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Pregnant For The Billionaire. Chapter Twenty-Four.
The repeated camera clicks echoed incessantly across the street from her, allowing lights to flash against the transparent sides of her building. Patricia shielded her face, walking towards the door on which there was a frantic knock.And she had only pushed it slightly, a seemingly angry middle aged woman charged through with several bags in her hands. "Mum!" Patricia exclaimed. She didn't need this right now."What are you doing here?" She asked and Elena's turned around to her daughter, beads of swear forming around her temples. "What are you?" She threw the question back at Patricia, who held in her hands a little bucket that she constantly threw up in.She was a mess.Her eyes were sore, her face was crimson and swollen. And her lips chapped. She had a limping gait and was sure she'd stayed in bed the entire day. And as Elena watched her throw up, she inched closer to her, grazing he neck with the back of her palms."You're burning up" She noticed."Have you taken anything?"Patr
Pregnant For The Billionaire. Chapter Twenty-Five.
"I want you to mother a son for me."Isabella's jaw went slack. The creaking silence after his words posed his seriousness and without any hesitation, she clutched her purse. "That's ridiculous." She pronounced, threatening to leave until the firm grasp of his hands trapped her down.She fell back, her hair bouncing on her shoulders and when she turned back to him, his eyes grimaced. "I'm being serious" He let a lump slip down his throat."Well i'm definitely going to need more than that" A vein popped out of Isabella's neck in all seriousness, and neither of them broke eye contact. He did however, let go of her as if returning to her the option to leave. But this time, Isabella didn't move an inch.He had dared to say those words, now she had to hear it.She had to hear the bottom of it.The two were alone in the suite, and with neither of them talking still, there existed a brief silence but that was before his lips parted to speak. "I called unto to work here, everyone wants to wor
Pregnant For The Billionaire. Chapter Twenty-Six.
“I can explain.”The sound of the slamming door reverberated in the pits of her stomach, rendering it into a turmoil. Isabella let go of her bags, turning around to make sense of what she’d just seen. And when Joan tossed the phone to the bed, she grappled it in her hands.“Oh God” Came an exasperated gasp from her lips.“Oh God, this is bad. This is tell really bad” All she could think of in that moment was Patricia and her hands immediately went through her hair. “Who took the photo, Joan? Who took the photo—“ She was almost raising her voice as she swiped through hundreds of comments that were beneath already.Some calling her a slut, and others wishing to be her.A migraine speared through her head as she picked up her phone—it was nothing, it is nothing. And she had to tell Patricia. Joan stood, leaning against the wall as tears welled up into his best friend’s eyes. She realized she could even account for the genuineness. She couldn’t tell if they were even real or not.“Why did
Pregnant For The Billionaire. Chapter Twenty-Seven.
The rain rattled the windows like words heard once and half forgotten, pressing against the large room to make it seem rather small. Isabella’s hands was tugged under the moon blanket as she stared outside. The world twisted in the cold, wet darkness.But she was within, she was safe now.Nonetheless still in her drenched clothes and dripping hair along her neck. But at least the tears had seized from her eyes—and that was the only thing Leonardo asked of her. She was warm, he had turned up the heater and now, standing by the door, he held in his hands freshly dry cleaned clothes. He crept up behind her, fiddling her elbows which caused her to budge a little. And she took her eyes off the pattering windows to feel his heated breathes against the side of her neck. She closed her eyes until he pulled away, walking to the other side of the bed. “Is it just me or he kind of looks like me?” Her eyes fell to Ryan and he witnessed the horror that filled her eyes just then.“What?” She clear
Pregnant For The Billionaire. Chapter Twenty-Eight.
One second Patricia Walters was speeding across the freeway through blurry eyes, and the next, she'd rammed into a standing tree by the corner of the roads. She couldn't remember much——except the fact that she'd run a red light, only to have a pickup van crash right into her. Her car tumbled to the sides, metal doors grazing the sharp concrete with a sound that could light a fire. She was petrified and thrown into a state of quagmire.A creaking silence pierced through her ears before this loud shrieking sound. Her eyes opened, feeling the coolness of the blood that dripped from her temples to the corner of her lips. The leaves burst through her shattered windshield, ticking her arms.That was a good sign.She could feel her arms, her head, not so much. Lightheaded, she pushed through the door that fell to the stoned concrete without a fight. What had happened—and how was it so fast?Across the road from her was the van that had tipped to its sides as well. She staggered to find her
Pregnant For The Billionaire. Chapter Twenty-Nine.
Her back broke down the door, her lips sealed in a breathless kiss. Joan held back the stranger, trying so hard to toss her shoe off. Her fingers clenched tight to his greasy hair and he breathed aggressively down her neck, sucking her tender skin between his luscious lips. Their heavy footsteps creaked against the wooden board beneath them but neither of them cared that anyone could here.In that moment, Joan just needed this—sex with a stranger. And that was the beauty of the infamous one-night stands. When she managed to get her shoes off, she pulled away from him to gaze into his cognac eyes. “Fuck” She muttered, bringing her hands to strip off his leather jacket. He had a white inner wear that clung tight to his broad sweaty chest, which rose and fell in passion.And his hands suddenly grasped the underneath of her thighs, raising her up into his arms. Her ankles clenched tightly around his waist as he ripped off her chiffon top, not wasting a second to do the same to her bra. T
Pregnant For The Billionaire. Chapter Thirty.
“You’re pregnant.”The doctor’s voice seemed to draw her out of her subconscious as Patricia sat up in her bed. Her fingers twirled nervously around one another as she realized what this meant.“It’s not possible” A shrill whisper escaped her frail lips. She avoided the sincere eye contact of the doctors in front of her—a physician accompanied with a gynecologist. It was the third time they had broken the news to her, and the third time Patricia had replied the same way in disbelief.She quivered, not out of cold. But of fidget.Of nervousness, and confusion. Because something of this levity could change everything. What was she to do? Was she going to tell Leonardo that she was carrying his baby——of course it was his baby, he was only man she’d know in about six years. Was she going to tell him that it was successful, the time they were trying for an heir? What was she going to do?A million questions rattled her head as she buried her face into the palm of her hands. She didn’t kno
Pregnant For The Billionaire. Chapter Thirty-One.
"Mother." She arose from the edge of the bed, drawing to the floor the duvet and Isabella smothered her dress behind her as she brought her gaze to settle on the elderly woman in the wheelchair before the both of them.Leonardo stepped away from her, which was forward and had his arm outstretched. "Mum this is Isabella" He introduced in a thick voice and Isa curtsied to the scrutinizing gaze of the woman who appeared to the indifferent."Isa, meet Freya. She's my mother." He turned back to her and a smile charged to her lips, curving it to the side. Freya retained her emotionless facial expression as she nodded."It's a nice name." She croaked before her hands settled on the wheels, propelling her forward. "Leonardo" She called and he was out the doors, closing it behind her."I hope she's not like the other one." Freya threw her head back at him as Isabella clung to the doors, raising her hands to her ears to hear the subtle echoes of the ongoing conversation. "Her name was Patricia,
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