Chapter Six

Exactly at 10:30 p.m., I had to leave the club. The alcohol was not even doing anything to push away the heaviness in my heart. I drove my Rolls Royce Sweptail and parked it in my parking spot before stepping out.

  “Good evening, boss," the servants lined up, greeting, their heads cast down.

I ignored them, and walked past them, heading straight to the entrance door. My head is still pounding very hard as if drumming with a hammer.

The headache is something else.

All I need right now is a cold bath and sleep…. I know the sleep will be hard, considering that she is still occupying my mind.

I sighed heavily and tried to push the door when I suddenly heard a voice inside them followed by giggling. My angry brow cringed into confusion.

I immediately opened the door and was instantly greeted by Madam Calantha. And besides her was…. What the hell? Harper?

  The confusion flattered away and I scoffed, the irritation creeping back.

“Oh my," noticing my presence, Madam Calantha swirled around, her face breaking into a wide grin as she hurried to embrace me into a warm hug. “I told you, he is coming,” Mom turned to the smiling Harper sitting comfortably on the sofa with a glass of juice.

My furious gaze never leaves hers.

  "Hi, happy birthday, Loggie,” she smiled and I met her with a hard look.

Loggie? Really?

"What is she doing here?” I scoffed, not even bothering to hide my distaste as I wiped the smiles off their faces.

“What’s wrong with you, son?" Mom indirectly tugged my left hand, confusion flashing in her eyes.

I snapped my head at my mom, my jaw clenching, “I asked a simple question, Mom," I snickered, and she eyed me carefully before rolling her eyes. She glared at me and then turned to suddenly uncomfortable Harper.

She masked her expression, smiling as she walked up to her. Uhmm, trust Madam Calantha to always know how to react in every damn situation.

  “Get me grilled cheese with artisanal bread,” Mom ordered a few of the staff and they scrambled away to follow her instruction.

I glanced around the place, my picture was still on the decorated table, and beside it was 24k gold leaf chocolate cake, my favorite and premium champagne.

I knew it was Victoria’s hard work, this has always been the way she decorates every one of my birthdays. She will sit on the sofa waiting for me, even when I return or not, she will wait.

The smile on her face as she wished me happy birthday was priceless. Memories started flashing back, just the thought makes me realize how much I miss her. My heart clenched at the memories.

It was just the two of us. Mom never attends.

I lost a jewel.

   “Feel relaxed and remember don’t drink alcohol because of the baby," Mom excitedly rubbed her tummy, Harper smiled, and that drew my attention back to them. Causing the lines on my face to deepen as I struggled to control my rage.

What dangerous game are you playing, Harper? Yes I know I fucked up big time but I paid this fool ransomly, so why f*****g crawling back into my life with a cheap tactic of being pregnant.

“We need to talk, son," Mom said, and I tore my sharp glare from Harper and moved my gaze to her. “Follow me," she nods to the closed door at the other side of the sitting room, at the extreme.

That is my mini house office.

I hesitated for a while but seeing the look on her face, I sighed and followed her though not without sending Harper a quick glare that had her gulped hard nervously.

We entered the room and she softly locked the door, turning to face me.

“Hmm, you didn’t tell me that your so-called bad luck of a wife had left," she chuckled lightly and my jaw clenched at her words.

“Why are we here?" I snapped and her face flushed instantly, the smile flattering away.

“Word son! You will not raise your voice at your mother, I don’t know what has come over you but I will not have you disrespect me,” she half yelled. "I raised you well,”

I wanted to laugh at her words, *raised well?* But instead, I nodded, running my tongue over my dry lips. Heaven knows that I am trying to control my raging nerves.

My initial plan was to ignore them and climb up but after seeing that fool sitting pretty on my sofa, I lost it.

“What is she doing here? I never remembered inviting her over," I asked sternly, my face darkened.

Mom seemed a bit taken back by my actions, “From how you have been acting, I could tell that you two didn't have any relationship but then why did you sleep with her,"

"It was just normal fling,”

“Fine but the main thing is that she is carrying your child, she is carrying the apparent heir to the Winston household in her stomach," her angry eyes shot back at me before they beamed into a cocky smile. ".... She did it, son!”

I snorted, my face grimacing in disgust. "I am not responsible for that thing in her stomach, that’s not my child!!” I spat, wiping the smirk off her face once more.

There was a brief silence between us before she finally let out a sardonic laugh, confusing me. “Really, son?" She taunted. “Did you use protection?" I gritted my teeth and looked away.

  “Because of that barren good for nothing wife that I don’t know where Dominick got her from, you then think it takes forever to make a baby,"

“MOM!!" I snapped, raising my voice as my angry eyes glanced back at her. I am getting pissed off on how f*****g bad, she is talking about Victoria.

She has my damn baby in her stomach! Not like someone who suddenly got pregnant out of nowhere.

Mom chuckled lightly, dismissively shrugging her shoulders, “Look from the bright side, Logan. This has always been what we wanted, remember the inheritance in the Heritage assets management,” she said calmly, stepping forward. "We need that child in her womb, we have waited for seven years. Just think of what all those wealth and assets will do for us,"

I balled my fists, that has always been what she wanted….. power, and money!!! I have f*****g lifted the family to the world's best business chart on my own after Dad’s demise. I don’t need that old man’s shit.

I have even removed my mind from the assets in heritage management after Victoria couldn't conceive for years. I lost hope, mehh.

   Having said that, she continued, “Now that Harper is carrying your child, all we need to do is to organize your engagement party,” she beamed but I scoffed.

“I’m not getting married to her! I am not even sure that thing in her stomach is mine," I scowled.

“Who cares!" She snapped, the anger flashing back in her eyes.

“Remember a DNA test will be conducted before releasing anything," I quipped back and a tiny reassuring smirk appeared on her lips. "Don’t panic son, I am certain that it is your child,”

I let out a sarcastic laugh, a lopsided grin forming on my face as I stared back at her with my hands tucked inside my pant pocket. “Hmm, fine since you want this marriage," I sneered and she frowned. "... I will personally be taking her to the hospital for a DNA test once the so-called pregnancy is nurtured to five weeks. I will show you that I am not responsible for that,”

Mom sighed, her frustration visible. “I still don't know why you are suddenly worked up, this has always been what we want but anyway, I’ll start preparing for the engagement. You can now keep waiting till five weeks to waste money on a test,” she taunted but I snorted in disgust.

  “No engagement, no marriage until everything is confirmed,"