Pregnant for the Anonymous Billionaire

Danielle's POV "is it not time for your prom yet?" A voice asked. I shot a glance at the door of my room, where my grandfather was perched against the door frame, hands folded. There was an amused twinkle in his eyes as he looked at me, and I could already read the thoughts going through his withered head. She's such a nerd! Does she ever stop reading? I sighed and turned over on my bed, staring at the roof. "Gramps, the prom is in an hour. I still have enough time." He glanced at the watch on his wrist, then grimaced. "An hour happened thirty minutes ago, D. Get your butts off that bed." He ordered, then turned and left the room. "Grandpa, I need to study! You know how much this scholarship means to me. And the assessment starts tomorrow!" I yelled after him, but he didn't spare me a reply. I groaned and swung my feet down, then slipped them into my pajama slippers. My eyes darted to the textbooks that littered the top of my bed, aching to go back to them. Anything, absolute

Danielle's POV Clara nodded to me and rushed back into the prom venue. She emerged a few minutes later with her bag, then dragged me towards the street. She hailed a cab without another word, gave the driver the address to her house, and we drove off.Throughout the ride, we sat in silence. Clara kept stealing covert, worried glances at me, and I knew she was wondering the thoughts going on in my head. The emotional wound inflicted by Davis was still fresh, and the thought of immersing myself in another party seemed terrifying, but I let Clara take the lead tonight. If the party would help me feel better, then it wouldn't hurt to try."Stop thinking about him," Clara murmured to me. I nodded, still unbelieving, but Clara's unwavering support reminded me that I couldn't allow myself to be consumed by heartbreak.Summoning my strength, I nodded again, a glimmer of determination igniting within me. "You're right, Clara. I can't let this...betrayal define me. I need to move forward, heal

Danielle's POV I was numb for several minutes. Thousands of thoughts ran through my head. The room was silent, too silent. I could hear the rapid sound of my heartbeat. I blinked hard, coming slowly into realization. How? Why? How!!! I slapped my palm on my head. Looking around, I took the off-white fluffy duvet that was on the ground and wrapped it around my body. Perhaps I could still make it. If I get there and beg them, give them a suitable excuse for not being punctual… I looked around and found my dress scattered around the room. I could feel the tears fall to the surface of my eyes. I cannot miss my exams! I need the scholarship. To think I did this… I shook my head and walked around to pick up my dress. Passing through an aluminum door, I found my way to the bathroom and dressed up. What if I never get to do the exams and forfeit the scholarship? Forfeit? My skin prickled at the mere thought of missing my scholarship. It was almost midday and…hush. I ran my fingers th

Danielle's POV "D, what did you do?" Clara retorted. My hands trembled, my thoughts crumbled. I collected the strip from her and read it through, perhaps she was mistaken. "Clara, it is probably fake. I just have the flu. It's…probably…just..it has to be the flu or malaria or fever or something. I can't be pregnant!" Clara sat on the bed as I patrolled my room. Remembering the handsome figure I had slept with and also losing my scholarship…I already thought I was done with that and I have put it behind me. "What did you do that I didn't know about D?" I've never heard Clara speak so softly. She clapped her hand on my shoulders facing me. " There's no other way around it D, wake up! What did you do?" I sat down and looked at Clara with worry written all over my face. She wasn't as furious as I expected her to be. I was scared. One. Two. I breathed deep and resisted the urge to…to…Christ, I was running insane. I have destroyed my life, what is left? Nothing. "Danielle. Calm down.

Danielle's POVI sat silently and brought out my history textbook on the table. The intention wasn't to read but to avoid Davis and his girlfriend. I didn't want to see them at all. Their presence makes my skin itch."Hi Danielle, you look like you're reading. Let me see, hmm, perhaps reading would make Davis like you back.""Don't touch my things!" I yelled and yanked my textbook off her hand. She laughed and went away, Interlocking her arm with Davis whom I did my best not to look at."She couldn't even get to see his face," she said aloud, making the whole class laugh. I didn't mind it. I sighed heavily and started my school activities like I used to.Concentrate, don't look back, write and understand. The aim was to move on from Davis and besides, I have a lot to think about at the moment. One of which is my stomach and how it hurts.My body system just seems off. Perhaps I was purging, I needed to use the restroom. Just as I was about to stand up and leave, Mrs came into the clas