CHAPTER THREE: MISSION OVER, SCARLETT

CHAPTER THREE: MISSION OVER, SCARLETT

SCARLETT’S POV

Four Weeks Later.

As I stared at the test strip in my hands, relief washed over me. The two lines were boldly visible on the strip, confirming what I already knew.

"Finally. it's real" I muttered under my breath, breaking into tears.

I was pregnant with the masked man's baby. I had spent the last few weeks, living in complete fear of not not being able to get pregnant, despite how much I had been paid.

I was even more worried that the masked billionaire would silently kill me here in Italy and no one would know. Well, no one actually cared enough to call me, even after I left the country.

There was a sickening feeling at the pit of my stomach as I rubbed my flat belly, trying to imagine what my child looked like. Would the child turn out to have a striking resemblance with the masked billionaire, or with me, its mother? I was consumed with worry that I might never know the gender of the child in my womb, as the masked man made it clear that my only job was to bear the child. I lowered myself to the couch besides me and slept off.

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It's been eight months now. Eight long months of watching the child in my womb grow and being locked in this large house.

The only people I spoke to were the house attendants and they never seemed to enjoy staying in my presence for too long. It was almost as though they had been warned to avoid talking to me.

I was so lonely, although I had an access to a television, every book I desired, and any indoor hobby that I wanted. It all bored the hell out of me

Twice a week, a kind, aged doctor came into my room to examine me and track the growth of the baby.

Despite how much I tried to get words out of her, she never told me the gender of the child in my womb. The masked billionaire never visited me throughout the entire eight months that I spent here.

One morning, I was on my way to the kitchen to make some breakfast for myself when the front door opened and a strange woman on heels walked in. I stared at her with wide eyes.

She was dressed in a black gown which hugged her body perfectly. She exuded an air of sophistication as she approached me with a sneer on her face.

"Finally, I get to see you, B*tch" She scowled.

I was sure that I had never met her before now, and even more surprised by the way she addressed me.

"Hello?" I muttered.

She took a step back and ran her eyes over my body, settling on the bulge of my belly.

"I'm very disappointed in him for picking a piece of trash like you as my opposition."

"Wait, what?" I shot at her. My confusion grew.

She frowned, "Don't play dumb here! Did you think I wouldn't find you?"

I looked over my shoulders to check if she was talking to someone else, but there was no other person in sight. Then, I looked back at her, shaking my head. "Sorry, I think you're mistaking me for someone else."

She swung her hands in the air and slapped me. The force sent me reeling backwards as I staggered.

"You lying b*tch! You act as though you don't know who I am! Well, I am the fiancee of the man you've been messing around with. The man who put that child in your wretched stomach!"

The sting of her slap shot through me, and I clutched the side of my face.

"Please, I don't know what you're talking about." I cried.

"It took me this long to find you, and you think I'd let you get away with the claim that you have no idea whose man you have been f*cking?"

"I'm not your man's mistress!" I yelled at her, as tears streamed down my face.

She broke into a mirthless laugh, as she turned around to scan the room with her eyes.

"He even kept you in this well furnished apartment!" She said, shooting a cold glare at me. "I'll make sure you pay for trying to take my man away from me, because as far as I know, you can never have him!"

I shuddered.

Was she referring to the masked billionaire? I didn't have time to figure out what she was talking about because she flung her bag to the floor and rushed at me.

In an instant, my body hit the floor with a heavy thud and I felt a sharp jab in my abdomen. Everything happened too fast for me to even make any sense of it.

Dizziness settled over me as she jumped on me,  pulled at my hair and threw a punch at my belly.

I winced, screaming.

Her fists were up in the air again and she was just about to hit my face when I felt the weight of her body leave me as someone pulled her away.

I could hardly move.

She was now kicking in the air as someone I couldn't recognize stood between us, stopping her from attacking me again.

Just then, I felt a wetness in between my thighs as I writhed in pain.

"My baby" I mumbled, slipping away into unconsciousness.

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I grabbed the white sheets with both hands, yelling. The intense pain in my belly tripled. My legs were widely spread apart, and I was having multiple contractions at the same time. It felt as though I was losing my mind.

I heard voices around, begging and telling me to push, but I was growing weaker by the minute. I was sweating profusely and crying at the same time. Then, I gritted my teeth and gave one last push.

Seconds later, I heard a shrill cry.

The doctor exclaimed, "My goodness! it's a boy!"

My breathing was heavy as I forced myself to focus on the little body was that was crying. I wanted to hold him, to comfort him, and stop him from crying.  I weakly raised my hands to reach out for the baby when a man in black suits walked in.

He smiled at me, "Well done, Miss Stones. Your mission is over."

 I eyed him in confusion as he collected the baby from the doctor and left the room immediately.

"My child!" I cried out.

The doctor faced me and swiftly pulled out a syringe.

"You need this." He mumbled, and before I  knew what was happening, he inserted the syringe in my arm.

I let out a yell, allowing my arms to drop, hanging by my sides.

My vision blurred and a blanket of darkness settled over me.