All Chapters of A Contract Marriage With The Billionaire’s Mad Son: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

I was able to make it to another doctor, not too far from the major town, but far from eyeshot.For over thirty minutes, I perched at my seat, waiting for the doctor to come up with the results of the test he conducted on me.He had mentioned the pregnancy confirmatory test, and my anxiety had built like rivers at the sea.The doctor was delaying and I was as anxious as a stolen cat. I couldn’t wait to hear the result despite having the instinct it was pregnancy. I had never been so cautious in life than I am now.My arms wrapped around my belly in expectation of the pregnancy.Smiling cheek to cheek, the doctor walked out with a paper in his hand. Although the smile was contagious, I wasn’t ready to return the compliment, so I frowned.As soon as he settled down he intoned, “Congratulations, Melissa,” The doctor offered a warm handshake to me, “You are two weeks pregnant, Melissa.” He handed the test result to me, his smile still kept.“Wow! Oh my God” I struggled to mutter, leaving

Eva grinned briefly, “He was expecting war I guess. He wants you to finish strong. That is why you must not give in to the fuss my sisters are pulling. Your right is your right. My father drafted the clauses in the marriage agreement to benefit you and your husband. This the time you must stand firm and stop shying away.”I hummed and sucked my teeth; when I thought my husband’s sanity, which was restored, would fetch the peace I had long desired, I never knew a fresh endless war had just begun. I wondered how I was going to cope with two toxic sisters that were ready to pour hell on me.“They feel cheated, disgruntled and rejected. They think I am stealing from them. If my husband were here I wouldn’t bother because he has been destined to be the heir.” I sniffed back tears, “indeed Brian’s absence is the reason for this war. I wonder why he would want me to finish strong. Is he not going to survive the coma? Does that sound like a farewell?”Warm tears trickled down my cheeks.She i

“Keep shut! What arrant nonsense! You are blurting out nonsense!” Fanny sprang to his feet and pointed at them, “Now listen up, Melissa can only be divorced by one person, and he is no other than Brian, her husband…”Opula yelled back, “Brian is unconscious in the hospital. He is in a coma. And we don’t know what fate awaits him. This is the third week and he is yet to wake.”At that point, I couldn’t lay low anymore. I had to put them in the box they belong to. “And it doesn’t mean he is not going to wake up!”I yelled, “Are you the giver of life? You are both senseless grownups. I pointed at them, “Why don’t you learn to keep shut and wait for my husband to wake up before the marriage annulment.”Kate chuckled mockingly at me, “Your husband?” she turned her gaze at Opula , who joined her to let a scoffing laughter at me, “Did you hear the poor little thing? Your husband? You are but an arranged wife, guided by a contract; it is only a gold digger like you that will stick around even

I hadn’t been pregnant in my life until now and if you should seek my opinion I would say my pregnancy was full of throwing up. Recently I could barely leave the confines of my chamber because I didn’t want to attract suspicion from any offensive throwing up.Pregnancy was strange to me yet considered disgraceful; even when I wanted to be pregnant for Brian; a dream I had longed for since I fell for him.So on this day, I was busy throwing up the roasted fish and sauce I had just eaten, still perched in the closet , waiting for more to happen and didn’t realize Eva was already in my chamber, staring at my test result with furious anxious eyes.I wouldn’t have realized it because I was fond of playing Brian’s songs on the CD player just to let his sonorous voice fill the entire chamber to bring him closer to my heart; this had helped me avoid boredom and save myself the endless nights of tears as I looked forward to the day, Brian would wake up from the coma, sit by my side to sing his

I could see this fear piling up in the eyes of Eva as she watched me search for the credit card under my bed, the shelves, the lockers and wardrobe.She hastened me with those bulged eyes before joining me in the search. “Where the hell did you keep it, Melissa?” she whispered to me, scouting for assurance in my sweating face, “Where did you keep it?” she whispered once more and became more tensed than I was.She had to be because she was very aware of the consequences that would befall me if the credit card was found with me.Through trembling hands I searched for a credit card I thought I kept under my bed. Right about now, ill fate was about to embrace me and I couldn’t afford to miss out of this marriage now; not now my husband was in a coma.So much thought hung over my mind now that I couldn’t figure out where I kept the credit card, but I knew it was somewhere in my chamber.“I…I …I” the stuttering became too much, perhaps because the police wouldn’t stop pounding on my door. E