Okay, this must be a dream because… I started biting my inner cheeks, and when it didn't change anything, I started slapping my cheeks.
“Mrs. Roberts, you need to calm down.” The doctor said his voice was soft. “It's not a dream, it's true; your baby is alive and healthy.” The director reassured me, realizing how unsettled I was after hearing the news. Well, he seemed to be the only person I could trust for now. He had a wedding ring on his finger, and even though that never stopped a man, I still respected a married man, so, clearing my voice, I asked that the doctor and nurse give us the room. They didn't hesitate; the nurse said she would be back with my breakfast, and I nodded, thanking her in my heart, as I didn't have enough voice for her, but I was surely hungry—that I couldn't deny. “How are you feeling?” The director asked after the door was closed, and I forced a smile, shifting slightly, “The two nurses begged and told me your sister put them to the task.” “You can't call my sister, please. None of my family can know I'm here. I–” “I know; that’s the reason I didn’t call any of your family. I did my research on you; you're actually quite popular.” “For all the wrong reasons.” I scoffed. “No, no, no, I mean, apart from the surrogate part and the recent scandal, I read somewhere that you're a strong, good woman; you once saved your husband's company, the Roberts, not to mention you run his two restaurants here in ATL.” “Yes, um, thank you for this.” I saw what he was doing, he was trying to encourage me. “No problem, I’m sure you will be a good mother. Are you going to tell him?” He asked a question that I've been avoiding in my head. I didn't respond; I mean, there was nothing to say, as I wasn't sure he wanted this baby either, but for what it's worth, I will try. “Can I borrow your phone?” “Yes, sure, here…” He quickly reached into his pockets and got his phone, then, after unlocking it, he handed it to me. “She's lucky,” I said as his ring came into view. He looked at his finger for a moment, and a smile appeared on his lips. “I'm the lucky one.” He said, and I nodded before turning my focus to the phone screen, as for a second I wished Rodrigo and I were like that, but, well, just like it has always been, I was just a placeholder. “I am going to check on that breakfast and get you some clean clothes, and remember, you can come with me today if you can't face your family. My wife will be—” “Happy to have you, whoever you are. Nice to meet you.” He was cut off by a beautiful blonde woman who came in without knocking. Well, she walked straight to him and kissed him, and looking at her finger, I quickly figured she was his wife. “Honey, I wasn't expecting you.” He asked, placing his hands on her waist. “Well, you said you were very worried for this patient; you even slept here. I had to come and see for myself—oh my god, is this Valeria Wilson?” She gasped when she faced me. Now, I didn't like that I was literally trending on the news as a crazy woman, so I looked away as tears started pricking the corners of my eyes. “Honey, let’s give her a moment.” I heard the director say, and the wife agreed immediately as they left. I knew that when I heard the door slam. “Hold it, Val, hold it…” I covered my mouth, stopping the sobs from escaping my mouth. “You're pregnant; you have to be strong for your baby,” I whispered, and it worked, as I suddenly felt a rush of energy. Taking advantage of that, I concentrated on what I wanted to do. First, I logged in with my details so I could have access to my photos, as I had pictures of all my credit cards. It was easy to log into my bank account then, and seeing none of my money was taken or frozen, I still had a quarter of a million, which was surely not enough living in Atlanta, especially with a baby on the way, as I wasn't sure what the Wilsons and Roberts had in store for me. I logged into my cryptocurrency account and saw I only had about a hundred thousand worth of currency. Now, this is a smart way to keep money if you're from a family like mine. Well, it wasn't enough, so with one plan, I tried to buy more, but it was declined. I needed about a million, at least, before I went and told Rodrigo I hadn't lost his baby. I first had to make sure I had money hidden in case he was in on it with them. I knew I was wasting minutes, so I asked the nurse to place the tray of food on my lap, and I started eating because, well, I was starved, but while I was holding food in my right hand, my left had dialed my bank contact. “Valeria Roberts, I tried to pay for cryptocurrency, but it was declined. Now, before that, I made sure to check my balance, and I have more than two hundred thousand. Also, there was no alert about my account having problems.” “Alright, Mrs. Roberts, just give me a moment.” The bank customer care person said, and I nodded my head even when she couldn't see me since my mouth was stuffed with food. She sure took a damn minute before asking if I was still on the line. “I'm here, so can I buy my cryptocurrency now?” I wanted to do this now before they freeze my accounts. