The Billionaire's Forgotten Niger,Her Secret Child

Clara’s POV “You are no more my daughter! Get out of my house this instant, you disgraceful child!” My father’s voice echoed through the room like the falling of rocks on a landslide. “You are a shame to all I have worked hard to preserve. Leave my house and never come back”,My dad yelled tossing my stuff over the stairs. Shoe. Clothes. Jewelry. Every piece I held dear to my heart. Broke and scattered before my eyes. Including my father. “Dad, please!” My voice was raw and hoarse. My hands trembled as I crawled and wept, kneeling down at the bottom of the stairs trying to pick up the clothes and stuff. “Don’t you dare call me that.” His nose flared as he growled. He leaned to the sides of the stairs as he walked down. “You are no daughter of mine.” I breathe hitched. The hall went blur. I glanced at my grade school graduation picture. My arms wrapped around my dad. He snatched the clothes from my hands and tossed them to the floor. “Get her out of my sight.” The guards grabbed me by my shoulders as tears blurred my vision. I tried to wriggle myself from their grip, but I fall to the ground grazing my knees. They pulled me up with a tight grip around my arms and dragged me out of the house. "No, please." I begged. My cries echoed through the house as the door shut behind me. Two weeks. Just two weeks to my wedding. I had discovered the most shameful thing that could to any bride in Los Angeles. If only I never went to that gala. If only I left after Francis abandoned me. This won’t be happening to me. My phone pinged. I glance at the screen. A text from my father. What do I do? Three months earlier Oh yes! A low groan left my lips as I pressed my face into the pillow, I bit my lips hard till it almost bled. “Yes! Gosh, it feels so good,” I moaned loudly as I grabbed the sheets with my hands letting the heat gush through my body. I never felt so desired by a man. “You look so beautiful,” he said as his mouth moved from between my legs. His mouth moved along my belly to my neck, his touch sent shocks through my body, his lips were soft on my skin. The space around me felt blurred and distant, like I was floating between being awake and being asleep. Then Ow! I felt my head split into two like a hammer drove through my brains. Damn, how much did I have to drink? I squinted as the sunlight filtered through the curtains, it sent daggers through my head. My body felt heavy and everything felt wrong as I flipped the blanket to see myself naked. Clara, what did you do? I looked around the unfamiliar room. This can’t be the room I booked for myself and Francis, my fiancé and college sweetheart. I sucked in air through my mouth when I looked at the man snoring next to me. The keynote speaker at the gala. Clara, what in the world happened? “How much did I drink last night?” I squeeze my eyes shut to try and remember something, but I can’t remember anything. My eyes blurred with tears. This can’t be happening to me. No. No. No. I remember smoothing my hands over that 50k worth of a dress and smiling in the mirror and then running down the hall in search of Francis. I pulled my hair and kicked my legs in the bed. I thought the night would be for me and my fiancé to flaunt our engagement. I sat on the bed as tears escaped my eyes. The smell of mingled bodies filled the surrounding air. I need to leave here right now. My legs trembled as I tried to move them. I looked at my thighs. There were love bites everywhere. Oh s**t. I turned my head. He was fast asleep. One arm thrown over the pillow. “Oh no,” I whispered. My mind has abandoned me. No clear memories. Just flashes of me running down the hall way and calling Francis. I sat up carefully. My body protested. I grabbed the sheet from under me like it would protect from what just happened. This isn’t me. Thoughts of Francis. His promises. His ring. Thoughts of my father’s face. His reputation. His respect. The Monroe chain stores. My promotion at the store. My chest tightened. “Oh no, I have ruined everything,” I sobbed quietly. I slid out of bed. Limping to pick up my dress on the floor, it was wrinkled and slightly torn at the top. There goes 50 thousand dollars. My fingers trembled as I picked it up and slipped it on with shaking hands. My phone buzzed in my purse. I looked around and found it behind the drapes of the curtain. “There you are.” I picked up the clutch and brought out my phone. I hope it’s not Francis or my dad. Oh it’s jenna. I took a deep breath and answered immediately while picking up my shoes and walking out of the room. I looked back at the bed. He was still sound asleep. I shut the door. I wish shutting the door would shut everything away and just rewind everything that happened last night. “Hey girl,” Jenna's voice came on. “You won’t believe what just happened on the Cassy show? I burst into tears. “hold on. What is going on?” Her voice was filled with concern. “I need you right now, please,” my voice cracked. “Now? But you are miles away from here.” she asked. “I just made a terrible mistake.” I heard Jenna's breath caught. “I would need some sweet pills and something for a hangover.” “Wait?? You and Francis did it,” she squealed over the phone. “I thought you guys were serious about the whole stuff about being celibate, bla bla bla.” We were. I had promised my dad I would marry a virgin. Jenna found it strange that Francis and I had never really kissed or had s*x since we started dating. She wouldn’t believe it even if I told her that I had slept with a stranger. “Not exactly.” I snapped. Her breath caught. “Oh my God. This is so juicy.” “Please,” I begged. “Just get me the pills. I am coming over.” “Well, provided you tell me everything that happened.” I can’t even remember what happened last night.