Traped in a Bilonaire's world

(REGRET) ASHELY'S POV "I never thought my life would take such a dramatic turn. Being the only child of a late single Mom and the only grandchild to my aged, poor grandparents, I had to fend for myself as well as my grandparents, whom I lived with. Working as a waitress at Muzzy Lounge was a joke to my dream job, but to my bills, it was my bread and butter until Maxson walked in. Tall, handsome, and charming, reeking of wealth and power, you could tell he came from a wealthy and respected family. I was absurdly compelled. I walked over to his table to take his orders and came face to face – eyeball to eyeball with an Angel who was staring at me. My eyes fell on his muscular body, which beamed out from beneath his black silk shirt, with eyes that had a gentle spark. I felt the desire to hug him and press my lips against his mouth, to taste his texture and feel the warmth of his skin. Hey! Pretty, he smiled. My breath hitched and I felt dizzy His hot and deep voice hit me like a wrecking ball. I couldn't understand the hot feeling in my belly, disbelief, and anxiety washing over me. “This is Mavy's lounge, right?” He asked. I knew it. He had mistaken our humble eatery for the luxury restaurant where he was supposed to meet someone. I pathetically shook my head, “It's actually two streets away. He glanced at his wrist watch and took off his jacket, revealing the thin silk of his shirt and the body I wanted next to mine so bad As I took his order, we got into a conversation. He seemed genuinely interested in getting to know me, and after a little chit chat, he handed me his card inviting me to dinner at his place, and I couldn't be happier. That dinner, changed everything. I was swept up in a world of luxury and excess, where champagne and caviar were the norm. Maxson showed me a life I never thought I'd experience, and I was hooked. But to fit into his world, I had to discard my old life like a worn-out cloth. Which I did, I began to dress differently, talk differently, and faked my background story to suit his circle of friends and family. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once. But I succeeded or maybe not. ….. It was bright outside already when I woke up Maxson was no longer in bed, but I could hear footsteps approaching from the stairs, and I knew it was him. I fell back on the bed, staring at the high ceilings and chandelier that hung loosely. Last night was our grand party. Maxson had engaged me, and it has been the talk of the Estate, the city elites, and the Media. I'm supposed to be happy, but I can't shake off the nervousness and anxiety taking over me. I sat upright and took out the neatly folded envelope under the lampstand and sighed in disbelief. “You are pregnant Ashley Brown,” My heart beats fast again as I remember these words from my doctor. I had wanted to tell Maxson about my pregnancy result the previous night but he was too tired. In fact, we both were. Maxson and I had dated for two years now, and I was beginning to plan my way out of his life when I discovered I was pregnant. The evening I got my pregnancy result, he proposed. Though I love him, who wouldn't?” He's handsome, smart, confident, and kind. But I know the version of who he is in love with is a lie and the love wouldn't exist the moment the truth about my poor background comes to light. It will shatter him, and then he will give me that line, “Why?” I would still have loved you for who you are” But he wouldn't. He wouldn't have invited me to dinner at his house if I hadn't told him I was bored and was just trying something new working as a waitress at muzzy lounge and that my Dad is Williams Brown, owner of the famous C &K Furniture, and would disown me if he found out I'm working as a waitress in Muzzy Lounge. He probably would have tipped me handsomely but that would have been it. And even if he had loved me for who I am, his parents and circles wouldn't have it, and then The Blogs, They will drag him to the firt. And that would soon be my fate if I didn't find my way out of his life and all that has to do with the Jameson before I get kicked out. But this pregnancy has changed everything, me, my exit plan, everything. And while my face is all over the media's alongside my fake identity with the caption “A wedding to plan, “Ashley Brown daughter of Williams Brown CEO of C&K Furniture engaged to Maxson Jameson the 3rd I'm busy forming feelings for Maxson, I have always loved him but after the news of my pregnancy I have learned that I can't lose him Even if it means revealing the truth myself and maybe, just maybe This pregnancy would prevent him to not call off our engagement, maybe it could serve as a Remedy to my mess A calm in the midst of a raging storm. Just then, I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder. Maxson, my world, my soon-to-be husband. He slipped onto the bed and wrapped his arm around me. Holding me close. “Hey! What's wrong?” He whispered, his voice soft and soothing. I tried to speak but the words wouldn't come out, and then I just nodded. Fighting the tears that were threatening to spill. How did I even get here?” I cried mentally. Maxson held me tighter, his warmth seeping into my bones.“You are a little too quiet, Do you have doubts about our engagement?” He asked, his voice filled with concern. “Nope,” I tilted my head sideways. Feeling a lump form in my throat. How do I begin to tell him that I have been lying to his face for almost a year ? My name, parents' education, everything. “Babe we have visitors downstairs freshen up and come and meet them,” I was taken aback with fear gripping me. This has been my life since my first appearance with Maxson together at a charity gala one year earlier. I have been constantly living in fear of being recognized by visitors as the poor waitress who worked in Muzzy lounge to feed herself and her poor grandparents. For a year now, I had bumped into people who could have recognized me, but my appearance and style did them dirty. I didn't play with my appearance, cause not only was my aim to look good but also because I was hiding. I had learned to walk with poise and to speak with grace and carry myself with an effortless air of superiority. Pardon me, I didn't learn, I had always been ready for this life. I knew I didn't belong in the street. “ Visitor, this early?” I stammered. Maxson pulled me out of bed. Then reached out for my face, grabbing it “Welcome to the political side of the Jameson,” he whispered and planted a kiss on my forehead before dashing out of the room. I closed my eyes and let out a heavy breath against the anxiety taking over me. I have worked at Mouzy Lounge since I was sixteen. I'm effortlessly popular, and though high-profile people didn't grace our eatery. The Jameson house was a home for both the average and high-profile individuals because of their political and social lives. Three days ago, it took every ounce of confidence and words of affirmation when I saw my regular customer at Muzzy lounge drive in a new candidate for the next electoral campaign. Or how I lost my appetite for two days when I saw the newly employed domestic staff, “Tessa.” We had just worked together for a week at Muzzy Lounge before I rendered my resignation letter. "Ma'am, would you like to take your bath now?" Vivian, my personal help, asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. I waved my hand dismissively. "I'll take care of that," I said, not wanting her to see me lost in thought. I have been in a state of confusion ever since my pregnancy result. I had constantly zoned out countless times while trying to wrap my head around the best way to come clean to Maxson. “I will be outside if you need me, ma'am,” she said. And shut the door behind her. I retreated to the bathroom, sank into the bathtub, and let the warm water envelop me, calming my frazzled nerves. This is the luxury I have always wanted, but now it feels empty. I should have just settled for Maxson's tip two years ago.