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Roberts, but you can’t do anything with that account.” “Excuse me?” “Your husband, or rather, ex-husband—” “Ex-husband?” I don't remember signing any divorce papers. “Yes, Mr. Roberts asked us to freeze all your accounts, including the ones from other banks. He said you are not in a state to make any financial decisions, so to get this sorted, you would have to speak to him.” “Are you serious right now?” “I'm sorry, Mrs., but my hands are tied.” “I’m the owner of the account.” “Really sorry, now would you like me to help you with some–” I ended the call in her ear, the audacity. Shit. Hmm, I guess there's only one thing to do. Meet my husband!ILLINOIS, CHICAGOV A L E R I AI sipped on my glass of water before responding, “You can spend the money however you want, Ms. Single; you deserve it.”“I know I do, and it wouldn't have been possible without you, Ms. Sterling. I can't thank you enough.”“Trust me, your commission was enough.” I laughed.“Well, you know he's a politician. I thought I wouldn't win. I mean, he did try to bribe you with more than my commission, so I am grateful for your faithfulness.”“Again, you don't have to thank me; I was just doing my job, and besides, I didn't do this alone.”“I know you didn't; that's why I'm inviting you and your team out for a wild night. I'm spending my settlement on a strip club; you should come.”“I will pass the invite to my team, but I can't; I'm busy,” I said, looking at the box of puzzles on my desk.“Come on, I know you're a divorce attorney, but even lawyers have fun.”“You do know that I have plans.”“Oh, if it's a man, then take it from me, have fun, bounce on dick o
I don't know where I was headed, but I was now in my car, on the road, stepping on the pedal.She can't go. I can't let her go. I love her; I do, and she deserves to experience the love she has been giving for years.“Drive, fuck!” I hit the horn as the fuck in front of me drove like a sick bastard.My phone was ringing. I knew who that was; it had to be Aaliyah or Madeline since Oscar didn't have the guts to face me, but I didn't give a shit. I needed to stop Valeria. I mean, there was no stopping her now, but I needed to get to her, to bring her back.I didn't realize I was driving to the airport until I was parking there. Shit, was I losing my mind?After parking the car, I removed the seatbelt and was going to get out when someone entered through the passenger seat. I was ready to pull out my gun until I saw it was Christian.“Boss—”“Don't boss me. Did you book my flight?” He shook his head with a sorry look, and I joined everything in my head. I held him by his shirt collar, and
R O D R I G OI sipped on my glass of scotch before I adjusted the computer so I could have a better view of my son.He was in PE class; they were playing basketball, and I must admit my son was talented. He knew how to work with the ball.“Mr. Roberts?” A voice snapped me back to reality, and turning that way, I saw the panicked man standing in front of me.“What?”“I wanted to know if you want to go to the field for a better view, of course.”“Get out.”“Sir?”“I hate repeating myself.”“Okay, sir. Whatever you say.” He bowed, hesitated before turning toward the door. I thought he had left until I heard his annoying voice at this point: “Would you like a cigarette, maybe?” he asked. I could see the fear in his eyes, which told me a cigarette wasn’t what he wanted to offer me first.“How does a school have cigarettes?”“I’m the principal, the same way I have alcohol is the—”“No, now get out before I change my mind and cut your head.” Shit, he was sweating like a pig. I mean, for a p
The beeping sound of machines was tormenting, with the smell of disinfectant accompanying it. I quickly figured I was in a hospital.I tried to figure out when I got here and how when I felt a hand gently caressing mine, it was rough, comforting, and weirdly familiar. I shot my eyes open and was met with the white ceiling. I sat up and quickly turned to my right since that's the hand that was caressed.“You're awake, get the doctor, she's awake!” He weirdly sounded worried.Yes, it was Rodrigo, my husband, well, soon-to-be ex-husband.I shouldn't have, but I was strangely glad.“Don't worry, the doctor will come and check on you now; just stay calm, okay?” He said, still not leaving my hand, which made me look down at it.Was I in heaven? Because the last thing I remember was him asking for a divorce.“I'm sorry, Val, I'm truly sorry.”“Huh?” I was so confused right now.“I saw the papers. God, I shouldn't have known she tricked me.”“I—”“No, you don't have to say anything, Val. I wi
