Chapter 4

Lily's POV

A woman walked down the stairs to meet us, her eyes were on me the whole time and she had a clear look of disgust on her face. I unconsciously looked at my body, I was wearing a short and slightly revealing gown. Its full length stopped just a few centimeters after my ass and a deep v at the front that exposed the sides of my breasts. It was my typical work outfit so I didn't think it was that bad. Do I really look like a beggar?

“Who is this, William? You cannot just bring any random person from god knows where into the house, what if people saw you?” the woman spoke up again. She was taller than me and had some resemblance to William so I guessed she was his sister. Apart from that, there was something familiar about her that I couldn't quite put a hand on at the moment.

William had a straight face and didn't look moved at all, instead he cleared his throat and said loudly, “Can I have everyone's attention please, I have an announcement to make?” The woman rolled her eyes at her brother and sent me a death glare.

I breathed out and clutched August's hand to calm my nerves. From the attitude of the woman I could tell that staying here wasn't going to be easy but as long as it was for my son, I was willing to bear anything.

One by one, the remaining members of the family trooped out. There was an old fragile woman in a wheelchair, another young woman, two girls who looked like they were around age 5 and 7, and a man. It was a full house, their eyes bored into me and August like we were some sort of aliens with two heads. I had to direct my gaze to the ground as if there was something very intriguing about it.

“Where’s Damien?” I heard William ask.

“He is not around, he traveled for some business” the other woman said in a timid voice.

“Oh well, Everyone, this is Lily and her son August. Lily, this is Arla, my only sister, Damien, my younger brother, is not home. This is Sarah, his wife, and these two girls are Kylie and Jenner, Arla's children. This man here is Toby, Arla's husband. My mother Evelyn is the one on the wheelchair” William introduced everyone to me while the others only stared, the two girls attempted to send a friendly wave over when their name was called but with one look from Arla, they refrained.

Well, this is very welcoming. I could feel the love already.

“William, what is going on? Who is she?” Arla resumed her questioning again with her hands on her hips.

William paused for a second, meeting everyone's eyes before walking closer to stand by my side, his placed his hand on my waist and maintained a steady gaze with me before saying, “Lily is my fiance and the mother of my unborn child, we are getting married in a few days so I hope you all can treat her well as part of the family” then he leaned and kissed me.

There was a deafening silence that followed. Everybody was shocked, I included. Was there any need to be that dramatic and why were butterflies running wild in my stomach from such a simple kiss?

“Oh no! Hell no!” Arla finally found her voice and said.

“Whether you agree or not is none of my business, you are free to attend the wedding or not” William jaw ticked as he spoke to them but his eyes were trained on his sister.

“William, Have you gone insane?! You want to ruin the image of this family and cause a scandal by marrying this girl who looks like someone who lives in a club?” Arla loudly challenged.

Well, I was a stripper but the way she said it made me feel a bit offended.

William doesn't reply to her, instead he turns to Sarah and says, “Please show Lily her room, she will be staying with her son. Give her the spare room close to mine” he instructed then he turned to me and said, “I will be right back”

I nodded in understanding and watched him walk away, the atmosphere became awkward with the fuming Arla in it. Sarah walked forward quietly and offered a small shy smile before saying, “Come on, let me show you to your room”

I muttered an ‘okay’ and turned to leave with her when I heard Arla shout, “stop right there!”

With a few steps she came to stand in front of me, her eyes were wide as saucers and it was burning with rage. She raised her hand and pointed at me, “Look, I don't know the nasty hole my brother picked you from but I'm not going to let your low class self ruin my name that I had managed to build for years. That thing is your belly, how much do you need to get rid of it huh? Tell me because my brother is so desperate for an heir that he would basically take anything, I won't sit and watch him ruin his name, I will pay you triple the money so you can get rid of it and disappear from our lives forever… So tell me!!!” she demanded furiously with pride.

I raised my head to look at her in the eyes, I may be poor but I still had my dignity, I won't tolerate her looking at me so lowly, “No, thank you. I am not interested. I will not abort my child” I replied with a firm tone so she knows I meant every word.

My words seemed to tick her off even more, her nostrils flared and she leaned closer to me before saying in an audible whisper.

“Then I promise to make your life here as miserable as possible so that you will beg to leave. Welcome to your hell”