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Carrying The Billionaire's Child CHAPTER FIFTY TWO
MANNYManny woke up with a sick feeling in her gut the day after. She wasn't sure if it was the food she ate last night or pregnancy problem.She didn't think too much of it and hurriedly had her bath, dressed up, and skipped out of her room quietly and quickly.She was lucky enough not to cross paths with Andrew. It was like he knew she'd try to avoid him so he stayed clear.She got outside, entered the car and the chauffeur drove her to work, and by the time she got to the fashion house, everyone was busy.She tried sneaking around to get to her office so she wouldn't see her mother. Her head hurt and she wasn't ready to listen to her mother nagging.“Manny!” She heard a sharp voice call her name.She cursed under her breath and turned towards the direction of the voice.“Mother.” She exclaimed, nearly in the same tone as her mother.“You're late.”Manny rolled her eyes at the familiar words she'd gotten tired of hearing.“I'm pregnant mum, I should be allowed to be late sometimes.”
Carrying The Billionaire's Child CHAPTER FIFTY THREE
ANDREWThe sound of crashes was heard from Andrew's room. He was drunk and angry and that wasn't a good combination for someone like him.His mind flashed back to the morning time when he saw Manny quietly leave the house. He had come down for their ‘talk’ but it looked like she had other plans.Her cries from last night filled his ears and he threw the cup to the wall again. The floor was with shattered pieces of glass, he roughly put his hand through his hair as he tried to think of what to do, he had never been in this kind of situation before.A knock interrupted him as he poured himself another drink and he yelled, “What!?” “Sir, there's a call for you.” A timid voice spoke out.“Come in” He replied, his voice gruff, and a little girl entered the room with a phone in her hand, her eyes down to the floor, she dared not look at him.“Yes?” Andrew answered rudely to the phone.Mr Cooper? Your wife is at the station.”He froze.“Station?” “Yes sir, she was arrested.”Andrew stayed
Carrying The Billionaire's Child CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR
ANDREWThe sound of crashes was heard from Andrew's room. He was drunk and angry and that wasn't a good combination for someone like him.His mind flashed back to the morning time when he saw Manny quietly leave the house. He had come down for their ‘talk’ but it looked like she had other plans.Her cries from last night filled his ears and he threw the cup to the wall again. The floor was with shattered pieces of glass, he roughly put his hand through his hair as he tried to think of what to do, he had never been in this kind of situation before.A knock interrupted him as he poured himself another drink and he yelled, “What!?” “Sir, there's a call for you.” A timid voice spoke out.“Come in” He replied, his voice gruff, and a little girl entered the room with a phone in her hand, her eyes down to the floor, she dared not look at him.“Yes?” Andrew answered rudely to the phone.Mr Cooper? Your wife is at the station.”He froze.“Station?” “Yes sir, she was arrested.”Andrew stayed
Carrying The Billionaire's Child CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE
MANNYVery early the next day, Manny snuck out.The most stupid thing Andrew did was to trust that Manny would stay put. He placed no guards to watch over, in thought that she wouldn't leave. But Manny saw a chance and took it.It took a lot to convince the chauffeur to take her back to her mother's mansion. After a long back and forth, he finally agreed and they hit the road.Manny had thought very hard about her decision and she knew it was for the best.She would just hide out in her house till it all died down, it might take a while but eventually, another news would come up and everyone would forget about her big scandal.As they drove away, Manny could feel that the house she once dreaded would be missed all because of one person, but she would surely return to him.Now she was going to live with the evil queen and honestly, she didn't know what to expect. Will her mother welcome her with open arms? Or will she do as she has always done, pretend like she did have a daughter?It
Carrying The Billionaire's Child CHAPTER FIFTY SIX
MANNY The next day, Manny dressed in a red flowing gown, she looked elegant and stunning as the dress shaped her belly perfectly well. She was going to give a mother a little surprise, and she might probably have a heart attack when she sees her. She got into the car and was off to work. The driver kept glancing at her and hoped she would change her mind considering the situation. It was a bad time for whatever it was she wanted to do. As Manny arrived at the fashion house and stepped out, flashes of cameras from the media blinded her. Reporters shoved mics in her face, wanting to get a statement from her, anything, to satisfy their thirst for gossip. 'Miss Larson, did you really set up a hotel on fire…’ Manny stood in front of the entrance and turned to them. She looked like she was about to say something so they all gathered in front of her while the security guards tried to maintain distance. “What do you have to say about the trending video..?” A report asked but Manny sta
Carrying The Billionaire's Child CHAPTER FIFTY SEVEN
