WGS01: Pregnant By A Mafia

Chapter 1

Miki's POV

I packed up all of my things because I was traveling to Korea once again. It is where I work as ordered by my overbearing father. He threatened me that he could get my unborn baby aborted if I didn’t abide by his orders.

You heard that right. I’m pregnant.

I was terrified by his words. I don’t want to lose my innocent child yet…even though I despise the one who knocked me up months ago. I cannot fathom the thought of losing this baby. I want to be able to see them grow happy and healthy just like the other kids. Gusto ko sila makasama ng matagal, kasama sa pagtanda.

After arguing with my father last night, I stormed off to my room. I thought about my job overseas and reluctantly agreed not long after. No matter how much I disagree with his orders, I know that I have no power against him. Lagi naman eh, sunod-sunuran sa mga utos, walang lakas loob umapila.

My father is too powerful. Kahit na walang trabaho ang mga iyon may pera at kaya parin nilang magpatumba ng mga mayayaman. Maraming takot sa kanila, hindi lang sa yaman kundi sa lakas na dala ng pamilya ko. Sa ngayon ay wala pa akong lakas ng loob upang labanan sila.

The Santfords are known as the wealthiest family in the country. Can you believe it? But actually, I don’t need their money. I can fend for myself real fine. Mother and Father are the ones who need it, not me and my sister Maikee. We are merely worthless tools in our parents’ eyes.

Speaking of my sister…I wonder why is she still not here. She usually goes upstairs every morning to hang out or to have a simple chat, but now she’s later than usual.

I want to talk to her before I leave this country for good…

“Madam, your chauffeur was waiting for you outside,” I hadn’t realized that I had somewhere to go to, getting lost in my thoughts.

“Yes. I’ll be right there in a minute,” I told my housemaid and she nodded in reply, walking off afterward. I dragged my luggage and headed outside, giving our house a dull look, and went inside the car. I don’t have much time to say goodbye.

I’m already used to this kind of setting, being invisible to everyone’s eyes. No different to a shadow, or a hallow space that no one could be able to sense.

Well, I can’t blame them.

As a daughter of a wealthy family, they surely have the best parenting techniques.

They’re my parents, after all, doesn’t even give two shits about their children’s wellbeing. Not once bat a single eye whenever we get hurt and all. All they care about is business and money. It’s their only priority, their way of living.

But what about us? We’re their children for god’s sake. Did they create us just to succeed in their crappy business? Unbelievable.

And neglecting is what they’re good at.

Maybe they deserve the Best Parents of the Year award for being the most neglectful figures in the family. What a joy. They would be the role models that everyone would look up to.

Shitty parents. I promise when I give birth to this child, I won’t be following in their footsteps. I’m going to provide adequate love and care for my kid as long as I live. Earth be damned, I’ll even sacrifice my life if necessary.

“Madam, we have arrived.” The driver said, pulling the car over to a stop. I took my shades put them on, and stepped outside the car.

I closed the car, and as usual, the bypassers shot me a look of curiosity. That’s because I always roam around this area whenever my father set me up for another stupid business trip.

Oh yeah, I failed to mention that I have my own company in Korea thanks to my money-grubbing parents.

The people around here frequently see me when I'm going somewhere overseas, so they gave me the nickname 'Tourgirl'.

Not bad, but I wish they came up with something cooler though...

And they might be thinking that my job is such a luxury, traveling here and there...

Yes indeed, I am enjoying it.

Duh, not really. Who the hell enjoys this? It's exhausting as f**k.

"Thanks, Sir. Can you please send me a farewell to my sister too?" I said, beaming as I started to walk off.

"Well, well, well. Look who's here." A mocking voice said, making me pause in my tracks and turn around to see who the f**k decided to ruin my day.

Of course, It's got to be Manda. That one campus b***h from my former university.

She had hooked up with countless guys, and obviously, she was not planning to give up on it.

Like a cheap w***e. Who knows, she might have an infectious STD.

Ew. I don't wanna catch that s**t. My baby would be infected by it too if I didn't get rid of this woman.

"What the f**k do you want, Manda?" I asked in an annoyed tone. This woman is starting to get on my nerves.

"Hmm, nothing. I'm going to the States now." She huffed with an irritating eye-roll.

It takes more than my limit to hold myself back from yanking her shitty eyeballs. But lucky her, I still have self-restraint left in me.

Here she is, always looking for a drama like a real attention-seeker that she is.

Very immature.

Grow up, b***h. If you're looking for someone to mess up with, you're talking to the wrong person.

Thanks to my pregnancy, my hormones are messing up with my emotions. Amplifying them even.

"Please don't bother me, do I look like I care?" I spat out, pushing her away. I don't have time for useless people to talk to.

