Bought by the billionaire I met in the rain

THIRD PERSONS POV “I am pregnant,” Olivia said in a shaky voice. She was on her knees hoping by some sort of miracle her uptight parents wouldn't throw her out of the house. Her parents looked at her, wide-eyed, and a deafening second passed before they burst into laughter. The crackling noise of their laughter filled the room. Olivia was astonished as she watched her parents laugh. She didn't know if she should be relieved or scared. In all her years of growing up with her parents before she left for college, she never saw them laugh the way they just did. “Olivia, why have you decided to prank your parents? We do appreciate the thought though; work has been so stressful lately. But that is not a very nice joke,” her father said. Olivia’s mother hissed. “Seriously, work has really been stressful. And those women at church wouldn't stop talking about how Evelyn's daughter married a rich man. They keep making snarky comments and asking when Olivia will bring home a godly man.” They continued their conversation, completely forgetting that Olivia was still kneeling beside them. “That's how it has always been; I am easily forgettable to them. Even at this moment, they have completely ignored me and forgotten about me,” Olivia thought to herself. “Mom, Dad,” she called to gain their attention, “I wasn't joking the first time. I just found out that I am pregnant.” The air was suddenly thick with tension, thick enough to be cut with a knife. Tears rolled down Olivia's eyes, her hands shook as she fidgeted from fear. A minute passed as they looked at her in silence, maybe searching for any hint of truth in her face. “Have you lost your goddamn?! How could you get pregnant?” her father yelled. Olivia shrank in size as her father yelled, “You must think I am a joke? Did I not raise you well? How dare you bring shame on this family!” he yelled aggressively, hitting the table. “You are such a disgrace, Olivia. How could you do this to your parents? Your father is a pastor, and I work in the church! How could you sell your life to the devil?” her mother yelled. “Once again, they have made it about themselves. When will they ever think about me?” Olivia thought sadly. She bent her head in shame as they both rained insults on her. “Where is the stupid boy that got you pregnant?” her mother yelled in her face. Olivia swallowed loudly. How will she tell them that the boy wasn't even her boyfriend, and it had been a drunken mistake at a house party and now the boy wants nothing to do with her? She thought back to the moment she told the boy that she was pregnant. She had stumbled upon the boy, Donatius, after searching for him for weeks. “Can I talk to you for a minute?” she asked the boy, who didn't even remember her. They went to the side, and Olivia explained who she was. Donatius frowned as he remembered her. “We f****d at a random party. Is that enough reason for you to want to see me? Or do you want more of the D?” he smirked as he held his hand to his scrotch area. Olivia almost gagged at the thought. She hadn’t planned on having s*x with anyone at the party. She was just having a rough week at school, and when her friends invited her out to cheer her up, she decided to go because she knew that staying back in the dorm might result in her self-harming. Everything about that night had been a blur, but she still remembered him and how he had led her upstairs in her drunken state. “No, definitely not.” Olivia replied, making a face. He frowned. “So why did you want to talk to me?” “I am pregnant,” Olivia said to him. He clicked his teeth. “Whatever it is you are carrying in that stomach of yours does not belong to me. There is no way you are pregnant for me. If this is your ploy to tie a rich boy down, then you have failed woefully.” Olivia looked at him in shock. “But I am certain that it is yours. I hadn't had s*x in over a year until at the party, and after the party I haven't had s*x with anyone. It is definitely your baby.” “That is your f*****g business, girl. If you are truly pregnant, then you better go and abort the bastard. And you better do it quietly. Even if you tell the whole school, no one will believe you because you are below my standard, and it will only backfire because I will make sure to use my influence to suffocate you in this school,” he threatened. “So what do I do? Where do I go from here? I know nothing about this world,” Olivia said, stifling her tears. “That's your f*****g business; just do your thing and keep me out of it. And watch your mouth.” He left her there and walked away. The hot slap across the face jolted Olivia back to the present. Her cheek tingled in pain as she bit her lips to hold back the tears. “You dare zone out while we are having a serious talk?” her mother yelled. “I won't ask you again; where is the stupid boy that got you pregnant?” “He wants nothing to do with the pregnancy,” Olivia replied in a shaky tone. “Why would he? If your stupid self did not open your legs to him, you wouldn't be in this state,” her father yelled. “I will not have such a disgrace in my home. What will the other pastors think of me when they hear of this?” He hissed, turned on his heels and went upstairs. “I am so ashamed of you,” her mother said to her. Olivia wasn't surprised to hear that. Her parents were never proud of her; they never showed her love. They weren't like the usual family, and that's why, up until this moment, they didn't know that there was a time she self-harmed. Suicide felt like the only option at the time. They didn't know a lot about her, and sincerely, she wasn't expecting any less from her parents; they had reacted the exact way she thought they would. She had contemplated not coming home or telling them, but she didn't have much of an option. She had hoped that by some stroke of luck they wouldn't throw her out of the house, and as of now they haven't, and that was a huge relief. Her legs were starting to cramp, but she didn’t dare stand or sit. She remained kneeling, lost in thought. A wad of cash hit her face, bringing her back to the present again. The cash flew into the air, scattering everywhere. “Now listen, young lady, as of this moment you are no longer my daughter,” her father said. Olivia’s eyes widened in shock; she wasn't expecting things to get to this point. “Dad, please, Mum, please talk to Dad,” she pleaded as tears fell from her eyes. “I do not want to see you anywhere near this house anymore. I would rather have no child than have one that would bring me shame.” “Dad, please, where do I go if you chase me out? Please, I promise to be better,” she pleaded as tears rushed down her eyes. “Get out of my house this instant and never return!” he yelled. “Mum, please, I am still your daughter; please talk to Dad.” She begged, holding on to her mother's skirt. She kicked her hand away. “You should have thought about that before getting pregnant.” Her father, getting impatient, picked her up by the collar and dragged her out of the house like a common thief. He threw her outside and went back in. He returned with the money he had thrown at her earlier and threw it at her. Olivia wailed, her tears doing nothing to dilute her parents' anger. They had made their decision, and that was it. After kneeling there and crying for hours, all to no avail, she picked up the money disgracefully and left. Her heart was broken into a million pieces. Her parents had done the exact thing she had feared they would do.