The Billionaire's Sex Slave

Pregnant with our baby

“Only yesterday, the Young Business Executive Young Billionaire Andrius Easton admitted that his relationship with his wife is no longer good, so they decided to end their relationship!” the showbiz male newscaster said before the lady next to him spoke out.

“According to him, no third party was involved, and the relationship between the two is quite skewed. We attempted to obtain Beatrice Scott's statement, the heiress of the Scott's, but she refused to explain!”

The word quickly spread to the others, as I put the bottle nipple to Cassandra. She's been weeping for a long while now, but I'm not sure what she wants. I was now inside the room and television was astounded to learn that the news was about Andrius and Beatrice. I already know that since Stanley's parents have already discussed it, and I feel bad about what is occurring because I am the one to be the first to learn that he is going to divorce Beatrice, but I behave as if I am still startled.

When the door opened and Stanley smiled in, I turned off the TV, hoping that the news would not come back on. I've been out of the hospital for a month now. I'm also in good health and no longer have problems because Stanley hasn't abandoned me. He even stays up at night to keep an eye on Cassandra because I am up all day taking care of my daughter.

When he approached me, he was holding brochures. Cassandra's eyes were closed again, so he moved silently. As he nears, I just smiled at him.

“The gown and suit choices brochure are now available. Should I just leave them here?” He was just speaking in hushed tones. Cassandra awakens as quickly as she can, with only a few movements or phrases. She will start weeping when she hears them.

The day has arrived to choose the items to use for the wedding, but my heart still feels nothing for Stanley but appreciation for his help with me, and it feels like it is my job to give it all back to him.

“When Cassandra is sound asleep, later I will go downstairs, so we can choose clothes together,” I said back, and we both chuckled. He simply nodded and shut the door.

He's coming in straight since he can't knock any more because of Cassandra. That's OK with me; it doesn't infringe on my privacy.

When Cassandra fell asleep, I was ready to go down. It's still noon, so maybe it's okay even if I smell milk. I was about to walk out when suddenly my phone rang. I ran over there because my baby might wake up. Likewise, I was relieved when I looked at the crib, and she didn't even move in her place.

Unknown number.

Who will contact me? I don't recall being issued a number. I went to the bathroom to answer the phone because I didn't want it to sound much worse if I didn't.

I didn't say anything, and I let the other person introduce himself. I assumed it was the Attorney because he had my number, but when I heard the deep and sensual voice, I knew instantly who it was.

“I'm divorced now, and I still haven't received an answer from you,” he said angrily and authoritatively. What was his opinion of me? The person he should order easily?

When I heard his voice, I couldn't help but feel my heart race. I can't remember the last time I heard his voice. Every time he said something, I felt a pang of homesickness. It irritates me that this is how I feel about him. If I were only werewolf Luna, I'd say no and reject him as my mate! Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Who gives a damn? Find another woman to marry!” I hung up the phone and clutched my heart. My heart was racing so quickly that I was out of breath. I strained my grip on the back of my neck

because it felt like the interior of my stomach was being tickled again. I feel like a teenager that her crush greets her. I had no idea I was already smiling.

Cassandra resembles Andrius, but I can't declare he's her father because of the criminals who raped me. Stanley was also present, and he stated that he was eager to be the father of my daughter.

I washed my face first to calm myself down. I massaged my chest once more before walking out the door. I saw Stanley standing in front of the door as it opened. As he stands, the eye was unhappy. I was taken aback. Has he been standing here since the beginning?

“H-how long have you been standing here?” I'm not sure why I stuttered even though I wasn't doing anything wrong. Maybe I was just worried that he'd misinterpret Andrius and my talk. He couldn't have heard me because my voice boomed in the bathroom.

“Do you still have communication?” he said, turning aside. I would have grabbed him, but he took his hand away from mine and asserted, “Let's go. Let's go downstairs to choose clothes.” He walked out, leaving me speechless.

When I got down, Stanley was already seated on the single sofa, looking at the brochure and moving it to the next pages, and I simply gazed at him while still on the steps. I also noticed aunt Lennie looking at things, and even though she instructed me to, I'm still not accustomed to calling her “mommy”.

Stanley was still not looking at me when I bent over aunt Lennie. I cast a glimpse at him, but he didn't seem to notice. I pretended to cough, but nothing happened. Her mother stares back and forth at me, but she didn't appear to be interested. I had no idea what I was going to do next. When Beatrice walked in via the large entrance, I was even more blank.

Stanley just raised his face at that point. I expected just Beatrice to come in, but my eyes opened as Andrius came in, holding a small box of cheese that he was hurling into space.

I wondered what he would do, but I was shocked when he approached me. The cheese was on the space in front of me. Even though I knew who it was for, I turned to my left and right and looked at who he was delivering it to. Stanley glanced at me. Even though everyone was staring at me, I moved the brochure to the next page. I'm embarrassed for aunt Lennie because of what she may think.

I closed the brochure because his hand was merely in the air. I raised an eyebrow at him before speaking. Maybe he has nothing better to do except interfere with people's lives.

“I don't know what that's for,” I said as I rose and walked over to Stanley to demonstrate that Andrius had no place in my life. But I must have forgotten that if I was stubborn because the living stone was hard, this man was far more adamant and just thought of himself!

“I used to send this to you when you are pregnant to our baby,” he said leaving my mouth open.