All Chapters of Carrying An Heir For The Wrong Billionaire : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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GAVIN'S BETRAYAL

CONRAD Daddy. Right. The word Colton had taught him to say. My heart instantly skipped a beat. It was still strange hearing him say that word. It wasn't me. ‘Daddy’ wasn't me. It didn't feel like me. I stood there, letting him hug my legs as long as he could, sobbing. After a minute had passed, Noah pulled away, rubbing his eyes again. I knelt down to his level, looking at him. He was shaken and scared to be alone. His eyes were almost red from crying. He had cried for a long time, indeed. I didn't know what I was doing, but I found myself talking to him gently. “What's wrong?" I asked. He whimpered. “Mo–momma." I ran a hand over my face. What would I say now? “She–she went out for a while, but she'll be back soon.” That was the best I could come up with. Good heavens! He held my fingers, looking at me. "Stay with you.” I narrowed my eyes, trying to understand what he was saying. His voice was muffled as it mixed with his whimpering. "Stay with you.” “You want to stay wi

AMELIA IS AWAKE

CONRAD I strode to the living room, taking off my suit jacket. When I reached the middle of the room, I stopped, glancing at Irene. She immediately stood up, a sheepish smile appearing on her face. “Conrad." I exhaled. “Irene. To what do I owe this visit?" She frowned, pouting her mouth. “Really, Connie? Why are you being formal with me?" “Why are you here Irene?" “Connie… can't I come to see you again? You're asking like I'm not invited here anymore.” My glance turned to an icy glare. "You should know that you're not invited here. I made it clear to you. Now, please leave.” I turned to leave the living room and descend the stairs, but Irene's words stopped me. "But Connie, I–I already apologised to Amelia at the hospital. I really did.” I turned back, narrowing my eyes at her. “You did what? Which hospital?" What did she mean by that? Had she gone to see Amelia in the hospital? With Amelia's condition? Irene went silent, averting her gaze to the fireplace. I walked cl

BACK HOME

AMELIA The moment I saw Conrad, my heart fluttered. I could hear my heart beating against my chest. A wave of warmth flooded my body. I wasn't just relieved to see him. I was happy and glad that he was the first person to show up after I had woken up. I stared at him, my eyes bright. I waited for him to say any other thing, anything except for asking me if I was alright. I didn't know how long I was unconscious but I wondered how Conrad had been doing since that time. His eyes softened and lingered on me longer than usual. “Noah has been discharged already," he said, his voice low and gentle. “I know. The nurse told me a while ago. How is he doing?" “Missing you a lot." I licked my lips, the dryness making me uncomfortable. Was Conrad talking about himself or Noah. I knew it was about Noah, but I hoped it was about him too. I hoped he missed me while I was here alone. My body was still weak. I hadn't gotten out of bed or moved around since I woke up. Just then, the room do

DNA TEST

AMELIA I descended the polished staircase, yawning silently. I had been at home for two weeks now, just because I was still recovering. I had recovered and regained my strength a week ago, but Conrad still insisted on me resting for a while longer. He didn't want me leaving the house to go anywhere, not even back to my work. I went into the dining room, settling down on an empty chair in the middle of the table. It was a weekend, so Conrad was at home today. It was noon now, and I felt bored by the minute. Mr Colton entered the dining room from the kitchen, carrying a tray of cookies and a glass of orange juice in his hands. He placed them on the table in front of me, smiling. “Mr Conrad instructed that you should eat this," he said. I glanced at the plate, surprise etched on my face. Just a few minutes ago, a servant had brought a tray of toast and glass of juice up to my room, telling me that Conrad had told him to bring it." And now, again? I couldn't eat anything again fo

AMELIA WALTERS?

AMELIA I raked a hand through my hair, trying to make sense of the paternity test results in front of me. It wasn't true. None of it made sense. Conrad couldn't be Noah's father. However, the paternity test made me stay silent, confused thoughts flooding my head. The test seemed accurate. But I had never met Conrad before then. We didn't know each other until we got married. So, how could he… be Noah's father. I didn't want to believe it. Not until I knew it was the truth. I pressed my arms against the table, using it to support my head. Memories of how I had Noah suddenly flooded my head. Slowly but gradually. The incident of that night came rushing back. What had happened to me at the bar, how I got pregnant. It had all started at the bar. And Conrad couldn't be the person at the bar that night. He wasn't so evil to do such to me. That man from that night couldn't possibly be him. That wasn't Conrad that day. The person had a scar on the side of his neck, and Conrad didn't—th

