The Billionaire Rejected Me

Irithel complained while playing with my son's long hair, 'When are you going to cut Zon's hair? People mistake him for a girl.'The length of his hair now reaches beyond his shoulders, so I wouldn't be surprised if he's mistaken for a girl, even though he wears boy's clothes.'You know why I've kept his hair long, Rith,' I glanced at her, and she just rolled her eyes at me.I'm attempting to tie my hair into a neat bun, but it ends up looking messy. They're behind me, on the bed, my son engrossed in playing with his toy cars and robots.'You know why I've kept his hair long, Rith,' she copied, exaggerating her expression. 'Psh! Like duh? No matter what you do, your son still looks like a Cavanaugh! The blood of the Cavanaughs runs in his veins, Calista,' her frustration evident on her face. 'You're really trying to hide your child—''I'm not, he rejected us,' I cut her off. It's useless because I'm not hiding my son; if I were, I would have gone to a different country.'How would he

Despite the hangover, I hurried through the bustling crowd on the streets. It was early in the morning, but the sun felt scorching on my skin. I was sure that by the time I reached the bank, my uniform would be drenched in sweat.I work at a bank, specifically as a teller. The bank hired me the day after that coincidental encounter with Lazarus in the same bank. I had been contemplating sending a resignation letter to the manager when I found out that Lazarus' money was one of the supports for the bank.This is a serious matter, especially after the conversation we had in an expensive bar last night. I'm not sure what exactly I said, since I was already thoroughly intoxicated, but I do remember insisting that he wasn't Zon's father.I don't even know how I got home. He probably didn't accompany me, right? Because if he did, Irithel might either faint or go ballistic at the thought.The important thing is that I'm alive and my son is still with me.I've made up my mind. I won't resign,

"Hey Laki!"I stormed into the house, my face looking just as stormy. My hair was in disarray from the windy jeepney ride. I commuted because I realized I had given the wrong envelope to the guard earlier.I thought I had handed him the letter, but in my unlucky haste, I had given him the envelope containing my salary. I only found out when I was already seated in the taxi, and I quickly got out when I realized I had no money to pay.In my rush, I didn't even bother to check."Momma, what's 'gago'?"I was startled when I heard my son's voice from behind the sofa. He was poking his head out like he was hiding and peeping at me.His curious eyes held a hundred unasked questions."What are you doing there, baby? Come here...""Hush, Momma! We're playing hide and seek, po!" He immediately hid and didn't peek at me anymore.He really didn't want to show himself to me.I cursed in my mind while thinking of ways to punish Laki.I moved to where my son was hiding, but I froze when something c

I pressed myself harder against the wall, trying to create a little distance between us. But he only pressed his hard body against mine, as if he could almost crush my slender frame with just a snap of his fingers.He never did this to me before. Usually, after he's done using me, he'd quickly back away, looking disgusted with me.Hearing the noise from the partying crowd in the bar contrasted sharply with this narrow, dark, and deserted corridor. I couldn't scream or shout for help. No one would hear me.I tilted my head away as he leaned in closer. I feared he might try to kiss me. He never kissed me before, it was always just plain sex to save his own skin.I felt his large hands on my elbows, pressing them against the wall. "Calista, do you know exactly what you're doing?" His calm voice masked the anger beneath. He wasn't holding back, he was angry in a composed way. "Where's my son?" He squeezed my elbows, not too hard, as he whispered over my ears.I felt his breath, warm yet f

"Stop saying bad words, Calista," such a ramrod billionaire. He's body was rigidly standing straight one meter away from me. "You're acting like you're not a woman," he added, further heating my blood.Earlier, it was warm, but now it's boiling."What do I care?" I crossed my arms against my chest. "Please, enlighten me," my voice was dripping with sarcasm, and probably so was my expression.His strict eyes were fixed on me even more."Limit your choice of words, woman. Remember, you're in my place and you're wearing my clothes."Then he walked towards a door similar to the one we entered earlier, where my son was now sleeping. A varnished wooden door.He didn't go downstairs. He walked straight, there are three doors here.My gaze dropped to the white shirt I was wearing.What does he mean? So what if I'm wearing his clothes? Is he going to take it back if I anger him?He's such a nuisance. Should I just not wear anything?I cleared all the nonsense that I'm thinking and just followe