Dominic's POV. "What are you doing to me?" I asked, pulling away from the kiss. What the hell is going on. Why was she suddenly into me? Is she drunk? I took a few deep breaths, pulling further away from her as I tried to stabilize my thoughts. "What is it, why'd you stop?" She asked, a worry and concern etched on her face. "Ruby, are you really asking me why I stopped? Just few days ago your step dad slapped me, telling me to stay away from you. Just few days ago you were all into Ethan, but now you come here, grab me and kiss me. I don't understand you.” "Ummm.." she took a long look at me, and in the most seductive manner she asked, "do you not want me?" "Want you?" I reechoed. "I've wanted you since the very moment you stepped into this company with my child. But you made it clear you don't want me coming near to our child." "What if I changed my mind?" She was asked. I moved closer to her, unable to comprehend her words. My two hands rested on both sides
Ruby's POV I lay in the hospital bed, cradling my newborn son in my arms. His tiny hand gripped one of my fingers, causing my heart to swell with joy. Tears welled up in my eyes as memories from the past nine months flashed through my mind. As my eyes fixated on his little frame, I knew all those insults at the diner were worth it. Everything was finally worth it. "He's perfect," Lily said softly, her eyes glistening with tears as she squeezed his tiny palm. Nodding my head in response, I smiled weakly, exhausted but elated. "Yes, he is, Lily. I still can't believe he's here." Ethan leaned down and smiled at me. "You did great, Ruby. We're proud of you." The door to my ward room creaked open, and my eyes followed the sound. My heart skipped a beat as I saw Dominic. Anger and confusion flooding through me. "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, my voice sharp as I glared at him. Resting my hands on opposite sides of my body, I tried to sit up to face him properly,
Ruby’s POV I sat on my couch, cradling my son in my arms. His soft breathing was the only sound in the room, a peaceful rhythm that contrasted sharply with the distress in my mind. Lily sat next to me, her concern evident as she watched me. "You should give Dominic a chance to be with his son, Ruby," Lily said softly, her eyes pleading. I shook my head, refusing to meet her gaze. "No, Lily. I can't. After everything he's done, I can't trust him." Lily sighed, adjusting her bag over her shoulder. "But he's the father. He deserves to know his son, and your boy deserves a father.” I shook my head, "he had his chance," I replied, my voice hard and unyielding. "And he blew it. He made his choices, and now he has to live with the consequences." “I still think you should —“ Our conversation was interrupted by the sound of the front door creaking open. My heart skipped a beat as my eyes met Oliver Gustavo standing in the doorway, his face red with anger. Lily jumped up, her face
Ruby's POV "Code blue, code blue," a nurse shouted from my daughter’s ward. I stood up abruptly, my heart pounding against my chest as I immediately bolted into her ward. Several people surrounded Emma, a doctor’s fists was compressing her chest wall in desperate attempts at CPR. My breath hitched; it was hard to swallow. I immediately bolted towards her but a hand grabbed my shoulders, preventing me from going further. “Miss Brown,” one of the doctors said, coming closer to me. “I think it’s best you let us do our jobs. We can’t have you_” “You will not tell me what to do!” I spat out immediately, shoving my shoulders out of his grip as I lounged towards another doctor. “What’s going to happen to my daughter?” I asked frantically, my eyes glancing towards the monitor for any signs of hope but there was nothing. Nothing at all. “Ruby, you need to calm down, we are doing our best to save her.” Maria, my daughter’s favorite nurse said as she walked towards me, instantly p
Ruby's POV “No,” I slurred again, trying to push him away. He didn’t listen, holding me tighter, his hands roaming over me. My heart pounded in a mix of fear and anger as he forced my hand to palm his face. Panic surged through me. I gathered all my strength and shoved him hard. He stumbled backward, hitting the elevator wall and slumping to the ground, tears streaming down his face as he cried out, “Natalie! Natalie!” The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. A man and woman entered, their eyes widening at the scene before them. The strange man from earlier stood up revealing a tall, well-built frame and striking blue eyes that contrasted sharply with his dark hair. He rushed towards the woman. “Natalie, you’re really here. Wait what are you doing here?” he asked, reaching for her hand. She recoiled in disgust, slapping his hands away. “Get away from me, I don’t know you!” She snapped as she looked up at the man with her. For a moment while they entered I was sure I saw a
Dominic’s POV “Mr Sinclair, it’s all over the news,” Greg said, swiping though his tablet. “Your brother was caught having sex orgies with underaged boys and girls. It's a real mess." Furious and shocked, I snatched the tablet from his hands and scrolled through the endless articles and headlines. Each one seemed worse than the last. “This is the third scandal in as many months,” I muttered under my breath, my anger boiling over. “First he was involved in a ponzi scheme defrauding over 1200 people and now this! How could he be so reckless?” Greg shifted uncomfortably, his face etched in concern and worry and I could tell he pitied me. “We need to do damage control. Immediately!” I emphasized. I threw the tablet onto the desk, rubbing my temples in frustration. “Call all the news channels and blogs. I don’t care what it costs. Get the story deleted.” “Yes, sir,” Greg said, pulling out his phone to start making calls. Tired of the situation, I slumped into my chair, fee
Ruby’s POV Two months after the wedding.. “Dominic, we need to talk,” I said, my voice shaking from the turmoil inside me. I thought this would be easy, that I would just walk up to him and tell him we needed to talk, but deep down I felt pain, pain engrossed in deep shame. How could my husband be on every news platform with a lady, holding hands and even kissing? I know the marriage is a contract but it was clearly stated that none of us must jeopardize the marriage. “What is it?” He asked, irritation etched on his face as he raised an eyebrow while shrugging off his coat. “What’s going on between you and Natalie?” I demanded, stepping closer to him. “Do you have any idea how humiliating this is for me?” Dominic sighed, rubbing his temples as if dealing with a child. “Ruby, let’s get something straight. You’re not my real wife. You’re a contract wife, a means to an end, did you perhaps forget, or is your little mind too crude to understand such information?” He asked,
Dominic's POV I rolled my eyes at the chairman's speech, tapping my feet in boredom and frustration. For God's sake, when was this meeting going to come to an end? I knew I should be more invested and concerned, but I just couldn't focus on anything else besides what had been bothering me for a while. Ruby. After she had left, I'd gone to the doctor to confirm my diagnosis and to affirm to myself that divorcing her was the right thing to do. But after carrying out several tests, they found out that my semen still indeed contained sperm cells—sperm cells that were capable of getting someone pregnant. I'd broken her, sent her far away because I thought she was just like other women, I thought she was lying. But now that everything was different, I tried to find her. I searched all over the country but got nowhere close to being with her. The thought of my child being out there, being somewhere that I didn't know, was driving me insane. I don't evade responsibilities; I'm defin