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"It's all his fault." "That name rings a bell," Grandma Betty said, her brow furrowed. "That's the Italian billionaire who's been making headlines, right? The one with all the money and the scandalous reputation?" "Yeah," I said, feeling a wave of nausea wash over me. "That's the one. He was the one who...who got me pregnant." Grandma Betty’s eyes widened. She had a look of pure shock and disbelief. "Caroline, honey, you've never mentioned..."

I was about to bite back with a fierce reply when she moved, and the bag covering her belly shifted aside, giving me a glimpse of the swell in her middle. The woman was pregnant! After learning this, I bit my lips to suppress any words that might come out of my mouth that I might regret later. Taking a deep breath, I was about to apologize when she muttered “idiot” under her breath. My plan to apologize evaporated into thin air. There was no way I would apologize to her again after she just insulted me. Finally, she lifted her gaze to me, revealing her face. Natalia Romani! I stared at her in shock. For a second, I was unable to move.

“You just got pregnant.” The humiliation burned instantly through Elena’s chest. Sophia stepped closer. “You know what everyone here thinks about you?” Elena swallowed hard. “Please stop.” But Sophia only smiled faintly. “They think you’re another desperate girl who saw a billionaire and spread her legs hoping for money.” Elena’s breath caught painfully. Across the ballroom, laughter and music continued like nothing was happening. Nobody noticed the quiet destruction happening in this corner. Sophia tilted her head slightly. “The sad part?” she whispered. “Damien probably thinks the same thing.” That hurt. God, that hurt more than Elena expected. Because part of her feared it was true. Damie

The moment he disappeared into the bathroom, I stared at the box of premium cherries on the table, tears threatening to spill over. The comments had said I was pregnant. That I'd cling to him desperately, only to be killed by his true love. That my child would be abused. If I wasn't pregnant, maybe there was still hope. But what if I was? [So, she is finally scared? Too late.] [Honestly, pretending to be nice now won't save her. Landon's fiancée is already on her way.] [I feel so bad for him. He's put up with her abuse for way too long.]

I fell back on my seat in disbelief. How could this be? She was pregnant when I rejected her? I couldn't hold back my tears as they fell freely. I threw away my family for nothing. She had to go through the process of pregnancy and childbearing alone, cleaning houses for strangers to make ends meet. Was that why she kept trying to see me? She must have wanted to tell me of the pregnancy and stopped trying when she found out I had moved on. Here I was wasting away with my pack while my mate and my children suffered in the human town. What a joke. A billionaire whose mate had to clean houses for money to take care of herself and the children. I hated myself. The shock was so much that I felt a

She laid her palm flat on of her belly. She was pregnant with a child. A baby that wasn't her ex-husband's, the man she'd dedicated four years of her life to. Inside her? A baby..which, according to the stone-faced billionaire napping in a far corner of this sprawling apartment like an evil dragon on top of its gold, had been put there by mistake, as casually as a misplaced memo. She almost laughed. Have she not been so tired, and nearly heartbroken?

"That's such a shame, I wonder how her career will be after this? And this came after she got such a huge lead role." "What career? It's over as far as I know. I also heard she got pregnant by a bum, and that makes it a few degrees worse." I turned the corner and met the two gossip buddies engrossed loudly in their talk that they didn't notice me right away. It was when I cleared my throat that one of them turned towards me, and I watched, satisfied, as her eyes grew comically wide before she tapped her partner and straightened up. "G- good morning Sir," they stuttered, their eyes down cast as they tried to look at anywhere besides in front of them. I eyed them sharply, staring at their name

One of them was laughing over a document, everything just looked so awkward to me. “They forged everything,” Rhys muttered. “The sonogram. The pregnancy report. They paid a doctor to back it up.” I stared at him. “So she’s not pregnant?” He shook his head. “No. It was all a setup.” A rush of emotions surged through me. Relief. Anger. Disgust, practically everything. “Why would they do this?” “Because Antonio wants the company. And Ciara wants me. Or at least, she wants to destroy whatever happiness I have left.”

Cheated on, pregnant and now going to be unemployed too. And worse, I knew it was going to take a long time to get over him. I had after all let him in, and made him a huge part of my life. His touch, his smell and every moment we had spent together were going to keep haunting me forever. Like permanent tattoos and scars. As I walked in the airport heading for my flight. I spotted the magazine front page cover which had Annabell on it, her hand on her stomach as she announced that she was pregnant. They were calling it the celebrity billionaire baby.