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Carrying The Billionaire's Child CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT
MANNY“Where are you going?” Josie questioned as she snuck into Manny's room. Manny turned her head suddenly to Josie’s direction—luckily, it didn't snap.“Work." “Work? As in the fashion company work or you are going to the kitchen to make breakfast work but you just decided to wear something fancy.”“The first one.” Manny replied without looking at her.“Manny…” Josie called in a warning tone. Manny could see the look of disapproval on her face through the mirror but she was going anyway.She couldn't stay idle at home all day.“Look, I'm going okay. Not all of us are cut out to be housewives.” Manny shot and Josie feigned an angry expression.Since she got married to Tristan, she decided she didn't want to work anymore, and she quit her job. She saw in movies the billionaire's wives becoming housewives and it turned out great for them, why should it be any different for her?“I am a proud housewife. Besides, you've been staying at home is what you've done for the past one month.”
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MANNY “Avery?" Manny whispered, and Avery grinned, showing her perfect teeth. “Finally." Avery let out, the smile never leaving her face, with the knife still in her hand. “I was getting a little bit tired of acting. The heavy makeup was starting to spoil my face." “But…how…?" “How am I here?" Avery smirked “I got a text from someone who hates you as much as I do and the next thing I knew, I was on a first-class flight back to Australia with a new identity.” She explained and recalled how Andrew had threatened her because of Manny and put her on a plane flying out of the country. Thanks to Kate, she was able to come back. “Did Kate send you?" Manny was bold enough to ask, she didn't think Avery had the guts to hurt her. "Send me? No, not at all. But you can say that we're working together and I don't think she’ll mind if I just—” Avery grabbed Manny by the wrist and brought the knife closer. As she was about to inflict an injury, a furious knock on the door int
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MANNY Manny nuzzled closely to the handsomely built guy that slept beside her, last night still stuck in her head. She couldn't wait to have all of him. “You're staring, go back to sleep.” Andrew groaned and turned to the other side. It was the first time he was getting any sleep in days and he didn't want to be disturbed. “You'll be late.” "I don't care." He said, pulling the duvet over himself. Unable to sleep back, Manny got up and entered the bathroom. “Can I join you?” She heard Andrew speak from under the sheets. “Are you going to go to work?” "Never mind.” He sighed and continued to sleep. He slept all the while Manny had her bath, around her, it was always different. Manny shook her head as she saw him still asleep when she came out of the bathroom. She dumped her wet towel on him. She was the pregnant one, but Andrew was sleeping like he was carrying twins. “Are you trying to seduce me?” His head stuck out of the duvet as Manny stood bare in front of the
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ANDREW “Whose child is dead?” Andrew threw numerous questions at Manny, not understanding the issue. “What the fuck is going on Manny? Who's dead?” He yelled and she began to get scared. Holding the curtains for balance, she whispered, “Andrew…” Manny's breathing quickened as tears rushed out as she faced him. The doctor quickly took measures to calm her down and Andrew helped her lie down after she was relaxed. “Harry, what is it?” Andrew demanded, not minding the age gap between them. Doctor Harry bowed his head, sorry. “Your baby is dead. It's why she couldn't feel any movement.” “What do you mean dead?” Andrew looked to the doctor and then to Manny, he needed an explanation. “Your wife had informed me that she had ingested a poison and that had greatly affected the unborn child…” “And?” Andrew was getting impatient, “The previous doctor had mentioned that but they also said there was a possibility that the child would survive.” “Yes. There's a one percent
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MANNY“Have you heard from Kate recently?”“No. Still nothing.” Andrew answered coldly as he tried away on his laptop.“Are you hungry?”“I'm good.” Manny sighed and laid on the bed.It's been a month and they've heard nothing from Kate. Not threat messages, no attacks. Even Avery was keeping a low profile these days.It was like she'd disappeared all of a sudden. If only that were true.But Andrew was still on high alert, he knew she was waiting for a perfect time to strike and that was one of the many reasons he was still at Manny's house.“Won't you say something?” “What is there to say? It's not like you'll listen anyway.” Andrew snickered. He had decided to let Manny do as she pleased, still a part of him thought it would be wise to stay with her just in case—another one of the many reasons.“That's not fair. You can't possibly understand, you're not the one carrying a dead child!” Manny yelled. If Andrew was going to be a dick, it would be better if he'd left.“So you admit th
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ANDREW “She's gathering men.” Tristan rushed into Andrew's office shouting, his eyes fixated on his phone. “Who is?” “Kate. She met with three men yesterday in a small town but what they were talking about, I haven't found out yet.” Tristan tattled, curiosity evident in his voice. Kate had been quiet since last month. He was almost sure that she had given up on her quest. The sudden visitation of those mysterious men made him think otherwise. “Why?” Andrew paused and turned to him distrustful. “How did you know that?” “I have someone on the inside.” He revealed, his shoulders up in pride for doing such a good job. “Hmmm.” He sniggered and returned to his work. He chose to trust Tristan blindly, but if he was anything like Jason, he wouldn't hesitate to kill him off, not minding other factors. “So what do we do now?” “We?” Andrew raised an eyebrow at his statement. He was nothing but a tool. “You think I'll just sit down and let you have all the fun? I want in
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MANNYManny was starting to get antsy as she waited for Andrew. He said it was a quick stop, so why was he taking so much time.After waiting for another thirty minutes, she got out of the car.She heard muffled voices as she went in. As she got closer, the voice got louder. She could recognise Mr Allen's voice, and could hear him yelling?“Love her?" She heard. Who was she referring to? Before she could think about it, Andrew's voice came up."I can't go on with the plan father. What if she finds out?”"Who cares?” Manny heard his father reply back.She was confused. They seemed to be talking about her, yet she knew nothing about what they were saying.What plan did Andrew know of?“Do you know how much it took for me to pay for a sperm swap? Her mother got the doctors and was foolish enough to sign a contract with me.”"A sperm swap?” She mumbled and from Andrew's question, she could tell he was just as confused as she was.If his father had paid for a sperm swap, that would mean, t
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YEARS AGO The dimly lit room rumbled with laughter as the two men clung their glasses together and took a drink. The smell of scotch filled the room as they both bathed in their victory. It was all theirs. They'd won, though nationally, a win was a win. “You've done well my friend." One of the men commended, as he took another glass of victory. “We've done well.". The second person present corrected. It was their doing, now they were on top, all-powerful, with everyone's bowing at their feet. “We’ve taken over nationally. Next, the world.” The two let out another round of laughter. The month had been good for them. "So Allen, you said you wanted to see me?” “Ah, yes." Allen adjusted in his seat as he thought of the words to use. “I'm here about the money Fransisco." He finally said. Fransisco looked at him exasperated, it wasn't something he wanted to discuss, again. Especially not now that he was too drunk. “But we've settled the matter. We share it equally, wh
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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
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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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“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
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“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
