"Because I'm pregnant and it's not your baby! Fuck off!"
Konrad's POV
"Ah welcome Mr Russell, we are so glad you could make it, please sit." The boss welcomed me into his office, I took a good look at everything. It was neat enough.
I took a seat and turned to the boss in the office, "It's my pleasure." I was calm and collected and I wanted it to be over with. I was itching to go back to her euphoria club and spend some time with my favourite sugar baby.
I remembered that girl. The one that bumped into me, she looked so beautiful and it was hard to believe she wasn't one of them. Even with her hair in an utter mess, she still glowed. I never got to know her name.
"So the deal has been discussed and if you just sign here, you'll have full control of the company." He brought out his contract and handed me a pen swiftly. That alerted me.
I snapped to one of my men, "Read it."
"There isn't a need to do that, it's just as we have discussed." He stammered a little and urged me to sign it but I didn't say otherwise and one of my boys took the contract to read.
"Dead end boss, he's about to play us." He chuckled a little after five minutes, "you think he'd sign a contract without reading it? You must be some dumb fuck." He handed it over to me and I glanced through it. I got so irritated. I tore it to shreds.
Now the boss was fretting like a stupid idiot. Then I exhumed my contract and also my gun.
"I don't have time for this, sign it and keep your life and the money." I pointed it at his head and in an instant, his signature was on the paper. I took a look at everything and smiled, "good day. I don't expect to see you here tomorrow."
The ride back home was boring enough, I didn't want to go home but my personal assistant had told me to. I had to see my dad. The car halted at the grand gate and at the signal of two honks, the gate opened and we were allowed entrance into the grand escapade.
The Russellville.
It was worth over a hundred million and it was in my name. I got out of the car as soon as I saw my dad in some baggy clothes with his golf bag.
"Dad, you're meant to be resting." I took the bag from him and he dropped his shoulders in defeat.
"Just one game with the boys, I don't want to be indoors all day." He smiled at me before snatching his bag back. I was his first son and our relationship was very special to me, "did it go well?"
"Yes it did, another company acquired." I rolled my eyes.
"We should celebrate! When I get back, we will throw a big event!" He was almost dancing, he hadn't lost it even in his old age.
I needed sleep, my memory is vague but I remember going to my room and barely taking off any clothing. And now I was woken up by loud music.
I groaned and tried to drown the noise with my pillow but it didn't work. I was forced to take a cold shower and dress up, dad wasn't joking when he said he would throw a party for it. I got downstairs and there was a party going on.
I rolled my eyes at the merriness of the occasion and I wanted to go back to my room.
"Konrad, do you plan to sleep all day?"
My eyes twitched at the sound of his voice, one of the bastards I hated with so much vigour. I turned back to see my stepbrother coming with two girls, his hands glued to them like they were to my father's pocket.
"Are you sure you aren't pregnant?" He snorted to his crude joke while the women he took eyed their next target; me.
"Unlike me, you do nothing all day. What do you want?"
"Dad's calling you, he said he wants you to meet someone." His tone became competitive and now it was my turn to snort. I reversed my steps and searched for Dad, I found him talking to some men and as I got close enough, I heard they were talking about me.
"Ah there he is, Konrad, this is Mr Venise, he owns almost all the estates in the city. I'm sure you two will do very good business together." He patted my back and I respectfully shook his hand. Dad was always introducing me to his friends, it was a way of expanding my network.
I glanced over my shoulder and I saw my stepmom displaying her new jewellery set to her friends. She and her son were utterly useless but this was what my life looked like and I wanted to escape it. I barely got time for myself, unless I went to Euphoria.
Everything and everyone was moving so fast and the bags underneath my eyes were getting worse. I needed sleep.
I made my way upstairs before I heard an argument of some sort. I turned back and it was my stepmom and…that lady!
"So you think you can just come into my house and say you're pregnant and then we'll throw money at you?" She was irritated, "Girls like you are always after rich men so you can steal their wealth."
"Look, I don't care what you call me, I'm pregnant for your son and that's all that matters."
What? Was she talking about my stepbrother? I sure knew I hadn't touched her. I came down to address the issue.
"What is going on here and who are you?" I was irked at the situation, more problems meant less sleep for me. But her gaze softened when I came to settle the argument.
"Finally I found you! I'm pregnant." She held her stomach and I arched my brows.
"That can't be for me, I've never seen you before in my entire life." I denied it very quickly.
"You always come to Euphoria, remember I bumped into you?" She was playing smart with me.
"Look, I don't know who you're pregnant for but don't put it on me." I growled at her but she wasn't phased, "You're not getting anything, so leave."
"I'll file a case against you, then we'll see who'll win."
Did she just threaten me? My blood was boiling and I wanted to choke the life out of her.
"File a case with your fake pregnancy? You just want a share of all of this, don't you? Cheap whore!"
"Yes I want part of all this, I deserve it after all! I'm carrying his baby!" She kept pointing at me and I was about to blow.
