Pregnant for my Infertile Billionaire

Maria's POV I sat there in silence, watching as my whole life slowly crashed in front of me. Taking away everything and everyone I loved. First, it was my father, and now this, when will all this end? The room felt smaller and smaller with every passing minute. I felt suffocated, not by the smell of alcohol or cigarettes but from how life chose to treat me. With a heavy heart and no more tears left to cry, I stood up, changed into my uniform quickly, and stepped out of the restroom. Music buzzing, bottles clicking, cigarettes, perverted men, how I hate this place, but the pay is good and right now money is the only thing that matters. “Get me two bottles of whiskey!” Someone shouted. I turned only to see Mr. Luke, one of our regulars, wasted as usual and was still asking for more. “Go Maria, serve him,” the bartender handed me two bottles with pleading eyes. Nobody likes attending to him, because he is loud, rude, and also a womaniser. “Fine, I will go,” I took th

Maria's POV “How much is your offer.” “Double of what you ask for,” he replied calmly “I will do it,” I whispered. A nod was all I got. I'm here selling myself off and all he could do was nod? He stood up slowly, adjusting his cufflinks, “Meet me in the parking lot in five minutes and he left.” “That's it?” I mumbled. He sure do know how to exit. The ride was quiet; a pin could be heard if it dropped. I took a glance at the person next to me, and he was scrolling through his phone. His face tightened, as if he had received bad news. “He didn't even ask what I needed the money for, not that I wanted him to anyway. What more can I expect from a business man, it's always business” I sighed loudly. The sound of the car stopping jogged me out of my thoughts. “Follow me,” he said and stepped out of the car. I got out and ran behind him. The glass door slid open without a sound, and the cool air invaded my privacy, caressing my skin. The chandelier hung beautifully from the

Maria's POV “Hurry up sweetie, we are going to be late!” I called from the doorway, glancing at my watch.“Oh Nikky, not today,” I muttered under my breath. “Mommy's running late.” “I'm coming mommy,” Nicole replied from inside the room. “I'm trying to get my shoe lace tied.” Today is my first day at ‘The Royale’s Hotel’ and the last thing I need is to show up late.“I'm done!” Nicole shouted.“That's good baby. Now, hurry, grab your coat, and let's go.” I picked up her bags and hurried out of my apartment, locking the door behind me.“Mommy slow down,” Nicole complained from behind, “you are going to drop me.”“I’m not baby, mommy is just… well nervous,” I assured her.“Because of your new job,” she asked curiously.“Yes baby, it's because of my new job, and I'm already running late on my first day” “You are going to do great, Mommy,” Nicole squealed.We arrived at the bus stop just as the bus was about to depart.“Good morning Mr John,” I greeted the bus driver.“Now be a good g