Celebrity CEO Scandal

Destress

Cassidys Pov

Dr. Mina has a forlorn expression. She quickly tries to cover it up with a forced smile as I stare at her with widened eyes.

"Th... The t-test, it came out p-positive?" I stammer.

She nods her head. "Yes, Cassy, you're four months pregnant."

Her words act like a spear through my heart. "For who? Don't worry, no need to answer that." I shake my head. "But how can I be four months gone without knowing?"

"It's a cryptic pregnancy, but that's not the main issue here. The symptoms you reported to me and the test I carried out all pointed to the fact that you have preeclampsia. Showing signs this early is rare and only indicates a serious condition..."

My head spins and my vision gets blurry. Every second as she speaks, I find it more difficult to breathe. Suddenly, I become restless, turning and holding my head. My life has just become a hundred times worse.

"Cassy?" Dr. Mina's voice is now like a grating chalk on a board, hurtful to my ears. "You're having twins."

Double trouble? Hiding one child is hard enough; how am I supposed to hide two from their biological father, who has chosen to latch onto me like a leech?

"Right now, I would advise you to rest as much as possible, take your checkups more seriously, and find a way to destress, Cassy, it's essential for the survival of you and your baby."

"Dr. Mina, after four good years of torment, abuse, social ridicule and putting up with my toxic inlaws, a child comes now? Now? When her father has chosen to start a war with me?" I break down in tears.

My cry fills Doctor Mina's office.

"And this might be the only chance I have at getting children. I need to avoid stress, but how do I do that when I'm at risk of going to prison for a crime I did not commit?"

My shoulder trembles with my incessant sobbing. It was already afternoon when I left Dr Mina's office. If I'm going to survive this, I need to be strong. I've called my lawyer to prepare the documents for the contract marriage. Now I just need to get my husband. Everything will be fine, I will get through this distressing phase healthy and strong with my babies.

Driving into the hotel, I meet him just outside. I can't miss his sleek dark hair, green eyes, European-style coat, and overall expensive taste even from a mile away.

"Hey!" I call and wave. He stops when he sees me and walks over.

"Hello, pretty, I thought you had forgotten about our agreement."

His greeting takes me off guard. It's relieving that I don't have to try and convince him again to marry me. Although I cannot help but wonder why he is so eager to agree to this. He's certainly not doing it for the money. Someone who can book one of the most luxurious rooms in one of the best hotels in the country would surely have more than enough money.

He enters the passenger seat and we drive to the court. My lawyer is already awaiting our arrival. The process is quick, and we are done in less than an hour.

Driving back home done with the first part of my revenge plan felt so liberating. At least when rumours start spreading about me being an incompetent wife, I will be able to restore my reputation by building a successful marriage with Dante.

I learned his name during the marriage process -Dante Ford. Cassidy Ford. This might be a contract but we seem to be a nice fit. At the red traffic light, I turn to take in his view. His muscles tighten through his clothes. The hairs on the exposed part of his hand scream for me to feel through them. He is one eye candy.

There's something about him that reminds me of Richmond. Was it his bone structure or his fominating attitude. He is staring out the window, painfully silent. Does he not have anything to ask me? What is he thinking about?

Now we are married, I feel like I should tell him about my babies. He might not take the news lightly, so I wait until we get into the privacy of our hotel room.

On getting there, I drop my bag and phone on the table and plop down onto the couch, kicking my shoes off. Dante stands there, watching me. I meet his gaze and it sets off a sweet feeling in my stomach when he smirks. His gaze swims deep into my soul, leaving me enchanted and submerged by the sudden yearning inside of me.

"What would you like to eat? I can order for room service." He asks. His voice cuts deep into the cool ambience of the room, smooth and caressing.

I snap out of my thoughts when my stomach grumbles. I've not eaten anything today, and it's already evening. "Uh, I'll have Macaroni and cheeseballs."

"Alright, no drinks?"

I shake my head. "No, thank you."

"It's nothing. Now we're married, I'll take good care of you." He says with a soft smile. I lower my gaze to the floor, my cheeks turning red.

Dante goes to place our order for dinner. When he's back, he sits on the bed, pressing his phone. This is the best time to tell him.

I clear my throat and shift on the couch. "Dante?" he looks up at me with those calm green eyes. If I don't choose my words carefully, those same calm eyes could be the ones glaring at me in anger.

"What I want to tell you now is my responsibility -it's not something you have to deal with -but I feel you must know."

He still has a calm expression so I continue.

"I'm pregnant and sick. And it's fatal. My gynaecologist says I should get enough rest and everything will be fine. I'm sorry for dragging you into this; I only found out about it today..."

Dante comes to sit beside me. He is incredibly close. "You didn't drag me into anything. Do you think I would have agreed to marry you if I didn't want you to be my wife?"

My chest rises and falls rhythmically. He is just so close, I can't think straight. My nose is clouded with his masculine scent, it takes over my senses. He rubs his hand down my shoulder and I immediately become restless, wanting more of his touch.

My gaze locks into his own and his eyes darken. There's a sweet sensation in the pit of my stomach when he moves even closer. Hooking a hand underneath my chin, he traces his finger over my lower lip.

"I guess your doctor also told you to destress," he says in a seductive tone.

My eyes trail down his face to his pink lush lips.

"Yes," I breathe, heavy with need, and he covers my mouth in a kiss. His hand circles round my waist, pulling me even closer. My back arches as he holds it and leans into me, deepening the kiss.

His lips rub on mine, sucking gently from one lip to the other. Slowly, he inserts his tongue into my mouth, filling up the space. His other hand creeps under my dress, caressing my thigh. Leaving my mouth, he trails sloppy kisses down the nape of my neck, breathing warmly into my skin. In one swift move, he lifts me onto his lap. He continues further up my thighs into my panties and pushes them aside to stroke me.

"Oh..." I gasp out, breathless and throw my head back, arching my back. My body vibrates with pleasure and my muscles tighten around his finger.

"This is just the tip of the iceberg, baby girl. Im saving the best for our wedding night."

I'm both terrified, tempted, and surprised by his statement. I wait some seconds to recover my breath from my heavy breathing before I ask, "What wedding? We're already married."

"Our wedding is happening at the same place and time as Richmond's wedding to his new wife."

I immediately key into his plan and a smirk forms on my face. "You evil, evil man," I say in a sultry tone.

I find myself wishing I could drink in his smile. Holding his neck, I lean in collect his lips into my mouth and continue sucking on it. It's my turn to show him how much of a good kisser I am.

Just when he's reaching into my shirt, there's a knock on the door. We find it hard to separate from each other and answer the door. Watching Dante enjoy my body increases my arousal for him. He is almost inserting his finger into me; there's no way I'm stopping now. But the knocking doesn't cease either.

We break our kiss and I look at the door, pissed.

"I'll answer it," Dante says and carefully places me back on the couch. The door clicks open.

"We're from the FBI, we believe a woman named Cassidy Calloway is in this room."