"You're not his wife!"
"But I am the mother of his child! And I have an equal share in this family!"
Konrad and Camilla stared at each other and around her there was tension that words did not express. The light which was coming from the lamp was too low. They cast long shadows on the wall as if the danger was reflecting on them. Camilla’s heart pounded, and her breath quickened as Konrad approached her cautiously; his actions slow but for the grimace on his face.“You need to go,” he whispered and the tone of his voice was unemotional, calm.Camilla blinked and all the confusion was drowning her face. “What?”Konrad’s jaw tightened. “Go to my father. Stay with Lev. His security will protect you,” he continued while pointing at the painting.“No,” she breathed out softly, raising her head slightly upward. “I am not leaving you here alone,”Her words are still here in the room like a beam of despair. She did not understand why she wanted this—why her heart was painful and why she shivered every time thinking that he would be injured once more. It did not align with her schedule, her m
Camilla opened her eyes to see the outline of her room reflected in a very low light. For a moment she did not know her location and her ideas were vague and confused. This is because the bed’s soft pressure felt strange underneath her; the surrounding air was too quiet, and heavy.Then a hundred memories flooded in on her.The assassin. Konrad.She could feel a pounding in her chest as if her heart was trying to escape, the room was spinning as she rushed to sit up. A brisk pain pulsated, deep below her head and reaching for her neck, so she gasped, touching the zone. The crash of thoughts whirled in her head, forming thoughts of the shadow in the hall, the blow that was dealt and the blackness that followed it.Konrad.Where was he?A jolt of panic rose up through her breastbone as she thought through the options. Has the assassin killed his target yet? Was Konrad lying lifeless in his room while she had been left to wake here, not even realizing how useless she was?No.She was una
The celebration was starting to die down. The lights were still twinkling in enormous crystal chandeliers adorning the room, theμmuisc continued to fill the air and most of the guests still stood around their wine glasses, but the mood was different. People became more reserved and there were few smiles left; Lex, the ever perfect host, was bowing down to the last congratulations.Camilla and Konrad were finally engaged.Camilla sighed deeply when she stopped next to the base of the grand stairs; the cold stone of the banister under her thick glove echoed the coolness of the night’s confusion. The weight of Alois’s stares were like a feeling of itch which she could not scratch as she wanted. For the last one hour she had stayed clear of him, or rather it had not been easy at all.By her side, Konrad sat morose and morose, a man at odds with a partying crowd that was even now streaming through the doors. He had not uttered a sound since his father loudly boomed out the happy news, thou
Camilla twirled the flared fabric of the gown she wore and glanced at the dressing table as the sounds of voices talking faintly reached out from behind the walls. The weather was hot and uncomfortable at that time of the evening and she couldn’t disassociate the uncomfortable feeling to whether it was caused by the room or the tension. At the other end of the room, Konrad sank against the casement, his back rigid, his fixed stare travelling through window glass to the horticultural plots far below.She looked at him for a while – the way his jaw clenched and the look of distant focus in his eyes. He had known that he had been grumpy about the engagement—it was his father’s engagement to be precise—But Konrad had never been one to express how he felt in articulate terms.The only time he did was when he saw her naked.“Don’t tell me you’re intending on moping through the entire evening, we're getting engaged.” Camilla remarked in a tone that was bright, but her eyes giving her a pseud
Konrad sat perched on the edge of the wooden bench in the garden. He couldn’t focus. Again and again, His mind went back to the moment; he could not think straight. That he had seen Camilla—his girlfriend—naked was not enough; what was terrible was the feelings that followed it. The shock, the guilt, and something further that was more ominous that he couldn’t place a name to.Camilla wasn’t just anyone. She was the woman he was in love with, or so he thought, the woman he respected, the woman he was open with. However, the man was provoked into saying something he did not know he was capable of confessing in this period of utter anguish and helplessness.He hadn’t intended on walking into the room like that. The door had been half opened and he believed she was not there. However, as soon as he entered, everything stopped and so did he. So there she was, standing by the bed, changing. The surprised look in the widened pupils of her eyes was as much a replica of his as she frantically
I had never seen her like that before.The words kept repeating themselves in my mind as I paced back and forth in my living room. She had been furious, a whirlwind of emotion, and everything I had done seemed to push her further into that storm. But that wasn't the worst of it. No, the worst was how my mind kept drifting back to the one thing I could never unsee.Her.Naked.I winced as the image flashed in my head again, followed by the memory of her anger. I could almost still hear her yelling, her voice fierce as she hurled things at me—vases, books, whatever she could get her hands on. It didn't make sense. What had started as a quiet conversation had spiraled out of control so fast that I couldn't keep up. I had no idea why she was so upset with me, but it didn't help that I couldn't tear my eyes away from the way her body moved. I was trying to focus on her words, to apologize, to do whatever it would take to make things right. But her beauty... her nakedness... It was overwhe