The Billionaire's Unwanted Baby

*Tessa’s P.O.V When I was seventeen, I was sold off by my parents to marry a man named Christian Dolores. Christian was a billionaire looking for a wife to represent him and his company. My family owned a popular clothing brand which made them millionaires, but once people have had a taste of power and money, their greed makes them want more. Chirstian wanted to work with my family’s brand and along the way of their partnership, my family made a deal with Christian to sell me off in order to get even more money and a higher status. I didn’t have a say in it and was forced to go along with the engagement whether I wanted it or not. I never spoke to my parents again unless it was necessary. I was their daughter and they just sold me off to marriage like I was nothing. It took me a while to get over the pain of what my parents did. A few months later after the engagement was made and I just turned 19, we got married. Christian always made it seem like he loved me and that we would spend our days forever happy together. Perhaps, it was because I was young, but I believed him. He was 24 at the time I got married to him and had plenty of experience with dating, whereas I’ve never dated before. After three years of our marriage Christian became aggressive and abusive with me. This aggression increased because I still remained a virgin and wouldn’t do anything other than kiss and make out with him. I thought that things would get better and that he was just stressed from his job and responsibilities. When I was 24, he eventually didn’t talk to me at all unless it was to give me orders or to make out with him. One day he called me to his bedroom at night and forced himself on me, I was frozen at the moment and couldn’t speak. I was mad at myself for just letting him do those things to me even though in my head I was yelling at him to get off me. He continued to sexually assault me week after week, until I would finally get used to it and became numb to it.I couldn't tell the authorities because Christian was the billionaire not me, he would have the best lawyers and backup. I had a good amount of money, but Christian and my parents had way more money than me. That’s my life story and just when you think it can’t get any worse, it does. I’m currently 26 years old, and still married to the billionaire Christian Dolores. Christian has made it clear he absolutely despises me now, which hurt at first, but I’m used to it at this point. I knew we were never truly in love and I realized I saw him strictly as a partner for the press than an actual lover. Christian even slept with me only once in a month, instead of every day, which I didn’t mind because I never felt good with him in bed like people were supposed to. However, lately I’ve been feeling morning sickness and nausea, I couldn’t even bear to eat certain foods. Today I realized, I missed my period, I was a week late. Panic set in fast, did I get pregnant when he didn’t use protection? I was on the pill, but sometimes the pill doesn’t work. I took a pregnancy test while anxiously waiting in the bathroom hoping that it wasn’t what I thought it was. I knew I had to have kids with Christian at some point, I just didn’t think it would be now. I picked up the pregnancy test and saw two red lines. f**k, this can’t be true, I refused to believe it. I took another one and yet again saw those bright red lines. I started silently crying in the bathroom, I wanted kids in the future, but now was too early. After some time to calm down, I disposed of the pregnancy tests and waited a few weeks before telling Christian. I didn’t know what his reaction was going to be, but I hoped it was positive. Three weeks later, I came home early from Emma, my friend’s, house. I took off my shoes when I heard moaning noises from Christian’s room, it can’t be, I thought. I walked to his room quietly and peaked through the small gap between the door and the doorway. I saw Christian sleeping with a girl who looked to be younger than me. I felt disgusted and wanted to puke. I started recording a video on my phone just in case something would happen to me. I've never done this before, but I knew Christian was about to be extremely angry when I come in the room and it couldn't help to have evidence just in case something happened. I put the phone in the back pocket of my pants. I entered the room, Christian and the girl seemed shocked I was here. The girl stopped moaning and screamed because I saw them. The girl quickly got dressed and left our house. Christian looked annoyed and yelled at me for interrupting him. My eyes were stinging from holding back tears. “I’m pregnant” I said, my voice breaking. “What!” he said looking so angry I got scared. “You better get an abortion, I swear to god Tessa, do you understand me!” he yelled threateningly. I was always pro-choice, and I was shocked at the fact I was pregnant, but I didn’t want to abort. “No” I said. He raised his hand to slap me hard on my cheek. My cheek was stinging from pain. “I don’t want you to have my f*****g child Tessa, I want Sarah to have my child. She's the one I like, not you. It's never been you Tessa. You’re getting an abortion, or I swear there’ll be hell to pay!” he yelled. He got dressed and left the house. I assumed Sarah was the young woman he was with. How long has he been sleeping with her? The thought just hurt me more and I couldn’t stop crying. I knew he hated me, but I never thought he hated me so much he would cheat on me. The thought of me not being good enough to earn his loyalty hurt me the most. After an hour of crying, I realized I needed to leave and never come back. If I stayed here, I would be forced to get an abortion which I didn’t want. I packed my stuff and took all my money except for stuff that could be used to find me. If, god forbid, Christian were to find me and claim that he wanted my child, I could always go to court and show them my evidence. I could hopefully file a restraining order. I called several apartments that had places open and looked at deals for apartments. I knew I would only have enough of my own money to last me a year before I ran out. I needed to get a place that was super affordable and that could last me a few months till I got a job. I saw that there was an apartment with three rooms. It seemed perfect and was a good price. The only thing was that there was a roommate, but they listed in the apartment description that they were fine with young children. I would just have to share the room with my child. This place looked perfect; I called the roommate with the number that was listed in the apartment details. It was a woman who seemed about my age, she told me I could move in two days from now after seeing the place. She also said I would have to start paying every month for half the rent a week after I moved in. She told me to come at 1:00 p.m. tomorrow to see the apartment and, if I liked it, to fill out papers. Then I would be all set to move in the next day. She was easy to talk to, making lighthearted jokes throughout our conversation. She seemed good, but I knew not to let my guard down like I did with Christian. After I finished my call, I continued packing. I knew Christian wouldn’t return for a couple days, so I would stay here until I hopefully moved. After more crying, I left the house the next day to see the apartment I was hoping to live in with my child. Then I could move in the next day if I liked it and if the conditions were good. I wasn’t sure how I felt about my pregnancy at the moment, but I knew that I wouldn't let Christian take my child away from me.