Realizing that I was just wasting my saliva on her, I stormed off. She's not worthy enough to earn my attention.

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When I finally arrived in Korea, I let my eyes roam around freely, admiring the wonderful place before me.

It looks wonderful. The air is fresher than the one I've inhaled before. Clean surroundings, tall buildings, fancy cars... it's almost perfect to the point that I don't wanna go back to my home anymore. Well, the Philippines was good, but...yeah.

"Ma'am, this way." The hostess showed me to the room where I would stay. My family is the only owner of this hotel so I have the right to choose wherever I want to stay. Why not, right?

Thanking the hostess, I went to my room and laid down on the fluffy and comfortable duvet. I closed my eyes and fell asleep in an instant due to fatigue and jetlag from the long flight.

I woke up from the sun's rays shining through the window. I rose from the bed and dragged myself to the bathroom to prepare myself for the day. I'm coming back to work again and I have to finish everything as soon as possible.

Fuck work. I should be taking a rest because this body doesn't belong to one person anymore.

I have no choice though.

Moments later, I finally went to my workplace.

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“Annyeong joh-eun achim! Madam Miki!”

"Good morning, Madam!"

"Hello, Madam Mika!"

That's what I always hear from their greetings here at the company. I smiled in response and continued walking until I reached my office. Others call me Mika or Miki, but I don't mind.

"Madam Miki, here are the documents you asked me to sign," said my secretary and handed me the pile of papers.

Oh s**t. Another paperwork.

I just blankly stared at it, wondering how the hell it multiplied by itself when as far as I can remember, there were only a few pages of it.

No use pondering over it. I know it was my father's doing again.

Of course, he likes making me suffer like this.

I took it with such reluctance and put it on my desk, and I looked at my secretary. Giving her a once over, I observed that her new outfit was too revealing for the workplace. Well, I don't care about her style, but her clothes look like what you would wear to nightclubs and parties.

Where's the formality? Is she flirting with some higher-ups for a promotion? And look at that cleavage, it's very distracting!

"Ahem, uhh...why are you wearing..." I awkwardly point toward the skimpy dress. She blushed a little, covering her chest.

Wow. Did she cover it

just now? Do you dare to cover it 'now'? And you've been shamelessly wearing it around the workplace.

Hah, this woman.

"Well...Madam, there will be a visitor in our company later and-----"

"A visitor? Then what's with that outfit? Are you planning to seduce them? Miss, I never hired you to flirt. You're here to work as a formal secretary, not as a stripper, okay?" I stated in a stern voice. It's not like I was angry at her, but her style just reminds me of someone I just encountered yesterday.

Not worth mentioning. The idea of that trash irritates me more. No offense to my secretary though.

"Please prioritize formality, especially in front of our visitors. It's crucial to the image of our company. And you know we have protocols and guidelines to follow here, understand?"

I added, staring at her intently.

The poor secretary just nodded in reply. Sighing, I pinched the bridge of my nose for my impending headache. This was stressing the f**k out of me.

Her name is Samantha. She's been always with me wherever I go, even if she's too flirty to everyone. I bet this woman's a pansexual. That, and she's not a bad person. I originally hired her for her nice and outgoing personality. Her negotiating skills are excellent, perfect for every meeting with our clients. Samantha's performance and skills were very useful for our company.

She was the only one I preferred out of all my old assistants. The other ones were boring and clumsy, sometimes messing up with my schedules.

"Samantha. You know we have been working together for years. And I like your excellent service in the company. I trust you since I chose you to be my secretary, so please don't let me down, okay? You may take your leave. And please, change your outfit to a more decent-looking?" I smiled wryly, rubbing my temples.

"Yes, madam. I'm sorry." She whispered ashamedly but I heard it. Nodding, I defeatedly leaned back on my seat, watching her walk away.

Ah, yes. I still have paperwork to finish. f**k. Leaning over, I scanned the documents once again, putting my reading glasses on.

Mafia? What in the world is my father planning again? All the papers here have mafia written on them. What's with the mafia? I'm starting to get curious, I've checked the papers a few times, but it's different from the ones I checked when I was in the Philippines. I just noticed this now. What are they planning for my company? Are they trustworthy?

I put down my reading eyeglasses and leaned on my swivel chair, many unanswered questions running through my mind.

This is getting more stressful.

Ring. Ring.

A ringing from the phone pulled me out of my distressing thoughts. Rolling my eyes, I reluctantly answered it. "Hello? Who's this?”

["Madam, this is Samantha. Our visitor has arrived. He said he will be waiting in the lobby."]

"Wait for me, I'm coming."

["Yes, madam."]



Ending the phone call, I took my things and headed towards the lobby.

It's time to work.