MANNYAndrew was speeding off to Leura the next morning. He couldn't wait another second before he saw her.He had an urgent business meeting, so he was going to see her and then return to the city all in one day. He had decided that it was for the best if she stayed there for the time being, they both had no idea when the current problem was going to blow over and he just wanted his wife to rest since she'd be delivering his baby in the next two months.That didn't mean he had forgotten about Kate and her son, or the DNA test results. He was simply taking his time and as soon as he got the results, he would make his decision and they all have to respect it.Andrew stood at the entrance of the old lady's door, Miranda, dripping wet from the rain that was still falling as he knocked. He beamed with happiness as his wife’s familiar face was the first thing he saw immediately when the door opened.But Manny had failed to mention the surprise she got late last night. So the smile that lit
Carrying The Billionaire's Child CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT
ANDREW“The DNA result." Jason smirked proudly as he delivered his work.“What took you so long?” Andrew asked straight up, still holding the envelope, reluctant to open it.“Open it! What are you waiting for?” His father commanded but he didn't want to open it just yet. What if it was really his child? How would he tell Manny that? He was going to wait till he got home.“Give it to me.” Mr Allen ordered.Andrew sighed and stretched it to his father who snatched the result from his hand and tore it open.In haste, he skimmed through, looking for that important sentence, that sentence that would determine everything.Mr Allen’s breath caught in his throat for a minute there, it was like his soul had left his body as he continued to stare at the paper, his eyes on that particle sentence.With a better composure and an expressionless face, he dropped the paper, silence took over the place.“So?" Andrew asked expectantly, his father gazed at him, gesturing to the open envelope.“See for
Carrying The Billionaire's Child CHAPTER FIFTY NINE
MANNYManny had spent two weeks in Miranda's place, two weeks of eating and sleeping, and a week of not hearing from Andrew.He's been silent all week and his phone was either switched off or not available. It was driving her crazy, if something had happened to him, she would have known, and it would have been all over the news. The only thing on the news was her previous stunt and past story, people seemed to be engaging with it each passing day and it left a big dent in the fashion house.How did she know? Her mother had left dozens of messages on her email, threatening to freeze all her assets if she didn't come back to work and fix the problem she had caused. And like she did every day, she ignored her message.Manny sighed for the umpteenth time as she checked her phone again. She dropped the phone as it had burned her and took a sip of her orange juice.She's been awake since 6:00 a.m., sitting at the dining table, expecting calls from her husband.Her phone beeped and she quic
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In a bright, sunlit kitchen, the aroma of freshly baked cookies fills the air. Amelia sat at the kitchen table, her hands gently resting on her pregnant belly. Her long, brunette hair cascades over her shoulders, and her eyes, filled with a blend of excitement and nostalgia, look lovingly at her two children. Aiden and Adelaide, four, sat eagerly beside her, their wide eyes full of curiosity. “Woah!” The little boy exclaimed with so much excitement. “Was that how you gave birth to us?” Amelia nodded, her smile wide. The children were waiting for their father when they pushed her to tell them a story about how she fell in love with their dad. Now that she was done, they looked at her, more curious than before. "You know, when I was a little girl, not much older than you two, I used to dream about the day I'd have my own family," she began. “And now I do.” She beamed at them. “But why was Daddy so mean to you? He even threatened to take away Angel?!” Adelaide asked,
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The grand cathedral was adorned with cascading white roses, shimmering crystals, and soft candlelight, casting a warm, ethereal glow over the gathering. The air buzzed with the murmur of anticipation and the gentle strains of a string quartet playing in the background. Down the hallway where she was getting set, Amelia felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness as she prepared to walk down the aisle. Her dress was a masterpiece of silk and lace, custom-designed to fit her perfectly. She had designed the dress herself, she might have wielded a gun for ten years but her hands could still hold a needle. Tristan wore a proud smile as he stretched his hands out for her. She took his arm, feeling the weight of the moment settle in her chest, her heart pounding with each step. The doors swung open, and a collective gasp echoed through the hall. Amelia took in deep breaths, and with joy, she took her first step onto the rose-petal-strewn aisle. Her eyes locked with Andrew’s wh
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Amelia spent a month and some days in the hospital getting better but mostly cuddling up with Andrew. Their love continued like she never left. There were times that she would cry while explaining everything she had been through and Andrew would console her, promising to do everything in his power to protect her. Andrew had come to pick her up from the hospital that morning and Josie insisted that Amelia come to her place first. It was her house regardless. “I can't believe this." Josie squealed, unable to contain her joy. All this while, her friend was alive and was right under her nose. She knew the first time she set her eyes on Amelia that there was something familiar about her. “You're alive." She spread her arms wide and Amelia wasted no time in jumping into her embrace. She had missed her so much. "I'm so happy.” "Me too Josie…me too.” The two women cried till they could cry no more. Their cheeks were red, their eyes puffy and their clothes were stained wi
