Chapter 4

Dylan watched the scene right in front of him and he wiped his eyes carefully. If he wasn't mistaken, Katrina was the woman from that night at the hotel. He couldn't be wrong about it! Her fair skin, oval face and brown hair all rang a bell in his thoughts.

Most importantly, her looks. Although they'd changed, his memory was retentive enough to recall her.

He quickly followed her inside to confront her. Katrina, who wasn't expecting anything, was stunned when someone grabbed her arms tightly, almost making her drop Joanna. “You!” Dylan growled angrily.

She stared at his utterly familiar face, bit was filled with rage after what he'd just done. “Let go of me, sir!” She yelled out.

Joanna tried her best to remain stable in the arms of her mother. “Daddy, let go of my mummy!” She cried out.

Katrina didn't hear wrong, her daughter just referred to this strange man as her daddy. She couldn't understand what was going on. Who Dylan was and why did Joanna call him daddy?

The scene was soon noticed and everyone channeled their attention to them. “You're the woman from that night at the hotel, you entered my room and seduced me. What was your aim, who sent you to me?” Dylan asked, the rage in his voice could be heard

But Katrina, who was equally confused, kept her cool.

“Will you please let go of me?” She asked him calmly, and after a few seconds, he did. Joanna was now stable in her mom's arms. Katrina turned to her assistant, Maryanne. “Help me hold the kids” she said.

“The children, are they mine?” Dylan couldn't help himself, he asked quickly.

“No, the kids aren't yours and I do not remember you..” she denied him quickly.

“You better say the truth, woman. Or I swear, I'll sue and make you pay for your actions”

“Mr, I was drugged and sent to your bedroom after there was a mixup at the hotel. How can you possibly blame me for it?” She asked him.

Dylan arched a brow confusedly at her. People were starting to gather around and Katrina felt so much shame, she didn't even know what to say to him anymore.

He lets go of her arms and grabbed her wrist, pulling her away with him. “We need to talk” he said.

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“You're a grown ass woman, why didn't you take a contraceptive at least. Now, you're automatically trying to make me a father” Dylan's cold voice spoke in the middle of the music in the background.

“Mister, I never asked you to become a father to my children” she quickly cuts in. “My children are fine with just me. You deserve to know the truth since we're both victims” she explained.

“Victims? You dare to call yourself a victim?”

“Yes, Mister”

“The name's Dylan” he corrected her quickly. “And it doesn't seem like your kids are fine with just a mother. They already met me and also called me father. How do I explain this to my family?” He asked her.

Katrina arched a brow before she asked him. “You're married?”

“No, of course not. I'm talking about my grandfather who's been so crazy with getting me married and having kids” he explained to her.

“Dylan, you do not have to worry. My children and I are fine without you, I promise. I've singlehandedly raised them for four years, I think I can continue. And do not worry, we'll never appear in front of you again” she explained, and without getting any response from him, she left.

The party ended a few hours later, but Karina already left before then.

She was now at her mansion with the twins, after putting them to bed as they'd whined all night about Dylan being their father.

Katrina felt a sudden relief after Dylan's explanations to her, he never raped her as she thought he did. It was all a set up by her sister and Frank. She must get her revenge on them!

She stood by the window with her hands resting on the pane for support, the arm of her coat slides off her shoulder, revealing a part of her seductive nightwear.

Katrina had everything she'd ever wished for, kids, money and fame. But she was never happy at how her life turned out.

She expected to get married and start a family of her own. she was the laughing stock of the internet for that night, and after a while, it all went down.

There was no single news about her and Dylan anymore. However, almost everyone in the city knew that he is the father of her kids. She was afraid that this might affect her kid's life soon if she did nothing about it.

Katrina picked up her mobile phone and sent a text message to Maryanne. She had a meeting at the company tomorrow, she was supposed to go there after taking her kids to their new school.

But after the events of this night, Katrina didn't feel like it anymore and all she wanted was to live privately with her kids. Maybe they would just leave the city.

She didn't want the society criticizing them for being born out of wedlock. After she got a response from Maryanne, she decided to inform her about her plans to leave the city with the kids the next day.

She'd asked her to book them the quickest flight back to Germany.