I'm Carrying His Child

I'm sitting on the cold bench outside the emergency room. My tears wouldn't stop falling. Even though many people were passing by in the hallway, I couldn't stop the tears from streaming down my face.

I was just on my way home from my internship when Auntie Marila called; My mother had a heart attack, so they rushed her to the emergency room. The doctor hadn't examined her thoroughly yet. She's now stable but still unconscious.

"Who is the patient's family, Diana Alvarez?" The nurse's voice made me alert.

I immediately approached her, "I-it's me, how's my mom?" My voice trembled as I faced the nurse.

"I'll be honest with you, hija. Your mother's condition is serious. She needs immediate surgery," she said.

"It will require a large sum of money… We will immediately perform the surgery if you already have the exact amount for her operation," she said directly. My throat went dry.

"H-how much is n-needed?"

"Seven hundred thousand."

I fell down on the floor. Where would I get that much money?

I stopped outside the gate of a large and grand mansion.

"Who are you? What do you need?" I slightly flinched back as the guard guarding the gate aggressively approached me.

"The Fuegos don't have any expected visitors today, leave." He said gruffly, but I couldn't be swayed. This was the only way left to get my mom operated.

"Uhm… I-is Mr. F-Fuego here?" Even though there was a hint of fear in my voice, I mustered the courage to face the guard.

"No, leave, Miss."

"I just need to talk to him—" But before I could even finish my words, the gate suddenly opened.

"What's happening here?"

Elle. My half-sister stepped in, wearing a fancy lacey dress.

When she saw me, she immediately came out of the gate.

"You! What are you doing here?!" she hissed, pointing at me. My anxiety increased.

My heart was pounding so hard. I looked wearily at my sister.

"How dare you come here!" she yelled. I stepped back as she walked towards me.

"I-I just need to talk to D-Daddy…"

"Daddy? Huh! Guard! Why haven't you gotten rid of this pest yet?!"

"Y-yes, Ma'am. Sorry, Ma'am." The guard immediately approached me.

"Miss, leave!" He grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the gate. I tried to struggle free from his grip.

My tears started to silently form at the sides of my eyes. I tried not to sob or cry.

"S-sister, please! I need to talk to Dad!" I pleaded desperately.

But before she could speak, someone else spoke first.

"What's going on here?" A calm yet authoritative voice asked. A woman emerged from the mansion.

I felt like I was about to collapse from nervousness.

She's Daddy's legal wife.

"Mom!" Elle looked at her mother.

She ignored my sister and walked past her towards me. The guard still had a hold of me; I wanted to break free, but it felt like I couldn't move my body anymore.

She looked very intimidating. I was so nervous that I was almost numb.

"What are you doing here?" she asked seriously.

She coldly glanced at the guard holding me, "Let her go," she said firmly. The guard quickly released me.

"Mom! Get rid of her!"

"Why are you here?" she asked again, ignoring her daughter.

"I-I need to t-talk to D-Dad…" Even though my voice was full of fear, I still said what I had to say.

Her face was expressionless, and she just stared at me coldly.

"Why? What do you need from my husband?" she asked.

"M-Mama is in the hospital. I-I have no one e-else to t-turn to…" I said, my voice trembling. Mama's parents are in Europe; I also have no connection with them because they disowned Mama when she left with Daddy.

"Oh? Is that her karma?" she scoffed.

"P-please, D-Daddy—"

I hadn't finished what I was saying when a cold hand slapped my cheek.

I almost went deaf from the slap Mrs. Fuego gave me. Holding my cheek, I couldn't react.

"How dare you show your face to us?" she fired.

I shook my head as I realized the truth. My tears gradually flowed.

Mama was just Daddy's mistress. I was so insensitive to have shown myself to them. Because of me, their family was ruined.

But why? I didn't want this to happen. I don't know what to do anymore. I don't know where to get the money needed for Mama's operation.

Mrs. Fuego looked at me with disgust before turning her gaze to her daughter.

"Your friends are coming over. Fix yourself, honey," she said in her sweetest voice before turning her gaze back to me.

"Tsk!" Elle rolled her eyes at me before going back into the house.

"Get out of here and never show your face to us again!" Mrs. Fuego said and turned her back on me.

"Leave, Miss." The guard approached me, seeming to pity me, so he helped me up.

"I can manage." I stood up on my own and ran away from that place. I shouldn't have come here in the first place.

"What did you get from your father? Nothing, right? If I were you, I'd accept the job I'm offering you." Auntie Marila stood up from the sofa.

"Rest for now. If you change your mind, you know where to find me," she said before leaving me alone in our house.

This house is my dad's property. I had to let go of our only housemaid because we needed the nurse who's with Mama at the hospital more here at home; Daddy pays their salaries. Dad also pays all our bills, even my school expenses, but last month, he stopped providing and giving money. I can't talk to him anymore. He used to visit me every week to check on me, but he's been absent for weeks.

I've used up the last allowance he gave me. The money he gave me is also gone. I wiped away the incessant flow of my tears with the back of my hand.

What am I going to do now?

I didn't realize I had fallen asleep on the sofa. My eyes hurt from crying. I looked at the window outside; it's already dark. I glanced at the clock on our wall: 8:00 PM.

I stood up and went to my room. I showered and fixed myself; I also put on some makeup. Afterward, I went down to the garage. Daddy gave me this car last year for my 18th birthday. The drive to the club took thirty minutes.