Carrying The Billionaire's Child CHAPTER HUNDRED AND THIRTY
The sound of something shattering jerked Amelia back into consciousness. She tried getting up and groaned as she fell back down. She looked at what was happening around her, her swollen eyes making it almost impossible to see who was who. She was kept hidden in a corner, away from the disaster that was happening. “Fuck.” She heard Sebastian's voice and quickly turned in his direction. She saw him tangled up with the man she had seen so many times. Her captor. “Sebastian.” She croaked, but he couldn't hear. Just then he received a bullet to the end. Amelia froze but then breathed out in relief as he saw Sebastian get up. She looked up to see who had shot the gun and saw Tristan helping him up. ‘Andrew.’ a voice screamed at her. Her eyes scanned the room, her heart pounding, praying something hadn't happened to Andrew as she searched for him. The firing of a gun caught her attention. Tilting her head out of curiosity, she found Andrew, firing his father's both legs. “
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Andrew and his men moved out. The roaring engines of the cars filled the air as they drove deep into the outskirts of town. Andrew drove Tristan and Sebastian with him as he continued running the plan over in his mind. ‘nothing could go wrong.’ He thought, gripping the steering wheel tightly. “Dude, slow down. You're going to get us killed before we even get there." Tristan cautioned, feeling the increasing speed of the car. This was his first ever mission and his anxiety got the better of him. "I should have just stayed behind the scenes like always.” He muttered, regretting his decision the closer they got to their destination. “I didn't force you." Andrew reminded and Sebastian chuckled at the back. "Whatever. I just want to come back alive.” The car became quiet again and after a while, they got to the place. Allen and Lorenzo had done a good job hiding the place. At first, it was pretty hard to locate. Andrew stepped out of his car, the cool air sweeping
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“I kept her under your care.” Andrew bellowed, his eyes blazed with anger as he punched Tristan. Tristan staggered back and massaged his jaw. Andrew had just arrived from Mexico and the first thing on his mind was to punch him. “How the fuck did she get kidnapped!” He roared, hitting him again before he could regain his stance. Couldn't something go right in his absence for once? “I tried to warn her, it's not my fault. She's a grown woman!” Tristan argued, dodging the next punch that Andrew threw at him. Andrew kept charging at him, and Tristan constantly missed it. He tried his best not to hit back, he knew Andrew wasn't himself at the moment. “Andrew!” Josie snapped, her sharp voice pierced through the hallway as her eyes blazed with fury and her lips curled up in anger. “She left on her own. Don't hold my husband responsible.” She hissed coming forward to stand between them. “You should have tried to talk sense into her.” “Who said we didn't?” Josie took a step
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“What do you mean kidnapped?” Andrew barked, his teeth gritting. He left her right there for protection. How was it possible to get kidnapped? “She went out for a walk and never came back. We've been searching for her.” Tristan explained he could tell Andrew wasn't having any of it. “And then?” He hissed. “We got a note yesterday, saying if you want to see your wife, you have to bring the cash.” Andrew fumed at his statement, his hand clenched in a fist. Would his father go this far? Or was it someone else? “Did it say who it's from?” “Lorenzo.” He paled. His blood ran cold at what he would have done to Amelia. Then he felt immersed in Anger. He wasn't going to win this time. Without allowing Tristan to continue, he ended the call, picked up the documents from the table, and headed toward the door. He wasn't losing her for the second time. Getting closer to the exit, he saw Sebastian by the door, a duffel bag in his hand. “I'm going with you.” He said, h
Carrying The Billionaire's Child CHAPTER HUNDRED AND TWENTY SIX
“Why can't you just listen? Don't go out at night, it's a very simple instruction.” Tristan complained as he drove Amelia back to the house. She had gone out of the house again for her ‘evening walks.’ “You can't tell me what to do.” She whined, folding her hands like a child that had been scolded. “Andrew isn't here at the moment so as of right now, I get to tell you what to do.” Amelia just scoffed as she looked out her window, the night cool air, hitting her as Tristan drove. They got home to see Josie by the entrance, pacing. “Amelia.” She rushed over to her and hugged her. “You got me so worried, don't just leave the house like that ever again.” “Andrew said your life might be in danger, that's why you have to stay with us.” “I'm sorry for making you worry but I'm here now. Why don't we go inside?” Josie nodded and Amelia led her into the house by the hand. Everyone had retired to bed and was now sleeping, except her. So she decided to go again. Making su