FAKE THREATS

AMELIA My eyes remained fixed on Conrad. He stayed silent, his face grave. He knew the name. The name I only answered at the bar, during my work. I couldn't answer Hughes, because it would tarnish my parents' image. “The daughter of the billionaire family, Mr and Mrs Hughes, works at a bar." That would be the headline if I had used my real name to work there. And I wouldn't have been spared by either of my parents. But Conrad knew the name. Conrad stood motionless, his eyes unsteady. They were laced with… grief. He didn't look calm anymore. He looked like a storm had did him bad. "Were you the man from that night?” I asked. I hoped for a no. A denial. That he wasn't the person. I didn't mean to do that to you,” he finally said, voice low, cracking on the first word. "God, Amelia… I didn't mean to do it and I didn't know it was you." The words struck me deep in my heart. I staggered back, my breath coming in rasps. “Conrad… it– it was you? The man was you? And you didn't me

DON'T LEAVE, PLEASE

AMELIA The room was still and dead quiet. I could feel a weight pressing against my ribs. Maybe I didn't want to tell him that Noah was his son yet. But Colton would have told him later on. Conrad's voice suddenly cut through the silence, his voice ragged. "What do you mean? Which paternity test?" “The one Colton did secretly." “But, Noah? How?" “How?” My eyes became teary again. “After that night, I got pregnant. That's how it ruined my life. Noah's striking features to yours, the resemblance with eye colour and hair. The resemblance and everything, Conrad. He's your biological son.” Conrad bit his lips mildly, running a hand through his hair. I stood there, hoping to hear something from him. Maybe he would be happy that Noah was his son. Maybe, he would finally accept Noah and care for him like his actual son. Just maybe. But when I stared at his face, remorse and sadness etched deeply on it. That shattered the little hope in me. His jaw tightened. “I did a terrible thi

ENGAGEMENT MISUNDERSTANDING

CONRAD Gavin looked at me, his head tilting. He remained calm, but his left eyebrow was constantly twitching. It was a tic that had always happened to him whenever he was nervous or anxious. Too nervous. “Alexander Corporation? Is it really a huge company? Cause I haven't heard of it before." But his grin faded. Too quickly. He took out a pen from his trouser pocket and flipped it round his fingers repeatedly. It was another way Gavin avoided being nervous. Once when we were in high school, Gavin had taken his father's car out for a party and had crashed it. When his father asked, Gavin denied it plainly, while playing with his pen. He had said that the pen kept him stress free for a while, so he always had one with him wherever he went. "Really? You haven't?” He shook his head, looking away. “No,” he said, then paused. "I don't think I have. But Conrad, come on.” He leaned forward now, hands on the desk. "Why would you be interested in a less popular company? There are many m

AMELIA'S WHEREABOUTS

CONRAD I loosened my tie as I walked in the hallway, the stress of today pressing against my chest like a sledgehammer. Gavin's words were still etched to my skull, but I didn't let that matter to me right now. I needed to focus on other things. My footsteps slowed when I saw Noah in the hallway, running towards me. His curly hair flew as he ran. He was wearing his Spiderman pajamas. “Daddy!" He squealed, approaching me. He launched himself at my legs, wrapping his small arms around my knees, giggling. I ruffled his curly hair. “Noah." Behind him, Colton approached us, his steps slow and his breath slightly uneven. He couldn't run. Old age had gotten to him quickly, despite the fact that he wasn't that old. “Evening, Mr Conrad," he greeted, folding his hands behind him. “I was trying to put him to bed, but it looks like he isn't ready yet." A faint smile tugged at my lips subconsciously. Then, my eyes flickered to Amelia's bedroom door, a few metres away from where I stood.

EMOTIONS

CONRAD Amelia stopped in front of me, her face etched with tiredness. Her shoulders were lowered a fraction. “Conrad," she called, her voice low and soft. Her gaze was on me. I instantly shot up from the sofa and wrapped my hands around her, one hand on her upper back, the other at the back of her hair, smoothening it. I pulled her deep into my arms, her cool breath smearing on my neck. I hugged her for what seemed like eternity, not letting go once. “Conrad," she called again. Then, I pulled away, locking my eyes with her. She stared at me, her expression filled with slight confusion and surprise. I have never been this eager to hear someone call my name. And never did I think that I would be eager to hear it in a million years to come. But here I was, glad to hear Amelia call my name. Even if it's just once. She called it. “Amelia. How are you doing?" “I'm fine," she responded, her eyes heavy. “Where have you been since last night? I tried calling your line but__" My voic

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