Carrying An Heir For The Wrong Billionaire

AMELIAThe man stood tall, his face stern. His eyes hoovered around Noah, his eyes narrowing without uttering a word. His cold and deep green eyes lingered on my son's features. I pulled my son closer, my heart thumping.Then he turned to me. “Move your kid out of my way,” he said, his voice a low command and his expression unreadable. “If you can't control him, then don't bring him to places like this.”He looked away and strode past me, his steps calculated. I glanced back at him and my gaze flickered to a blood clotted bandage circling his wrist.I picked my son up in my arms, still staring at the man. His deep green eyes were boring in my memory. The striking resemblance to my son. It made my heart race.“Amelia!” A hand landed on my shoulder from behind. I turned to see Xander’s concerned face. “Amelia, are you okay?” Xander Fletcher was my only friend and best friend since childhood. He was always there for me, mostly in times of troubles. He accompanied me throughout my pregna

CONRADA year and half away, and now I was finally back home. I was back to the very place I despised. The same place that made me go to a rehabilitation centre for a year and half. It's strange how, despite everything my father did to me, he still wanted me to take over his company.But of course it's because I was the only person available for now and it would never be free. I could take over his company only if I married within a certain period.“Remember that everything you own is mine,” he had once said.Well, now that he has given me his company to manage, I planned to leave my mark everywhere until my father's name became nothing but a memory.A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. I remained standing by the window in my large bedroom, my gaze fixed on the gardener outside. Such lazy humans.The sky was clear, its blue hues casting a bright glow in my room. It was peaceful.“Come in,” I said, my voice sharp and low.The door slowly opened and Mr Colton Garrett, my per

CONRAD My brows furrowed as I glanced at the familiar yet strange figure in front of me.You? What are you doing here?” I asked. She slowly pulled her son closer to her, staring at me.She opened her mouth to speak, but shut it quickly. She just stared. Her silence was irritating and annoying.I tightened my jaw, tucked my hands in my pockets and strode to her. “When I ask a question , I expect an answer immediately,” I said, stopping a few inches away from where she stood.She tightened her grip on her son's hand and cleared her throat. “I came here to meet Mr Conrad Pierre,” she began, her voice firm. “I am his soon to be wife.”I narrowed my eyes, looking at her. “Soon to be wife? Who are you?”“Amelia Hughes, the substitute bride you wanted.”I scoffed. Substitute bride. She definitely wasn't pleased by that fact.“Momma, where are we?” the little boy asked, looking at her. My brows furrowed again as I glanced at him. He looked at me as if scanning my features. It was the same b

AMELIAI swallowed hard as I stood in front of Conrad, my heart racing. Clearly, he couldn't have seen me, could he? I was quick to leave before he had seen me, so why was he waiting here? I exhaled and strolled, trying to walk past him without breathing rapidly.“Hold on,” Conrad said, his voice sharp. I instantly stopped, the glass of milk nearly falling. For a moment, I stopped breathing, as I tried to stop my emotions from slipping out.Please let it not be that he caught me. “Yes sir?”He turned to face me and my eyes locked with Conrad's.“My father and Tristan Pierre will be arriving first thing tomorrow morning. I expect everything to be well prepared before their arrival. Tristan Pierre? I assumed it was his brother, but why was he calling him formally?“And by everything, I mean you and your son,” he continued. “If anyone asks you about your son or any other unnecessary questions, don't speak at all. The last thing I need is for people to start questioning me because you h

AMELIA He grinned from ear to ear, which made me uncomfortable. I stepped back, for protection—or fear. “Yes, I'm Amelia," I said, my voice shaky yet firm. “Who… are you?" His smile disappeared. He stared at me, arching his brows. " Really?” He asked, his voice bold. "Conrad didn't mention anything about me?”“Huh?" I tilted my head, as if trying to understand what someone staying upside down is saying. "It's alright. I'll introduce myself personally. I'm Tristan Pierre, Conrad's elder brother.”He smiled, stretching his hand forward for a handshake. I glanced at his hand, then back at his face.Tristan Pierre? The same Tristan I saw in that dusty picture? Wow. He looked far from what I saw there. He looked like Tristan before he got the money and fame. The kind of Mr Beast before and after his fame."No handshake? Alright then.” His voice pierced through my thoughts. I forced a smile, folding my hands behind me.“Conrad has mentioned you before, Mr Tristan." He shifted his gaze