claimed by Mr.billionaire

6 (closed doors!)

Victor's Pov:-

I don’t know if I should blame the alcohol for making me sleep with a girl too young for me, or my greedy ex-wife, Rei, for dragging me into this mental mess.

It started as a normal day. I had just finished closing a deal with a local university when my assistant, Jack, texted me a link.

It was from a business-related newspaper—nothing new, nothing shocking—until I saw the headline on the first page:

(Victor's ex-wife, Rei, confesses: ‘I don’t like how Victor is still obsessed with me.)

…Excuse me?

I clicked the article, my eyes skimming through the nonsense Rei had spewed to the press. Apparently, I was the pathetic ex who couldn’t live without her, the one who still longed for her after a whole year.

What a joke.

Just because I didn’t get a girlfriend or sleep with anyone after our divorce doesn’t mean I’m obsessed with you, Rei. I just… had my reasons.

But then, a thought hit me. What if she was right? A whole year had passed, and I couldn’t even remember the last time I looked at a woman and thought she was hot.

…Was I still attached to her?

No, impossible.

I frowned. There was only one way to prove her wrong.

I grabbed my phone, called my driver, and gave him a simple order:

'Take me to a strip club. Any strip club.'

I stepped inside the club, and instantly, my senses were assaulted.

The overpowering mix of cheap perfume and stale alcohol hit my nose like a slap. Disgusting.

The music was too loud—painfully loud. When was the last time I stepped into a place like this? I couldn’t even remember.

My gaze drifted toward the stage, where half-naked women danced under flashing neon lights.

I scanned their faces, their bodies, their movements. Nothing. Not even a flicker of interest.

Are there really men who find this attractive?

Shaking my head, I made my way to the bar and ordered a whiskey. I took a sip, waiting—forcing myself—to feel something.

But there was nothing.

They're nearly naked, yet I couldn’t find a single one appealing. Not even mildly attractive.

I clenched my jaw.

This isn’t about Rei. I’m not still attached to her. I’m happy being divorced.

…Right?

This is getting ridiculous. Do I have to punch my lower half just to force a reaction or what?

I took another sip, annoyed. Coming here was a complete waste of time.

Then, I heard a female voice nearby.

'Whatever he's having.'

I turned my head to see who she was talking about.

She pointed at some guy—a damn Blue Lagoon? She doesn’t even know what that drink is?

Then I took a proper look at her.

Messy hair. Red eyes. Plain clothes. She looked like she had been crying. From first glance, she could easily pass as a high school girl who sneaked in here with a fake ID.

I exhaled, already on guard.

Men in places like this can smell vulnerability a mile away. They’ll circle her like sharks, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

I leaned against the bar, taking another sip.

I guess I’ll keep an eye on her. Just in case some creep tries something. Aren’t I the perfect adult?

It was obvious this was her first time drinking alcohol. She kept going, sip after sip, until I noticed the way her lips trembled—she was about to cry.

'Hey… you alright?' I asked.

Her voice cracked. 'No… I failed my test. André is cheating on me… with… with my best friend! I saw them! I was such an i***t! How didn't I realize? And now… now I'm just some pathetic girl getting drunk and crying to a complete stranger…'

Ah… I guess André was her boyfriend. I thought she has a terrible taste in men, and friends. Poor girl

And that’s when I met her—Scarlett.

At first, I really thought she was a kid. I teased her a little. Her angry expressions were too cute. Maybe it was the whiskey talking, but riling her up was the most entertaining thing in that miserable club.

Annoying a teen… does that make me the asshole adult in this situation? I couldn’t care less.

Then, she said it.

'I want you to sleep with me.'

…Excuse me?

Oh, s**t.

I regretted my big mouth that had just advised her to sleep with someone else for revenge. And there she was—choosing me. Like I said, terrible taste in men. I literally told you that I am divorced and you still picked me?

She was heartbroken. Drunk. I tried to reject her, brought up the fact that she was probably underage.

She shoved her ID in my face. Oh. Okay. Not a minor.

People around us started turning their heads, their stupid minds jumping to conclusions.

No, bastards, it's not what you're thinking.

Still, I rejected her.

And then… I hesitated.

Her eyes. That pleading look. That voice of her.

A voice inside my head whispered: This is your chance, Victor.

Rei claimed I was still attached to her? That I couldn’t be with another woman? Well… fate just handed me one on a silver platter. it's either she's right and I can't get attracted to another woman, or... she's wrong. This is something I have to prove. To myself

'Maybe I need that too' I muttered.

And just like that, I agreed to be part of her ridiculous revenge plan.

