THE BILLIONAIRE SON

CHAPTER FOUR

It was a DNA test result.

I stared at the paper for almost a minute; I felt like I was getting suffocated from what was happening right now. I grip the paper tightly.

Probability of paternity:99.9999%

It’s a DNA paternity test in case you don’t know. Will you still try to hide it? What can you say? I’m the father. He stated.

This can't be happening, how is this even possible, how was he able to get DNA from my son I thought.

I breathed heavily and then faced him confidently. That. I shoved the paper in his face. Is fake.

He didn’t move, he remained seated still looking at me with a slight frown.

You don’t have a son with me. I turned away and before I could leave the room he spoke

I’ll make sure to make your life a living hell so that you’ll come running to me asking for help. I glanced at him. Remember that.

When I got home, John told me that the process of our papers was already done.

then I looked at him surprised, really John?

He nodded at me. Yes, it turned out that your parent already has a good record on their system, so they processed it quickly, I nodded.

This is good, I could forward my resignation via Dan and she’ll be the one to forward it to him.

I found my son, playing in our backyard.

What are you playing?

He looked at me. Lego block, momma.

I looked at him. Nathaniel. I always wanted to ask this question to my son. Do you want to meet your father?

His eyes landed on mine. No. I’m okay with us but if he’ll show up one day I’m okay with it too.

I smiled at him, Nathaniel is very mature at his age. This upcoming school year, I was about to enroll him at the nearest private school here but our plans changed. I might just enroll him in the States.

During dinner, I told John to start packing all our important things.

John, no need to bring anything else. Leave out unnecessary things. Let’s only bring out the important ones; we could always buy another one in the States. I told him and he nodded at me.

After dinner, I started putting out the house at the auction. We won’t be coming back anyway. I also forwarded Dan my resignation letter.

She immediately called me upon receiving it.

Hello.

Are you for real? She asked.

Yes, our papers are approved already.

That fast? I mean. It’s only been days.

The sooner we leave, the better.

Okay. You know I always support you in your plans but this one, I feel odd Anyway I’ll forward this to HR and have them in effect immediately.

Thank you, Dan. I’ll see you tomorrow.

I was about to rest when I decided to go out and have a drink to calm my raging nerves tonight. Since this would be the last time I’m getting drunk in this place.

It was almost midnight when I got inside the bar. I sat alone comfortably at the corner table, not minding anyone. I’m here to celebrate that we’re finally leaving this country for good.

What can I get you? The bartender asked.

I smiled at him. I’ll have a martini.

He smiled at me. Coming right up.

I looked around to see people dancing on the dance floor and at the other table, you can see people eating out with each other.

Drinking was never fun for me but this time I was enjoying it.

Here you go, the bartender handed me, my 8th glass of martini.

I almost jumped out of my seat when a man beside me suddenly swung out his arms on my waist. I looked at him bored.

Can you please let go of my waist? Mister. I asked, trying to be polite.

He looked so drunk. I can make your night, so good that you’ll scream.

I was about to speak again when I felt someone else hand pull me out of his grip.

Why don’t you find someone else to sleep with? Nathan asked.

The stranger’s hand went up as a sign of giving up before leaving us.

I looked at Nathan.

What the hell is your problem?

I almost yelled, when he practically dragged me with him. His grip on my waist was so tight that I was so close to him. I could smell his intoxicating perfume.

He dragged me inside a dark corridor then slammed my body against the wall and cornered me with his hands. Is this how you act? You’re already a mother for crying out loud what are you doing getting drunk alone?

I tried to shove him away but he’s stronger than me.

What the hell is wrong with you? I was drinking alone so what!. I started

He leaned close to my ear and whispered huskily. You can’t remember? You’re mine.

I looked at him and I guessed the alcohol gave me a boost of courage to retort to my boss, I’m your what? I’m sorry, nobody owns me.

He laughed sarcastically, you’re the mother of my child that makes you mine.

I tried to push him away to create a little distance between us but what he did is to push his body further closer to me.

Thinking if I should call or yell for help but hearing the noises from the partying crowd in this dark hallway I bet no one could hear me.

I titled my head away from his face because, with one wrong move, we would kiss. I felt his hand travel up to my arms warmly.

Bella. Don’t try my patience. His voice made my knees wobble. I can feel the anger in his voice.

Once again, I tried to break free from his hold but he was much stronger than me. Where is my son? He said he squeezed both of my elbows so hard that I wanted to scream at him.

I felt goosebumps when I felt his breath near my neck.

Where is he?

Ignoring his question, I tried to push him to “get away from me”.

What are you doing in a place like this all by yourself? he asked.

I looked at him in disbelief.