Pregnant by the Playboy Heir

CHAPTER Pregnancy III

Charlotte turned her head slowly as soon as she heard the voice and standing by the bathroom door was Bruce.

“How long have you been standing there?” She asked.

“I am going to be a father.”

“You aren't, the machine is faulty.”

“Ohh Charlotte that explains the sudden vomiting.”

“Get out of the bathroom, Bruce.”

“So… you’re pregnant Charlotte?”

“I said, ' Get out,” she shouted.

“Don't you raise your voice at me, Charlotte. You are f**king carrying my child, show some respect.”

“I'm not carrying your child Bruce and my pregnancy is none of your business.”

“IT'S my business Charlotte,”

“And how exactly is it your business?”

“Because you are bearing my way out of poverty, and that child is mine.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“That’s impossible,”

“Is it?”

“Yes,” she said. “It is.”

“Charlotte… you lived with me for years.”

And?”

“And we slept together more times than I can count,” he said. “So tell me something…”

“How exactly is it impossible that the baby is mine?”

“Because it isn't yours Bruce.”

“That’s not an answer Charlotte, I f**ked the living daylights out of you countless times and never was there a day I made use of protection.”

“You aren't the father, Bruce. Please stop and let me think.”

“The only time you slept with someone other than me was your one-night stand with Jace Norman and he isn't the father.’

“You’re unbelievable.”

“No, Charlotte.”

“I’m realistic.”

“You know very well that child isn’t yours.”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe not.”

“But here’s the funny thing,” Bruce continued.

“It doesn’t really matter whose child it is.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I am clearly not capable of taking care of myself let alone of a child.”

“And a billionaire just married you.” Bruce continued.

“And now…“You’re pregnant.”

“Which means we just hit the jackpot.”

“We?”

“Ohhh my bad, I just hit the jackpot.”

“You’re insane, I wonder how I ever ended up with a man who sees a child as an escape route from poverty.” She said feeling disgusted.

"Wonder all you want Charlotte, all I know is I said what I said and I meant every word.”

“This is pure evil.”

"Call it whatever you want, you’re married to a billionaire. He wouldn’t be pleased to find out you’re carrying someone else’s child.”

“I am not going to listen to you so you can as well do your worst.”

“Do you even think Charlotte?”

“You just got married to a billionaire, a man who has both allies and worshippers. You're just a freaking nobody who got lucky and has no one to defend your case if any is brought up against you.”

“Where are you going with this Bruce?”

“Good I am glad you asked. Now think about it, your wedding ceremony is in 24 hours and you are carrying your ex's child. What do you think would happen if the Norman family finds out let alone the media?”

“They won't find out.” She said

“Wouldn't they? How can you be so certain?”

“Because no one else is aware that I am pregnant.”

“Ohh, really even the father of the child isn’t aware?” He asked, smiling at her.

“Bruce…what are you planning to do? Hope it's not something stupid as always?”

“You really aren't thinking I will keep my mouth shut for free Charlotte? Because if you are, you must be a joker.”

“What do you want from me, Bruce?”

“I want stability, let me go straight to the point Charlotte. I want a monthly allowance of ten thousand dollars, only then would I keep shut.“You see Charlotte, the situation is actually very simple. You’re going to take care of me. A car… a nice apartment… some spending money every month.”

“How on earth do you expect me to pay you such a huge sum of money monthly?”

“You can Charlotte, you can.”

“How….?”

“You are a billionaire's wife, surely ten thousand dollars isn’t much for you to come up with.”

“What if I can't come up with such an amount every month?”

“Then the whole city finds out the child you are carrying isn't your husband's, but rather your ex's and you know very well no one, absolutely no one would take up your case.”

“Are you trying to threaten me, Bruce?”

“No, just trying to enlighten you Charlotte because you are trying to act all ignorant.”

“You must have completely lost your mind.”

“Because that’s the only explanation for the nonsense coming out of your mouth.”

“You know what Bruce? F**k yourself and do your worst. Because I won’t let you get your way.”

Bruce's expression changed as he held Charlotte by the throat pinning her to the wall, while whispering to her ear.

“Listen Charlotte, you will do as I request without questioning me am I clear?”

Bruce continued pressing her neck harder, and Charlotte struggled to breathe as she tried to force his hands away, but all her efforts were in vain.

