The Billionaire's Baby

The Billionaire's Baby- Chapter 8

With a blink of an eye, my mother dabbed her face and perked up into the perfect host for guests.

My father straightened his clothes as I listened to the front door being opened by our housekeeper.

"¡Señor Cruz! What on earth are you doing here?" Ava squeaked, her voice vibrating off the walls.

"What the hell is he doing here?" My father demanded, rising from the table and stomping out.

"Where is Sophie?" Julian's voice boomed with demand.

"How dare you show your face around my home!" My father snarled with malice dripping from his voice.

Great! This was all I needed.

Maybe I did need Julian to fight my corner. He wouldn't allow them to force me into an abortion. The baby was wanted by Julian more than anything.

A figure flew past me as I stood ram-rod straight, terrified. I hadn't thought this through at all. My little fantasy of my family thanking me for pulling the family from rock bottom dominated my mind. I didn't think there would be any other scenarios.

I didn't think of my father's reaction to Julian's money.

How stupid could I be? And now, I'm pregnant with my father's worst enemy!

"You shagged my sister and got her up the f*cking duff!" Craig's voice suddenly echoed along the hall.

The sound of a scuffle followed by Ava screaming, "Oh no, please! Stop it! Stop it!"

Oh God! I spun around, intending to try and calm the situation down, but a hand clamped my arm tightly, swinging me back round, causing me to yelp.

My mother was furious. Her fingers bit into the top of my arm like a clamp. Her pearly white teeth were pulled back over her lips as she hissed, "He's the father?"

With another sob, I nodded and looked down, ashamed to meet her eyes.

"Julian Cruz?" my mother, Gretchen, hissed again.

I nodded, "Yes."

Tamara gasped, my mother followed, as if she couldn't take it in.

I felt as though I had to explain myself quickly before assumptions were made. The scuffle continued with Ava shouting at the boys to stop, someone was moaning on the floor and my father was screaming insults at Julian.

"Oh yes, Brandon!" Julian's voice sneered along the walls, his voice a little breathless. "Your daughter was shagging me years ago! That little holiday she went to in Greece? She was with me in Spain, writhing under my touch. Oh, she screamed my name countless times!"

"You bastard!" I heard my father launch himself at Diego again and I winced as the scuffling broke out again.

I heard it before I felt it. The c***k. The whip across my face. And then pain seeped down my cheek and I clutched my palm to my stinging cheek and gasped.

"You wh*re!" My mother snarled, "Get out of my house, and don't you ever show your face to me again! You disgrace me!"

I howled, sobbing and clutching my cheek as she gripped my arm tightly again and began dragging me o the door.

"No! Please, Mum!" I cried through the tears. "I did it for you! I did it for you all!"

I'm ashamed of you!" My mother sneered, "You're no daughter of mine! You're nothing but a filthy little wh*re that spreads her legs!"

"Mum, please!" I found myself hurling into the entrance area.

It took all of two seconds to take in my surroundings. Craig sat on the floor, a cut above his eye dripping down his cheek while he held his ribs.

"Sophie..." Julian bit out, his voice heaving with blood on his face and blood trickling down his lip from his burst lip.

He looked like a rabid animal.

I picked myself up off the floor, still crying while my sister, Tamara, watched from the doorway, her eyes full of fear at the sight of Julian.

Gingerly, Julian made a beeline for me, his tailored suit in disarray. "Sophie, I'm so sorry. Please, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." I snapped through my tears, holding my hands out to stop him from coming over. "Don't touch me."

"Sophie, I'm sorry, I lost control." Julian's breath was huffed and he looked uncertain.

"Get out." I pointed to the door, sounding strong but feeling anything but that. My mother was sobbing over my brother's bloody face as he sat up gingerly. "You've done enough damage."

"I just came to check on you," Julian tried to explain as I moved away from him.

"Please, Julian!" tears rolled down my cheeks as I tried to gather myself up. "Leave! I'll call you."

Julian wanted to say something else, but I turned my back to him, rubbing my eyes.

I waited until he stepped away and began to move towards the front door before I turned around. Julian dropped a piece of paper down at my father's feet.

"My end of the deal is done," Julian murmured, a little breathless, before he opened the front door and shut it behind him.

Shell shocked, I watched as Ava re-entered the room with a wet cloth to start dabbing at my brother's face.

"Get out of my house," my father commanded.

"Father, please!" My eyes widened as he looked at me with disgrace.

"Please, I was only trying to help!" I begged, trying to touch him, but his hand shot out.

"Help?" My father boomed, suddenly gripping my arm bruisingly.

"I'm sorry, please!"

"I feel sick looking at you, Sophie! Knowing that man defiled my daughter and got her pregnant with his child! You're no longer my daughter!"

I sobbed, massive heaves of my chest as my father pushed me out of the house.

My father stood over me, the rest of my family quiet behind him. "You know, I almost feel sorry for that kid, having a p********e of a mother."

"I'm not a p********e!" I wailed, fat tears rolling down my cheeks as I wanted to stand up.

"You're not?" He sneered, "You get your t**s out for the lads mags, Sophie! You bring nothing but shame to the family!"

"It was the only way to bring lumps of cash to the family!" I tried to explain through the sobs, but was cut off by my father.

"Don't twist this on us! You enjoyed it. And now you've wh*red your body out to Julian Cruz! Do you think he is the type of guy who cares? Where is he now, Sophie?"

He shook me off and snarled, "Stay the hell away from all of us."

And with that, he slammed the door shut in my face.