Pregnant from the man I hate - A Billionaire Romance

The rain was so violent against the windshield of my old car,

I couldn't see the road. My fingers clipped the steering wheel,

while my look at the small white box on the passenger seat

fell.

That was the ring.

The ring I had hidden in my purse for three months because I

today had finally found the perfect moment to tell Daniel Hayes that I

yes.

Not that he ever asked me.

Daniel and I have been together for six years. Since college. Since the days,

when we shared cheap noodles and dreamed of a better life at some point

to have. He had always said if he had the right job, he would have me

married. And I always waited. Patience. Trust me.

Today he wrote to me:

“Come home sooner. I have a surprise for you.”

My heart beat faster all day. Even in Adrian's office

Blackwood, where a nightmare was every minute, I smiled. My boss was

Tyrann, who himself felt the breathing of his employees as a personal insult.

But today I didn't care how many times he yelled at me.

Because I thought Daniel would finally make an application today.

A stupid naive girl.

When I parked in front of our apartment, the living room was bright. A warm,

golden lights behind the curtains. My heart fluttered. I took the

Ring box in the hand, my crumbled dress smoothly and smiled even though I

was completely soaked.

Maybe he lit candles.

Maybe he was standing there with flowers.

Maybe it's gonna be okay today.

I barely closed the apartment door, I heard it.

A quiet sound.

A rag.

Then a laugh.

Female.

I stared.

My breath stopped. For a moment, I thought the TV was on. or

maybe a video on his phone.

But then I heard Daniel's voice.

Deep. Heiser. Trust me.

“You’re crazy, Mia.”

Mia.

My whole body was freezing.

The ring box glittled out of my hand and fell on a dull sound

Floor.

I moved along the hall like in trance. Every step felt like

I walk through water. Slow down. Hard. Unreal.

The bedroom door was open.

And I wish I never bumped them.

My fiancée was in our bed.

Naked.

His back was sweaty, his hands glitted over a woman's waist,

he was lying — a woman whose long black hair I would recognize everywhere.

My sister.

Mia Carter turned his head to the door. Her lips were swollen, her cheeks

roasted. And instead of showing shame, she smiled.

A fucking smile.

Daniel drove around. His face lost any color.

‘Lena—’

I didn't know who yelled about us first.

Maybe I.

Maybe he.

Maybe only at this moment everything collapsed in me.

“What the hell is that?” My voice trembled so much that I barely myself

recognized.

Daniel jumped out of bed, grabbed panicky after his pants. “It’s not like

‘

I laughed. A bitter, ugly sound that sounded more like a gorge.

“Not as it looks?” I pointed to the bed. “You fuck my sister in

our bed, Daniel! What is that supposed to look like?”

Mia slowly pulled the blanket over her naked body, but her face remained cold.

Almost bored.

“You are exaggerating,” she said.

I stared at her.

My own blood pressure went out into my ears.

“Exaggerated?”

She licked with her shoulders. “He hasn’t loved you for a long time, Lena. You were just

too blind to notice.”

These words hit me harder than a blow.

Daniel hit her. “Mia, shut up!”

But it was too late.

I looked at him. And in his eyes there was not the shock of a man who

had made mistakes.

It's the fault of a man who's been lying for a long time.

My knees were soft.

“How long?” I whispered.

Daniel was silent.

I step back. “How long, Daniel?”

His gaze lowered.

And that was exactly the answer.

Mia smiled again. This cruel little smile.

‘Seven months’;

I got sick.

Seven months.

Seven months I had overtime to pay our bills.

Seven months I had believed him when he said he had to work longer. Seven

months my own sister had embraced me, drank coffee with me and so

as if she were my family.

My chest pulled together painfully.

Daniel approached me. ‘Lena, please —’

“Don’t touch me!”

I cried so loud that even I licked together.

Tears ran over my face, but I didn't know them. I didn't want to

they cry. Not before these two.

I turned around and ran.

Barefoot. Without a jacket. Without a bag.

Daniel called my name behind me, but I didn't stop.

Only when I stood out in the rain, in the middle of the parking lot, I realized that I

trembling.

My whole life was in this apartment.

Six years of love.

Six years of victim.

Six years of lies.

My phone vibrated in my coat bag. I pulled it out with numb fingers.

A message.

By Adrian Blackwood.

Just one sentence.

“If you come too late tomorrow, you don’t need to appear first.”

I stared at the words.

Then I laughed hysterically.

My friend betrayed me. With my sister.

And my ruthless billionaire boss threatened me in the middle of my collapse

with termination.

At this moment I didn't know that exactly this man was my life in a few

would completely destroy days.

Or that I would wear his darkest secret soon.

In my stomach.