For a moment everything in the room had gone blurry in Charlotte’s eyes and just as it seemed like she was going to pass out, Tristan kicked the door open.

“What the hell is going on here?” he demanded an answer.

“And who the hell are you?” Bruce asked.

“Step away from her,” Tristan said.

“Or what?”

Tristan grabbed Bruce by the collar and slammed him hard against the wall.

“Don’t,” Tristan said, “test my patience.”

“Get your hands off me!”

Tristan punched Bruce in the face repeatedly till he started bleeding.

“Tristan!” Charlotte shouted.

“You think you can threaten her?” Tristan said.

“You… you don’t even know what’s going on—”

“Tristan stop!” Charlotte shouted again,

Tristan let Bruce go.

“Ma’am,” he said, “are you alright?”

“Yes, I am, thanks for coming to my aid.”

“That's my job ma'am to protect you.”

“Wow, just wow once a bartender now has a bodyguard, nice one Charlotte,” Bruce said.

“The next time you try something like this again, consider yourself a dead man.” Tristan threatened Bruce.

“Tell your bodyguard to watch his tone, Charlotte.”

“Shut up Bruce.”

“You should really tell your husband the good news.”

“And one last thing Charlotte.”

“What?”

“You will hear from me.”

On her way to the Norman mansion, Charlotte kept staring at the pregnancy test; her conversation with Bruce replayed repeatedly in her head.

“Is everything OK ma'am?” Tristan asked.

“Yes, I am fine, just tired.”

“How many minutes are left till we arrive at the house?”

“Barely ten minutes left ma'am.”

“OK.”

“How come I have never seen this estate before?”

“That's because it's a private restricted estate only for the Norman family.”

“But there are multiple mansions here, how can it be only for the Norman family?”

“Well, they're all in the Norman name.”

“Even the golf course and private island across?”

“Yes ma'am, everything on this estate belongs to Mr Norman.”

“Wow, how rich is he?”

“Well, ma'am Mr Norman sponsors elections which means he's wealthier than the Atlanta government.”

“That's crazy..”

“Yes, his kind of wealth is only dreamt of.”

Tristan slowed down and said “We are here.”

“Where?”

“The house.”

The tall golden gate opened, and the car drove inside coming to a stop at the entrance.

Charlotte was left perplexed by the house's architecture.

“This… can’t be real,” she murmured.

She had seen rich houses before.

But this?

This was something else entirely.

Two uniformed staff members stepped forward and opened the car door.

“Welcome home, Mrs Norman.”

“How many people even live in a place like this?” she whispered.

At the entrance, a staff member bowed to welcome her.”

“Welcome home, Mrs Norman.”

“Thanks.”

Jace stepped out of the lobby.

“Why are you standing there?” he asked.

“Because this place looks like a palace.”

“It’s just a house.”

“Just a house?”

“Yes, you will get used to it.”

“So…” she said.

“This is my new home.”

“Yes.”

“Follow me, I will take you to the room.”

“Okay.”

Charlotte was shocked when she stepped inside the room, it had more space than her old apartment.

“Wow.”

“What now?”

“Nothing, the room looks really nice.”

“Yeah, I am aware it does.”

“Go freshen up, dinner will be served in ten minutes.”

“OK.”

Charlotte sat on the bed trying to unpack when a message came in from an Unknown number.

UNKNOWN NUMBER

“Enjoying your new billionaire life already? It must be nice riding around in that fancy car.

Charlotte already knew who it was.

Unknown Number:

“Don’t forget we had an agreement, Charlotte.”

Charlotte: “Stop texting me from random numbers.”

Unknown Number:

Relax. I just thought a married woman like you might have blocked my real number.

Charlotte:

What do you want, Bruce?

Bruce:

Money.

Charlotte:

For?

Bruce:

Let’s not pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.

Charlotte:

You’re unbelievable.

Bruce:

No, Charlotte. I’m practical.

Bruce:

You’re married to a billionaire now.

Which means paying me to keep quiet shouldn’t be a problem.

Charlotte:

You’re blackmailing me.

Bruce:

Call it whatever you want.

Bruce:

Just remember something.

Bruce:

You have a week to send ten thousand dollars to my account.

Ignore me…

And I promise you the whole city will know exactly who the father is.