VI. Delilah's Pov

“No? What do you mean?” She asked.

“He didn't know, and I didn't intend to tell him about it.” I replied.

“But why don't you want to let him know about your baby, isn't he has a right to it? Don't you want to get out of poverty and experience your child's luxurious life?” As she said that I suddenly looked at her as if I didn't like what she meant to me.

“I never wished the wealth he had. I don't need Montenegro's money and not at all, I can raise my baby alone.” After I told her that I left her and I hurried my way.

If all of them think of me like I was just using my child to get all what I want, I would rather just leave this city and go away so they will not know about the true identity of the child in my womb. Yes, I love him, but I can't allow them to get near to my baby nor give him a miserable life like their family. I will make sure that he will not be hurt by anyone and hand him to any clan members of Montenegro. My baby is mine, my life and my world. No one can separate us, even Raphael. I can do anything for my baby, even for a sake of death to save him and to protect him from evil people. I will not make him suffer in the hands of Montenegro, he will never know about them. No one.

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The next morning while I was in the kitchen wiping the dishes, I accidentally overheard the gossiping of my two housemaids.

“Do you know the news about sir and ma'am son?” said the maid one, who had curly brown hair and was a bit chubby.

“Is that about their eldest son, sir Raphael?” replied the person she was talking to.

“He is. Did you know that he is engaged to a famous model from another country?” When I heard what maid one said my ears suddenly perked up as I listened to them both quietly.

“Really? I've heard that too, I don't think it's true that their parents arranged a marriage for the two of them. Poor children can't even choose what they want to do in life, that's why even if my life is this simple, I'm satisfied with it than the life of the high clan is too complicated.” The person who spoke to her responded. I was saddened to think that everything she said was right. Sporadically I dreamed of getting out of this situation, but I never wanted to love a man only because of his wealth. I loved Raphael completely, for who he is and what his personality is, but I didn't know that he hid the truth from me, but instead he made me believe in a big lie.

“You're right there. But he doesn't seem to care if his parents choose any other woman for him, so what else is he looking for in a woman? I heard that she is gorgeous, sexy and most of all elegant, and graduated from a big university abroad.” Maid one said, and I seemed to be weak from what she said. I don't know how I should feel if I should be happy for him, or should I just forget him?

“Yes, by the way, have you heard about what happened to him?” the one who spoke was maid two, where I suddenly stopped wiping the plate and was surprised by what I heard.

“It looks like I've heard about that and that's probably the reason why his parents brought him here.” Their conversation was interrupted when the Montenegro's family suddenly headed to the dining table to eat their breakfast. It appears that the last topic of the two earlier stuck in my mind. I wonder what they both mean about what happened to Raphael in another country. Is it serious or maybe?—

“Hey, Delilah.” Betty's voice suddenly turned my attention when she tapped me on the shoulder. "Are you okay? Do you feel bad?” She added, and I suddenly felt ashamed when I realized that they were all staring at me including the Montenegro's clan except for Raphael who was busy with his cellphone.

What happened to him there? Is he okay? I whispered from my mind.

“Delilah, give them their plate.” Betty whispered to me and I suddenly realized that they were looking at me because I was holding the plates that they were going to use, so I immediately approached them and gently placed their plates in front of them while my attention was only focused to him.

“Are you nervous?” Claus whispered to me when I approached him to give him his plate, but I ignored him and pretended I didn't hear him. After him, I went to Raphael's seat where he was still busy on playing game on his cellphone.

I couldn't help but worry about him, especially from what I heard earlier. It's as if my heart is slowly softening again towards him.

Tell me that what happened to you in a distant place is not serious because I can't forgive myself for the grudges I harbored against you. I was wandering in my mind while I was worried just staring at Raphael and I didn't realize was that I had been standing next to him for a long time and was still holding his plate that was on the table, that's why he slowly turned to me with a trace of curiosity on his face.

“What are you doing there? Are you peeking at me?” he said which surprised me. My eyes widened when our eyes met each other's, and suddenly, I hiccup loudly because of the nervousness I felt in my chest. I immediately turned my back on him and quickly went to the kitchen while covering my mouth with my two hands.

What's wrong with you, Delilah? Why are you still thinking about him, and why are you worried about someone like him? He almost pushed you away, and it's like he erased all the memories of you two from his mind. So, what if something happened to him in a distant place? He didn't even send you a letter to asked you if you're doing great or even update where he was, but he ran away from what he promised you as well as his responsibility. I whispered in my mind as I looked down at my belly and gently touched my baby bump. This is the only reason that gives me courage and hope to still fight the challenges of life and not to give up on the trials I am facing now.

“If it wasn't for you, I would have given up on this boring life of mine a long time ago.” I said to myself while talking to the baby inside my womb.

A few moments later I returned to the dining table to give a glass to the Montenegro's family. I just bowed my head while I felt Raphael looking at me, and he seemed to want to tell me something, but I just pretended not to notice him.

“Thank you.” Claus said to me as he deliberately touched my hand that was holding the glass. I was stunned and tried to remove my hand, but he held it firmly. I can't shout or make a big gesture because the people around us, especially his parents, might notice. He seems wants to flirt with me but regardless of what he do I will never fall for someone like him. I don't like his mischievousness, especially the way he looks at me. While I was simply removing my hand, I didn't realize that Raphael was staring at us, he suddenly stood up and lifted the pitcher on the table with only cold water and poured it into Claus's hand, causing him to steal all of our attention. Claus seemed to be shocked by what his older brother did so he immediately dropped the glass and then stood up.

“What do you think you're doing?” he said angrily to him, with a line of wrinkles on his forehead. I was confused and surprised by what happened, so I immediately bowed in front of him and apologized.

“I didn't mean it, sorry sir.” What I keep telling him.

“No, it's not your fault. You have nothing to apologize to him for.” Raphael said that I looked up at him.

“What happened?” their mother was curious while I was shaking with fear because I knew it was all my fault.

“Pardon me, my brother. I accidentally slipped my hand and wet your hand. Are you okay?” Raphael said to Claus with a mischievous smile on the corner of his lips. Claus looked at him intently while he smirked.

“Wipe my hand.” Claus suddenly reached out his wet hand to me as he confidently looked at his older brother. My gaze shifted to Raphael where his facial expression seemed to have changed and the tension between the two brothers seemed strange. That's why to avoid this problem, I quickly picked up the napkin from the table to wipe his hand, but to my surprise, Raphael grabbed it from me and went to Claus.

He stopped in front of his younger brother and took a deep breath as they were staring at each other. Raphael took Claus' hand, and then he gently wiped it with a napkin.

“What do you think you're doing?”Claus firmly said.