“No, I can't do that; you're asking for a lot.”“Then forget about me signing.” I didn't mean it, but I had to act serious.“Val, you know that’s not going to happen, twenty million? Really?”“Money is not a problem to you, Mr. Roberts, and you should be thanking me. We are married, and you didn't sign any prenup, so–”“That's because our marriage wasn't any ordinary one. What will your father say when he hears this?”“He will know that I took his brain. Now, Rodrigo, either that or no deal, and I know you run Atlanta. I know the police and even divorce attorneys won't help, but the media—yes, you can surely buy two or three, but a post made online can't be erased. Your reputation—”“Fine! Fine, I'll give you the money, but not twenty, five.”“Fifteen.”“Ten.”“Deal.” I sounded like a divorce settlement attorney.“Shit.” He cursed, running his hands through his hair.I really didn't get why twenty million was a problem when he had billions. I mean, I had access to his accounts as his
I inwardly cursed as I struggled to remove the IV from my wrist. Shit, this was hard, but if I needed to save myself now, I had to get out of this hospital.I was still struggling when I heard the clearing of throats, not one but two, and so without stopping, I looked in the direction it came from, and it was the director and his wife; they were just staring at me without any comments.“I think you need a nurse to help with that.” The woman said, and I almost cursed her, as how could I call for a nurse when I'm locked here? But I remembered her husband was the only person who could help me, so I stopped, nodded my head, and kindly asked her if she could get me a nurse.“I need to get home.”“Home?”“Yes, anything wrong?” Like, why did she sound like that?“Um, I don't mean to rub salt in your wound, but my husband told me about the incident. If your sister did that, then imagine what she would do when she sees you.”“I don't care about that; my accounts are frozen, I'm pregnant, and I
Okay, this must be a dream because… I started biting my inner cheeks, and when it didn't change anything, I started slapping my cheeks.“Mrs. Roberts, you need to calm down.” The doctor said his voice was soft.“It's not a dream, it's true; your baby is alive and healthy.” The director reassured me, realizing how unsettled I was after hearing the news.Well, he seemed to be the only person I could trust for now. He had a wedding ring on his finger, and even though that never stopped a man, I still respected a married man, so, clearing my voice, I asked that the doctor and nurse give us the room.They didn't hesitate; the nurse said she would be back with my breakfast, and I nodded, thanking her in my heart, as I didn't have enough voice for her, but I was surely hungry—that I couldn't deny.“How are you feeling?” The director asked after the door was closed, and I forced a smile, shifting slightly, “The two nurses begged and told me your sister put them to the task.”“You can't call m
I used to beg them not to do it in the past days; I even used to threaten that my husband would deal with them, that he ran Atlanta, but after today I think that would be a waste of my breath, especially after he showed up today and showed interest in their boss, Aaliyah.“Calm, obedience, or memory reset?” One of them asked, playing with the remote control.“We can't use a memory reset for now; remember what Ms. Aaliyah said?”“Oh, she won’t sign if she loses her memory now. Okay, let’s do obedience.” She answered the other, who now moved the plugs from my temples to my back.“Bitch, you're not going to beg for your life?” The other asked, maybe they were used to my begging, but I didn't have it in me today.“It's not like we will listen, but it's what makes this whole experience more fun.” The other admitted, and I just closed my eyes and waited for it to be over.“I don't like this.”“What?”“She's being rude, and she is a nobody to be rude to us.”“You're right, I also want to hit
All the emotions I bottled up, everything that had happened that I kept to myself, came crashing down because of Millie's comfort, and I couldn't help but let myself be and cry freely.Millie was my good friend and the only person who didn't treat me differently in our world because, let's be honest, being Oscar's surrogate daughter didn't automatically command respect from others within our class.At all the events I was invited to, they always talked down on me, calling me dirty-poor blood because, well, they were like royalty or something, but I didn't choose this.I didn't ask my mother, whoever she was, to be a surrogate for this family.Millie was from another wealthy family, married to another billionaire; frankly, her life was all easy, so you can just understand what she went through to be my friend, but we grew up together, and the fact that her husband, Miles, was Rodrigo's best friend brought us even closer.“She has lost it; your friend has lost it.” I heard Rodrigo say,