I called my driver, took her out of the strip club, and to my penthouse.

It was supposed to be a simple night.

Or at least… that's what I thought.

She was too cute. Too insecure. I had to turn off the lights for her. She was too inexperienced as well.

Yet, somehow… it was amazing.

I loved every second of it.

I can't remember the last time I felt so... alive.

The alcohol and her—the perfect combination.

How she felt. Her scent. Her hair tangled in my fingers. Her voice.

I woke up the next morning, warmth pressed against me.

She was still in my arms, sleeping peacefully.

I don’t regret a thing.

I pulled away carefully, letting the morning light sneak through the curtains as I sat up. A deep breath. A moment of clarity. Then, I got up and walked to the bathroom.

A hot shower. That’s what I needed. Something to keep me in a good mood before I faced reality—the countless texts from last night, waiting for my attention.

I was too busy to even give them a look.

Once I was in the shower I thought about taking her number then shook head, shoving the thought away. What makes her interested in taking the number of a man twice her age? then when I remembered, I didn't tell her my age. Good. She doesn't have to know that I'm 46.

I walked out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around my lower half to find the bed empty. She disappeared?

'Scarlett?' I called out for her but ...no answer

Then I noticed a sticky note.

(Thanks for listening to me... and for going along with my crazy revenge plan.

P.S.: It was my first time. Sorry if I was too inexperienced last night.)

She left...and That night was her first time. I hope I wasn't rough with her I tried my best to be gentle.

A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I stepped back into the steaming shower. At least I proved it to myself—I wasn’t attached to Rei.

I let the hot water hit my skin, washing away the tension in my muscles. Last night… Scarlett.

That damn girl.

Her scent still lingered in my sheets. It was supposed to be a meaningless night. Just a way to shut up the voices in my head whispering that I was still stuck on my ex.

But the way she looked at me… innocent, yet daring. Scared, yet determined.

I shook my head. I needed to get a grip.

Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed my phone. Notifications flooded the screen—messages, missed calls, emails. I scrolled through them, sighing. Another day of dealing with Rei’s bullshit.

The woman just wouldn’t stop. She was like a disease that refused to die.

The next month passed in a blur of business meetings, legal battles, and stress.

Rei had made it her mission to ruin me. She went to every possible media outlet, giving interviews, painting herself as the victim of our marriage.

"Victor was always distant."

"Victor never prioritized our family."

"Victor is obsessed with me and can't move on."

I nearly laughed at that last one. Obsessed? Please.

She wasn’t happy enough ruining my life once—now she wanted to take half of everything I built. In her dreams.

And the kids? Of course, they took her side.

Not a single one of them even bothered to check on me. Not a text, not a call. Nothing.

But I wasn’t surprised. I always knew they saw me as nothing more than a walking credit card. And when they run out of money, they’ll remember their father exists.

That’s just how things worked.

My chest pain had been getting worse. Probably from all the stress.

I finally decided to stop by a pharmacy, rubbing my shoulder as I explained my symptoms to the pharmacist.

'Mr. Lancaster, you should really see a doctor,' he advised as he handed me a small bottle of pills. 'Painkillers won't do much.'

'Yeah, yeah, I have an appointment this week' I muttered, taking the small bag of pills from him.

I had bigger problems to deal with.

Then I heard it.

'I need a pregnancy test, please. The most accurate one you have. It’s… an emergency.'

I froze.

That voice.

No way.

I turned my head slowly, my breath catching in my throat.

There she was.

Scarlett.

After a whole month.

Pregnant.

I felt my world tilt.

For a moment, I could only stare.

I knew I screwed up.

And here I am, alone in my office, signing papers.

Another kid, that his mother isn't even my wife or girlfriend will make my private life a total mess.

I made myself clear to Scarlett that I will take care of everything when she decides abortion.

I hope I wasn't too pushy, I told her on purpose all the stuff about me, that she wouldn't want to have this baby with me.

After all I'm 46, divorced, and having struggles with my ex, have two kids that are nearly her age, and I feel like she doesn't like my personality...or my looks usually I get compliments but she didn't say anything so, apparently I'm not her type. Girls her age think like that usually right? so she wouldn't want to have the kid. not to mention her life struggles too.

I sighed, my mind was spinning.

Rei, my work, and Scarlett. my life is a complete mess.

But what if she decided to keep the baby? I have to make a plan for that. after all even if it was an accident of my fault, that would still be my child I should make some arrangements just in case.

I contacted the doctor to reschedule my appointment again. My health isn't important right now...

then suddenly I got a text from Scarlett

"I made my decision, when should we meet?"