All Chapters of Entangled With The Vicious Billionaire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

POLLEN'S POV “She hasn't had her menstrual cycle for the past two months and didn't even say a word to me. I had to find out from her younger sister." My mother sputtered to the doctor, who was massaging my stomach with the ultrasound transducer. The doctor, a woman in her late 30s, only smiled as her eyes remained stuck to the screen in concentration. “We suspected it might be some sort of infection causing a blockage, which of course can be embarrassing but—” Mother started again, and I had to interrupt. "Mother,” I muttered between gritted teeth, and she listened temporarily. “I don't understand why she would keep such a vital thing from me." She began again, and I had to struggle not to give an eye roll. “What do you expect?” The doctor smiled warmly. “Kids will always be secretive, especially when they are all grown,” she said, and my mother nodded in affirmation. The doctor paused for a while to have a proper look at the screen; she took the transducer off my belly and re

POLLEN’S POV Finding his home was as easy as cheese, but no one warned us about the security men hoarding the premises. I stood at the corner, too ashamed to say a word as Mother fought the gigantic guards protecting the entrance. “You have to let us in!” My mother wailed, pushing against the guards, but none of them paid her any attention. They just stood there, stiff as rock. Her attempt at pushing past the guards to reach the gate and making loud noises made me cringe. When her attacks became unbearable, they tossed her back at every attempt to reach the gate. She kept screaming and cursing, so I held my breath in the corner until she took a recess—Patricia never retreats nor surrenders. She took a few steps away from them before looking at me, “Don’t just stand there! Help me out!” She beckoned me to move closer. “Look at her!” She said to one of the guards, who didn’t look like he gave a hoot. “Do you know who she is?” “No, mother. Don’t do this to me,” I begged, m

RAYMOND’S POV “Come here,” I beckoned her with my eyes. I wasn’t stupid enough to buy the bullshit she was spewing. I watched in amusement as she shook her head repeatedly to indicate she wasn’t going to obey. “I’m talking to you!” I thundered, then paused to rub my perfect jet black hair in frustration. “You can say whatever you want to say to her here!” Her mother, a shrewd woman with an oval face and very pointy nose, stood up in her daughter’s defense. My gaze turned icy, and with how frightened they looked, I could tell they sensed the dark aura surrounding me; the air in the room became heavy and oppressive. Her mother took a few steps backwards when I advanced towards them. I heard the little shrimp whimper when I loomed near. The fear in her eyes was obvious; she shot them to brace herself for the worst, probably expecting me to rip her into shreds. But that wasn’t what I had in mind at all. Instead, I pulled her out of her mother’s cocoon and tilted her head to meet my

POLLEN'S POV “Raymond Beckham?” Mia's eyes narrowed into slits as she racked her brain. “That name sounds familiar.” “Beckham's Groups of Company” I said. She gasped, and her eyes popped. “No freaking way! You are joking,” she squealed. “I'm not,” I mumbled. “Girl! You've hit the jackpot.” She laughed out loud. “Did you listen to what I've been saying all this while?” I looked at her in utter disappointment. “He has someone he is about to marry.” “So?” Mia paused briefly to enquire, then gulped more from her glass. “What do you mean by that? It's clear I'm jeopardizing someone's happiness.” “You are still the same, Pollen. When will you forget about others and put yourself first?” “This is different, Mia.” “It's not! They aren't married yet. Not like you are some side piece trying to take a man from his wife,” she retorted. “It doesn't matter.” “It does,” she persisted. “I can't. I can't imagine myself hurting another person.” My friend slumped back in her seat and exha

MARK’S POV I was in the living room with my phone pressed against my right ear. The one I was calling eventually answered her call after trying countless times. “Emily—” “I told you not to call me again.” “I’m sorry about how I reacted when you told me the news.” “The news?” She snorted, “Mark, what are you talking about?” “The pregnancy, our pregnancy.” “You now refer to it as ‘our pregnancy ’?” She paused, “What changed?” I swallowed hard and looked down in embarrassment even though she wasn't there. “I guess I was taken aback a little bit. You know the nature of our relationship.” “I heard your grandfather's will has been pronounced. Is that why you want my baby and me?” “Nooo—not at all. I just want to do the right thing.” “The right thing, huh?” “You know what? Why don't we sit and talk about our future?” I smiled. “No. I don't want to see you." She ended the call. “That bitch, how'd she know about the Will?” “If you continue like this, you'd never take the compan