All Chapters of Carrying An Heir For The Wrong Billionaire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CONRAD “You know, for a man who just got married, you look like you're attending a funeral," Gavin Young, my best friend, chuckled, clapping me in the shoulder. I slowly shook his hand off, a tight smile plastered on my face. “It wouldn't be a first, would it?" Everything about today felt hollow. My gaze, despite my efforts to appear present, drifted continuously towards the heavy glass door my father had disappeared into. I glanced at my watch and it was over twenty minutes since they left together.“So, this Amy—Ame__”"Amelia. Amelia Hughes.” I subconsciously correct him."Right, Amelia. She's the one, huh? When did you have the time to find a wife? It's really not your cup of coffee.”I sighed, gulping down a glass of red wine I picked from a servant's serving tray.The ‘one’ was a laugh. More like a caricature. She was a means to something I wanted. But the thought of her alone with my father gnawed at me. My chest felt a familiar tightness, like a tremor from years under his

AMELIA A sharp knock on the door jolted me from my thoughts. My heart leaped as I opened my eyes, glancing towards the door. The knock came again, softer than before.I came down from the bed, strolling to the door. The sharp knock the first time startled me so much that my heart started racing. I turned the door knob slowly, opening the door to reveal a servant standing there, her hands folded behind her. My heart stopped racing and I sighed. “Mrs Amelia," she began, her voice calm. “Mr Pierre instructed me to call you down for dinner." I glanced at the clock near my bed and it was already evening. I hadn't even noticed that darkness had covered.“Thank you," I said to the servant, forcing a small smile. “I'll be right down." She nodded and left, then I closed the door. Right. Dinner. My stomach gave another protest and this time, I refused to ignore it. My basic needs persisted.I looked at Noah, who was awake and playing with his tablet on the bed. With a smile, I walked over

CONRAD I had stood at the top of the staircase, leaning against the cold railing, watching Amelia rush her breakfast, clutch the file I had given her and disappear from the house. She was punctual. Efficient, and it gave me satisfaction.I settled down on the leather chair beside the window in my office. After many promises and failures, my father had finally acknowledged me and handed the company over to me.Even if he looked reluctant when handing it over to me, I didn't care. Now it was finally mine, I would leave my prints everywhere around here. Every legacy my father had built with this company would fade quickly.I wasn't satisfied with the answer Amelia had given the previous day. “Have you really been in this city for a year?" I had asked, looking at her eyes to see the lies. Yet, she had answered smoothly, without blinking.I wasn't convinced. Tristan had a motive for asking her those questions that day. He knew something and I felt something was wrong. Her composture infur

AMELIA I pulled out a chair, sat Noah down, then pulled out another and settled down into my own. Noah smiled, his tiny teeth visible as he dangled his small legs.“Momma, pasta!" he exclaimed, his eyes bright. Pasta was his favourite food and if he didn't eat it to his satisfaction, he would throw tantrums till God knows when.“Hold on, dear,” I murmured, reaching for a fork. "I'll feed you.” He smiled, his legs still dangling excitedly.The silence that followed was thick, punctuated only by the clinking of our cutlery against the glass plates. Conrad ate steadily, his gaze fixed on his meal."Did you find a job?" Conrad suddenly asked, halfway through the meal. He didn't lift his head as he talked.I looked at him, surprised he even cared to ask. His tone was devoid of any emotion, merely factual.“Yes," I said, my voice soft. “I'll start tomorrow." A flicker of something, maybe just a momentary shift in attention crossed his face before it returned to its usual composed way. “Wh

AMELIA I quickly relaxed, smoothening the shock away from my face. Mr Pierre caught sight of me standing metres away from the dining table. A wide smile spread across his stern features— a smile that always unnerved me.“Amelia! There you are," Mr Pierre said. “Come and have a seat." He gestured towards the empty chairs for me to sit on any.I managed a weak smile, walking to the empty chair beside Conrad. I don't know why, but I thought I was safe, sitting close to him.Conrad glanced at me, then looked away, his gaze fixed on the lobster rice he was eating. It was like he was deliberately avoiding his father's gaze each time they were together. He never looked in his father's direction.We ate in silence, the clattering of cutleries on a plate audible. Just then, Mr Pierre sipped a glass of water and leaned back on the chair, looking at Conrad.“Conrad," he called. Conrad didn't look up or pause. He continued to eat, like he didn't hear anything. “Give Tristan a share from the comp