This is one of the most luxurious and expensive high-end clubs in the city. When I got inside, I immediately went to the counter where Auntie Marila was. When she saw me, she pulled me into a room where there were a few beautiful women wearing club suits.

"Auntie, I accept." I said emotionlessly.

She held my hand.

"Are you sure, hija?" she asked seriously. I only nodded in response.

"You're going to the VIP room, hija! With your beauty! Go get 'em!" said the woman who would take me to the VIP room. Auntie stayed downstairs because that's where her job was.

"Okay. Here you go, good luck!" the woman said when we reached the VIP room.

I let out a heavy sigh before entering the room.

I will do everything to save you, Ma. Even if it means losing my dignity.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed. Staring at me with his dark, intense eyes.

His jaw clenched as he watched me enter the room. He's incredibly tall and muscular. Even though the room was too dark, I couldn't help but notice how gorgeous this man was.

He tilted his head. The light from the lamp lit his face. I could see his expression harden. He looks familiar…

I swallowed the lump in my throat. It's only one night, Diandra. You have to do this.

I started walking towards him, and before I could even sit next to him, he pulled me down so I ended up sitting on his right thigh. His arm snaked around my waist, then I felt his nose near my left ear.

He crouched a little to reach the lower part of my neck. I bit my lower lip when I suddenly felt the foreign sensation. In just a snap, he pulled my wrist closer, and then he kissed my lips thoroughly. His other hand went up my spine to support my head. My eyes were shut as he continued kissing me. It's making me dizzy.

His kisses were now on my neck as I struggled to keep my sanity intact. My skin tingled at his touch. A moan escaped my mouth.

What is this feeling? Andra! But instead of pushing him away, my hands unconsciously gripped his shirt.

"Please…" it was almost a sob.

His hot breath attacked the tip of my breasts, while his hand cupped my other breast and found the other nipple. And suddenly, I couldn't recognize my own voice.

He put me on the bed. He then frantically pulled off my panties; my dress was already off. I didn't even notice how he did it! I let out a small moan and tried to regain my composure.

He knelt down in front of me, spreading my legs wide apart. I felt him at my entrance. The bulk of him right between my legs made me moan. He then showered me with kisses, probably just to distract me from that powerful stroke.

"Ahh!" I screamed when he pushed in.

"It hurts…" I cried.

Tears fell from my eyes as I felt the sharp pain inside me. It hurts. It hurts so much!

"Damn!" he groaned.

He kissed me sweetly and gently. He stopped moving and withdrew from my entrance, then he pushed in again, more gently now.

"Ohh… please… I want…" I begged.

Slowly he started thrusting. It hurt every time he entered, until his every move became hard, fast, and deep. My fingernails dug into his back as I tried to firmly grip my rational mind.

"Oh my… Ah…" I couldn't recognize my own tone and words.

His long, hard, and thick member filled me completely. I felt the sharp pleasure with his movements. It still hurt, but the pleasure it gave me was just too much. I forgot how painful it was. I didn't know where to grip.

"Ahh! Ahh!" I moaned loudly along with his fast and hard movements.

My moans were too loud for him to keep his control. His movements were violent; I clenched my hands and fisted his hair for strength, but he was too forceful for me to hold on to him.

"Ahh!" I screamed when I finally felt it coming.

"Fuck!"

He growled and cursed when the last slow and deep thrust was given. He filled all of me with him. He bit his lower lip as I felt his fluid pour inside me, with some of it dripping down my thighs and legs.

"You're mine now," and then he buried his face in my neck.

I woke up, and the first thing I noticed was the massive pain in my head. I closed my eyes again, but the sun was already too bright, and I felt so tired… Maybe I'll have a few more minutes before I get up.

Slowly… I recalled what happened last night.

I immediately got up when I felt the sharp pain all over my body, especially in my private area. I quickly checked if I had clothes on. I'm wearing a white long-sleeved shirt that covered my body and my panties.

Then a familiar guy came out of the bathroom, only with a towel wrapped around his waist, topless, and drops of water trickled down his abdominal muscles. But I was too stunned to realize who this man was in front of me to even pay attention to that.

That cold expression… He's Hades Thaddeus Hudson! He's the CEO of the largest company here in the country. The company where I work as an intern.

No. No, no!

There's no way this is happening. This can't be true!

I was too stunned to process everything.

"Does it hurt?" he coldly asked.

Hurt? My face heated.

Did he really need to ask me that question? Of course, it does! I'm not even sure if I can still walk normally!

I gently shook my head.

He only nodded.

His phone rang on the side table, breaking the silence between us. He answered the call and went to the balcony, leaving me alone. I took that chance to get myself ready to leave.

I saw a new set of clothes on the table; without a second thought, I quickly changed. I tried so hard to keep myself up despite the pain and soreness I was feeling. There was also a check on the table; I took it.

After leaving the club. Even inside the car, my tears immediately fell. With so much disappointment in myself, I couldn't help but cry.

When I got home, I immediately ran to my room. My head was still aching from last night. My mind was so drained, and I was physically tired. I crashed my body onto my bed. I just wanted to rest.

After resting, I went to the hospital to see my mom. I immediately paid our hospital bills using the money I got so her operation could be processed. My mother is still unconscious. The doctor said they would perform the surgery as soon as possible.

I couldn't help breaking down while holding my mom's cold and pale hands.

Why is this happening to my family? I hate this. I'm drained. I am tired. Physically, emotionally, and mentally. I'm so tired.