Laura's POVI didn't know where I'd got the guts to spew such news at Eric, and unable to stare at him in the eyes, I continued fiddling with my fingers and nibbling on my lips as my heart kept racing fast in my chest. Eric stood, paused for a while before clearing his throat. “What did you just say, Laura?” He demanded, and I almost flinched.Oh, God. What would be my fate? Was this the end for me? Rena's plan isn't going as planned.Eric walked to and fro, ruffling his hair. “Don't make me repeat myself again to you, Laura. What did I just hear from you?” My lips parted to reply to him. “I'm pregnant,” I dropped the bombshell once more. I expected him to bash at me and call me harsh names like he'd used to, but instead he pulled me to sit on the edge of the bed, shocking me to the bones as I gazed at him.“You need to rest more than ever. I don't want anything happening to my child,” He muttered, maintaining an intense eye contact with my already clouded eyes. I sucked in a deep
Aaron's POVFuck it. I couldn't close my eyes to sleep for the night despite how hard I tried to. The cold tiled floor showed no mercy to my back as I kept cursing every passing minute. These morons made me lie on the floor while they stayed on the bed, snoring their ass out.“Dammit,” I couldn't take it anymore as I stood up and walked to the bed they laid in the cell. How could I be treated like a slave in this hole?A tissue paper was hanging on the floor, I picked up slowly and placed it into the mouth of the first one who had his mouth wide open from snoring.“What the fuck!” He jumped up, sending me to the wall. I groaned when my back collided with the wall. These morons should take it easy when bullying someone else.“Why did you do that?! Didn't they teach you lessons?!” He roared at me, and when I made to retaliate, he grabbed my fist in his palms like it was nothing and welcomed me with a punch on the stomach.“Fuck!!!” I winced out. The other four waking up from their slumb
Laura's POVStriding out of the bathroom, I put on one of the comfortable dresses Eric had bought for me. Ever since he found out about my pregnancy, he had made it a must for me to rest every single day and how he comes to check up on me every hour. Whenever he's at work, Sasha or Larry would be the one checking up on me.Right, we were to be expecting Agatha too. When she got the news that I was pregnant, and we were going to be throwing a celebration today, she booked a flight back to America as soon as possible. As for Mrs Corazon, she postponed her charity event that was to be held in another state simply to look after me.The thought of them caring about me brought tears to my eyes as I stared at my reflection in front of the mirror. Initially, I have the best family around me.My eyes took in my tummy, as I imagined my baby bump. I smiled cheekily. “Mummy will do her possible best to keep you safe from harm, baby. I promise you, you'll come into this world, and we'll cherish yo
I sat down at the round table alone. This would be the first time I had come to a bar in many years, the pain I felt in my heart was just too much. The scenes kept replaying in my head, welling me up with pain and anger. I ran my veiny hands over my hair until my always neatly combed hair became rough and I didn't care. I was supposed to care, as I was a billionaire heir, and even without my father’s money I would still be a billionaire. I was a public figure, the Sloan heir, but I refused to care. For the past three months, after the scene, I had immersed myself in deep work, I barely ate or changed my clothes. But today, while at work, my body could not take it anymore. My hands began to shake, skin colour turned pale and all the memories kept coming back. It came back with a gush of pain. At first, I tried blocking it, but I allowed it to freely take over me. I gulped down the remaining Scotch from the half-filled glass and drank, letting the memory replay itself. It happen
LAURA Sitting on my bed in yoga style, with my palms pressed closely at the middle of my chest. Anyone would think that I was doing yoga. That was my intention anyways, but my mind couldn't stay focused. I inhaled deeply and started all over. I had to calm my nerves down for the atrocity I was about to commit. My phone suddenly rang with an unknown caller. I knew who they were; they were the people who kidnapped my mother. Answering the phone, a male voice echoed from the other end. “We sent you the photos in the morning. Haven’t you seen it?” “I did, but I just wanted to wait a little,” I replied with a low voice even though all I wanted to do was kill them. The caller broke into a sarcastic laugh. “How long do you want to wait till you post it? Seven days? Or till we drop your mother’s corpse on your bed?” He asked, his voice sharp with anger. “Now listen to me and listen good, within the next one hour, I want you to post the photos sent to you or we will kill your mothe
ERIC I could feel myself floating as I walked into my office. I had woken up this morning to discover the mess a blogger created alleging I was gay. That had not moved me, although I knew my father was going to bring down the roof. Damien had not called me, even though I was sure as hell that he had seen the headlines. What made me avidly angry was the state I was in when they took those photos. I was at the peak of pain from the betrayal I suffered from a woman and they called me gay? Since when did gays get broken because of the opposite gender? I had sent my investigator to gather more information about the blogger. Once they had gathered the information, I would make her life hell for what she did. But why did she decide to post about me? Some other businessmen and celebrities were gay but had never been carried by blogs. After all, it was their personal life. It could only mean so many things. She did it to increase conversion to her blog page, or one of his competitors hate
LAURA Sitting on my chair in front of my dressing mirror I tried my best to wear my make-up, but it was not working. My hands were shaking. Today I would be having an interview with Robes and whatever I said would be concrete evidence against Eric who had done me no harm. I just had to keep up with the lie. For my mother’s sake. Suddenly, my phone rang, and I looked at the caller ID. It was Rena, my best friend. I didn't want to take the call at first, but I took it. “Laura, have you seen the news online about Eric Sloan? They said your blog was the one that posted it but I corrected them. It can never be you. Maybe your blog was hacked,” she poured out, I couldn't help but heave a heavy sigh. Thank goodness Rena had fought for me. Anyone who knew me would know that I would never do such a thing. “It was me, Rena. I was the one who posted it,” I dropped it, breaking her heart. My voice low and heavy with guilt. Rena was silent for a while. “why… You what?” She asked, after recove
LAURA I stared at him for a while contemplating taking his hands. What was he trying to do? Take me from here and kill me? He cleared his throat “Because you are already in my black book. I would consider you to take my hands to avoid further embarrassment.” He said with a sharp tone. I reluctantly took his hands and he immediately walked me out of the crowd. Camera clicks followed as we walked towards the Bugatti. He opened the door for me and I sheepishly entered. He turned around to the other side and sat beside me with a frown. He glared at me for a second and focused back on his iPad. All this while my breath was sucked in as I tried to wonder where they were taking me to. As if he read my mind he looked outside the window, as if he was disgusted by my presence. “We are going to the Villa. And like I said, to talk.” he finally broke the silence. I nodded in agreement, knowing fully well about the villa he was talking about. It was one of a kind, almost like a modernized cas