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2024-10-29 19:42:56OLIVIA
Two months of suffering.
Two months of hiding.
Two months of looking for jobs in L.A. Jobs that paid less than fifty bucks a day and I was on the verge of giving up.
With a day off and running out of money, I hopped into the nearest café I could find overspending on creamy donuts because my baby craved the sugar.
I might have craved the sugar too after four days of dishwashing in a restaurant down town.
What I didn’t expect before coming here though was…
Him.
Ryat Winchester standing in front of me, his calculative eyes on my belly and his scowl bigger than the thunderclouds slowly forming outside.
I admit, I panicked.
I didn’t think he would find me.
And with the panic came the lie.
Daniel Carreo, my ex-boyfriend from high school appeared out of nowhere like my knight in shining armor and I had to lie.
I had to lie that he was my baby daddy.
Right now, though Ryat looks like he can see through my lies but I still hold my head high.
Please leave.
Just leave.
Walk away.
“This isn’t over, curvy. Not by a longshot it isn’t.”
His words strike me like thunder on a sunny day as he glares at me, my belly and the man standing behind me with his hand on my waist.
The endearment he used on me when we were behind closed doors, makes my swollen legs wobble but I promised myself I would never fall for his charms again.
I didn’t need the heartbreak and my baby didn’t a dad who would hate him and call him a bastard.
Once Ryat’s tall muscular frame disappears from sight, I release a strangled breath stepping away from Daniel and his lawyer friend who lied that I was his ‘client’.
“Liv”, Dan starts and I cut him off.
“I’m sorry. I had to do that to keep him away from me for the meantime.”
“Is he the father?” Dan’s friend, the lawyer that reeks of expensive cologne, asks and I smile awkwardly.
“Yes, and thank you for what you did a few minutes ago. It means a lot to me and-.”
“I meant it, Ms. Cabello. I will file a restraining order as soon as possible if you do not want Mr. Winchester to come near you or your child. You are my client and everything you do-.”
I chuckle, taking a few steps back with my bag tightly clutched in my hands.
“Wait, wait. I’m thankful for what you just did, believe me, I am but this game has gone on long enough. I’m not your client, I don’t know you and I haven’t been called a miss anything for a long time. Dan?”
My eyes shift to Dan.
The first boy I ever kissed and also the same boy I broke up with because my mother didn’t approve of the relationship at the time. We were too young she said.
“He came to me looking for you. I know this seems a bit strange, Liv but you’ve gotta hear what your lawyer has to say. Please?”
My lawyer?
Ten minutes later, we are sated in a booth overlooking the window, my mind chaotic, my blood on ice.
“Ms. Cabello, do you have any questions?”
A lot.
“My abuela never spoke of another man. As far as I knew my grandfather was blood related to my father and you want to tell me that’s not the case? How do I believe whatever you are saying?”
“He has proof”, Dan retorts.
The lawyer hands me a bunch of papers some of which involve DNA samples between my father with his real father.
“When your grandmother married your grandfather, she was already pregnant with Sir Antonio’s child. Your father that is.
Sir Antonio found out he had a son ten years later. He tried to make contact but your grandmother refused anything to do with my boss because she was already married and in love.”
That sounds like my abuela. Not pointing fingers but she was a bitter old hag up to date.
“Why didn’t your boss contact my father later?”
“He tried”, the lawyer says.
“And?”
“Your father refused to hear him out.”
Why did dad never say anything about it to us? To mom? To me? He trusted me with everything.
“And what makes you think I should take you up on your offer? If my father refused to have any ties with your boss, I should also do the same.”
“Sir Antonio named you and your future children as his heirs. He’s always wanted that since he learnt of your father’s existence. It was his final wish on his deathbed.
His mansion, all the estates he owns in the world, his businesses, stock shares all including the ones in crypto; everything belongs to you should you accept it. Should you not accept it, all his money and hard work will be reinvested in charity. And the money is an approximate two billion dollars.”
I cough.
Then I choke.
Then Dan offers me a glass of water and I drink it all in one gulp.
“Liv? You still with us?”
“Yes. Yes. Um, is there a deadline to this? This all seems too much for me to handle in a day.”
Understanding and too calm for a man who just said he’s handling an approximate two billion dollars written in the will of a grandfather I didn’t know about; the lawyer slides his business card towards me on the table.
“William Sterling at your service. You can call anytime but word of advice, ma’am? Accept the fortune for your child. I have worked with the Winchesters before and if your child is a Winchester, they’ll stop at nothing to have him.”
I know.
That’s why I ran.
That’s why I have to pack and run to another state where Ryat wouldn’t think of searching me in.
He will never have my baby. Not while I still breathe.
I take the card, shove it in my pockets then I leave the last of my money on the counter excusing myself and making a run for the door.
“Hugo would have wanted you to take the money, Liv.”
Soft, with a hint of a smile and warm charm, Daniel’s voice hits my back and I breathe in the fresh air looking heavenward to the skies that have turned grey.
I want to sob at the odds of me inheriting a billion dollars.
I want to cry at the odds of Ryat finding me.
I want to laugh at whatever happened back there.
When I turn around, all I feel is the grief of losing my father all over again because of my own stupidity.
“Unlucky for me, my father’s not here so we don’t know what he would have wanted or not.”
“What do you want?”
“Right now? To hide? To lay low? To run?”
“How long will you be running from your ex? Will that be healthy for your baby? For you?”
A few years later and my ex-boyfriend looks like he stepped out of a Vogue cover page. He sounds just as sweet as I remember too.
But that won’t be enough to convince me to stay.
“I can’t do this right now. it was nice seeing you here. Thank you for bringing that lawyer to me but I can’t do this, Dan. Goodbye.”
I swivel around.
I look at the traffic light turn green.
Then I decide to cross the road.
It takes fourteen steps for the universe to screw me over.
A white speeding truck appears out of nowhere from the opposite side of the road.
It only takes a minute for me to see it.
It only takes seconds for the truck to collide with my body, scooping me up into the air and leaving gravity to do the rest.
The rain starts pouring, my entire body crashes with the tarmac on the road.
I hear screams.
I hear my name being called.
But I look at the skies, my eyes wet, my blood sticking with my hair, my body aching, my limbs possibly broken and I whisper, “My baby…”
Please take me. Not my baby. Not my baby, please.
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