the pure ecstasy of it!
As Samantha stepped into the elevator, she couldn't help but smirk, her reflection in the polished mirrors of the floor showed her apparent joy for Rexhard's plight. She imagined him pacing the room like a caged animal, it was a shame the rooms were sound proof, the joy of hearing Rexhard scream her name in anger would be bliss.
Meanwhile, upstairs, Rexhard was seething. The little brat had outmaneuvered him. His gaze darted around the room, taking in every detail, searching for a way out.
Rexhard was livid.
"Samantha!" he roared, his voice echoing through the room.
Calling him livid was an understatement, he was hailing with fury. He cursed under his breath, trying to rein in his temper as he assessed his situation.
First, he needed to calm down. Yes, his phone…
"Damn it!"
She had taken it. When she'd been on the bed, distracting him with her sexy body. she had slipped it away. His keys were gone, too. With no contact to the outside world, he was completely trapped.
She had planned this.
Rexhard had thought his biggest problem was dealing with the company shareholders. He hadn't realized his own wife was working against him.
Now, painfully, he was stuck in a hotel room with Tyler, the pretty boy she'd left to humiliate him. Samantha's plan had worked flawlessly, she left him with blue balls, a cuckolding humiliation, and a gigolo to stare at.
At that moment, Rexhard wanted nothing more than to wring her neck and spank the living daylights out of her.
After taking a moment to compose himself, he stood up and turned his glare to Tyler. The boy stared at him nervously. Rexhard sneered. He'd learned that Tyler was one of the gigolos working under Samantha's empire.
"Interesting," Rexhard muttered to himself, his tone icy. "You're lucky you're of some use. You'll be worked to death."
Then he walked to the door. It was smooth and featureless, no handle, only a slot for a keycard, which Samantha had taken.
By this time the elevator chimed at the lobby, Samantha had smoothed her expression, wearing the look of a composed businesswoman. The hotel staff greeted her politely as she strode through the opulent hall, heels clicking against the marble floor.
What about the landline? Simultaneously Rexhard said.
Every hotel room had a line to reception. He moved to check, only to find it was blocked.
Rexhard's jaw tightened. He resisted the urge to punch the wall.
The ceiling? No, it was reinforced. The windows? He was too high up.
Swearing under his breath, he sat back down.
Samantha might have outplayed him this time, but boy! will he make her regret it.
Downstairs, Samantha slid into a sleek black car waiting at the curb. The driver, a middle-aged man with a neutral expression, held the door open for her. As she settled into the plush leather seat, she pulled out Rexhard's phone, her fingers flying across the screen.
With a satisfied sigh, she leaned back and watched the city lights blur past.
"You," Rexhard barked, pointing a finger at Tyler. "Stand up."
Tyler hesitated before obeying, his slender frame trembling under Rexhard's intense and angry glare.
"What's your name again?"
"Tyler," he stammered, his voice barely audible.
Rexhard's lip curled into a sneer. "Of course it is. Do you know who I am, Tyler?"
The boy nodded hesitantly. "Y-yes, sir."
"Good." Rexhard's tone was venomous. "Then you know how stupid it was to get involved with her."
Tyler swallowed hard, his eyes darting to the locked door. "I didn't.. she hired me. I didn't know
"Spare me your excuses." Rexhard's voice was cold. "The only reason you're still breathing is that I might need you. Understand?"
Tyler nodded quickly, his fear apparent.
"Good." Rexhard turned his attention back to the room, scanning it for other potential escape routes. His mind raced, he couldn't lose to his wife.
Suddenly, Rexhard's sharp gaze landed on the air vent above the bed. It was small, but it might be his only option. He turned back to Tyler, a dark grin spreading across his face.
"You're going to help me," he said, his tone low and menacing.
"Help you?" Tyler squeaked, taking a step back.
"Yes," Rexhard said, already moving toward the vent. "Unless you'd rather I throw you out the window instead."
Tyler quickly shook his head, his fear overriding any hesitation.
Rexhard couldn't believe, one day he'd be forced to crawl through an air vent.
He was Mr Black the sole owner of the Imperio del Rex. To think one day he'd be forced to crawl through a vent because of a woman.
There's no way he'd bring himself to do something so unsightly.
Turning away from Tyler crawling inside the vent he turned to the door, his anger so palpable the room seemed to turn into an inferno.
By God… Rexhard thought grimly. "If I see Samantha again, even for a second, I'll kill her."