Married to the gay arrogant son of a billionaire, little did she know that she was already pregnant for the love of her life, how long would she go to keep the secret of her pregnancy from her husband to give her unborn child the life of luxury she deserve for her and how long will the billionaire's son keep his dirty secret from her.
View MoreJennifer He’s in front of me now. My body aches for him,yearns for his closeness,but my mind wants him far away. As far as possible.Nothing good can come out of this.This will either disrupt everything I’ve planned… or set it in motion.My needy flesh spikes, betraying every warning screaming in my head.My throat tightens.“But tonight changed everything,” he says, angling his head. His hand cups my chin gently. My breath brushes his bare chest, warm and hard under his robe. My nipples pebble against the thin fabric of my nightdress, aching for more contact, more warmth.“On that balcony,” he continued, voice low, “when I held your hands… something snapped. Something I never thought was there. Never thought existed.”I closed my eyes tight,wishing this was just a dream.everything My fake marriage.This hidden pregnancy.His complicated sexuality.This mansion.His father.My father.All of it,one big, weary dream I could wake up from.But it’s not a dream.It’s real.And I’m righ
JENNIFER What just happened?The evening after we left the dinner replayed in my head like a broken record.Who does he think he is? Who almost kisses a girl, then acts like it never happened?Yeah. That’s Larry Davidson,the over-pampered, arrogant son of a proud billionaire. My husband. The same man I’m slowly falling in love with.God. How can I hate someone and still love him at the same time?This is so uncool.What was he doing, staying silent when I told him how I felt? I’d opened up to him,peeled back my wounds,and he just poured salt into them.Thank God I left his sorry ass in the car. But even that didn’t restore my dignity. It didn’t put out the fire that’s still burning in me.Rose had already set the table. Dinner sat untouched on the vanity, looking too perfect for my crumbling mood. I sighed heavily.“Thanks, Rosie,” I whispered to no one, jaw tight as I fought back the single tear threatening to ruin the makeup I was about to wash off anyway.Who am I protecting?He d
LARRY The moment we step into the room, it bursts with laughter and light,drunk, smiling rich men in tailored suits holding glasses like trophies.Flashes blind me for a second. For a moment, I want to gnarl at them, then I remember what this night is about,not me, not about Jennifer, but for my father.Cameras click nonstop. A cacophony of reporters and media personalities fight like hyenas for the juiciest scoop of the night. Pictures upon pictures, no moment too small to exploit.“My son and his beautiful wife,” Davison calls out, flashing us a wide, plastic smile, as if this is the first time he is seeing us tonight.His pot belly protruding belly wobble from left to right.As if he hasn’t just cornered us with threats.As if he hasn’t shattered the brief, fragile connection Jennifer and I shared seconds ago on the balcony.Pretentious bastard.I swallow hard. This confirms it,I hate him. But he is my father. Which means I still have to play his game or risk losing everything.We
LARRY For the first time since this whole charade,whatever it is,I bet my father will kill me for thinking his beloved dinner is a mere charade.something loosened between us. Just a little slack. But we both felt it.“I just want to thank you for how you stood up for me this evening,” I said, my voice low. I gazed into her eyes, still glistening under the soft lighting.All beaming, glimmering in every shade of red that needed to be, with a sheen that told me everything. She loved this.The glamour,she just blended right in as if she was born for this.A room full of the one percent,the high and mighty. She’s not used to this lifestyle, but I can tell she’s drinking it in. Who wouldn’t?“Come on, let me show you something.” I gently pulled away from the warm closeness between us and took her hand, tugging her through the sea of dignitaries and guests.She hesitated. “Come on,” I said again, tilting my head toward the direction we were headed.“But Larry…”“Don’t worry, they won’t m
Jennifer povThe sea of unfamiliar faces makes my stomach churn. The moment Larry steps out of the black Rolls Royce Phantom, flashes from a dozen cameras blind us. They explode like fireworks the second our feet hit the red velvet carpet.I knew I had married into a wealthy family, and that my husband was the city’s most eligible bachelor just months ago. But I didn’t realize how popular they truly were known and revered by the high and mighty.The icy blue satin gown clings to my skin like a needy child. Instead of elegance, it squeezes the breath out of me. I can’t move without feeling like my lungs are collapsing.In a bid to show me off, Larry’s father had asked for my measurements. I gave them honestly, but it feels like he intentionally had the dress made a size too small.The thigh-high slit doesn't help. If anything, it makes me feel more exposed, more vulnerable. I've never felt this uncomfortable in my life.Still, I force a smile through the tight seams and zippers digging
I drift into a slumber immediately when my body touches my soft bedded linen after the altercation with my dad. Even when I was a little girl, his encounters were always energy-draining.But I don't drift far when the door creaks open and Rose’s face surfaces, all smudged with white powdery stuff and the smell of freshly baked cookies. She has been baking and cooking. “Dinner is served, madam,” she mutters loud and clear.“I want to eat here,” I mumble, tired to even raise my voice, I push the duvet to cover the part of my exposed skin.“I’m not feeling too well,” I croak, feigning a cough.But Rose isn’t having any of it.“Big master wants every member of the family down,” she says, now coming into full view, bathed in sweat. “Senior Davidson commanded me to tell you to come to the dining room area now” she disappears the same way she came “Wait,” I call out, she reappears“What now?” “Hold on” I motion to her I balance my hand on the bed and prop myself up. It’s none other than
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