Contracted to a stripper

Episode4

Lily's POV

A woman walked down the stairs to meet us. Her eyes were on me the whole time, and she had a clear look of disgust on her face. I unconsciously looked at my body. I was wearing a short and slightly revealing gown. Its full length stopped just a few centimeters after my ass and a deep v at the front that exposed the sides of my breasts. It was my typical work outfit, so I didn't think it was that bad. Do I really look like a beggar?

“Who is this, William? You cannot just bring any random person from god knows where into the house. What if people saw you?” the woman spoke up again. She was taller than me and had some resemblance to William, so I guessed she was his sister. Apart from that, there was something familiar about her that I couldn't quite put a hand on at the moment.

William had a straight face on and didn't look moved at all, instead he cleared his throat and said loudly, “Can I have everyone's attention please, I have an announcement to make?” The woman rolled her eyes at her brother and sent me a death glare.

I breathed out and clutched August's hand to calm my nerves. From the attitude of the woman I could tell that staying here wasn't going to be easy there, but as long as it was for my son, I was willing to bear anything.

One by one, the remaining members of the family trooped out. There was a fragile old woman in a wheelchair, another young woman, two girls who looked like they were around 5 and 7, and a man. It was a full house, their eyes bored into me and August like we were some sort of aliens with two heads. I had to direct my gaze at the ground as if there was something very intriguing about it.

“Where’s Damien?” I heard William ask.

“He is not around, he has travelled on some business”, the other woman said in a timid voice.

“Oh well, everyone, this is Lily and her son August. Lily, this is Arla, my only sister, Damien. My younger brother is not home, this is Sarah. This wife and these two girls are Kylie and Jenner, Arla's children. This man here is Toby, Arla's husband. My mother, Evelyn, is the one on the wheelchair”. William introduced everyone to me while the others only stared. The two girls attempted to send a friendly wave over when their names were called, but with one look from Arla, they refrained.

Well, this is very welcoming. I can feel the love already.

“William, what is going on? Who is she?” Arla resumed her questioning again with her hands on her hips.

William paused for a second, meeting everyone's eyes before walking closer to stand by my side, his placed his hand on my waist and maintained a steady gaze at me before saying, “Lily is my fiancé and the mother of my unborn child. We are getting married in a few days, so I hope you can all treat her well as part of the family”, then he leaned and kissed me.

There was a deafening silence that followed. Everybody was shocked, I included. Was there any need to be that dramatic, and why were butterflies running wild in my stomach from such a simple kiss?

“Oh no! Hell no!” Arla finally found her voice and said.

“Whether you agree or not is none of my business, you are free to attend the wedding or not” William's jaw ticked as he spoke to them, but his eyes were trained on his sister.

“William, Have you gone insane?! You want to ruin the image of this family and cause a scandal by marrying this girl who looks like someone who lives in a club?” Arla loudly challenged.

Well, I was a stripper but the way she said it made me feel a bit offended.

William doesn't reply to her,. Instead, he turned to Sarah and said, “Please show Lily her room, she will be staying with her son. Give her the spare room close to mine”, he instructed. Then he turned to me and said, “I will be right back.”

I nodded in understanding and watched him walk away. The atmosphere became awkward with the fuming Arla in it. Sarah walked forward quietly and offered a small shy smile before saying, “Come on, let me show you to your room.”

I muttered an ‘okay’ and turned to leave with her when I heard Arla shout, “stop right there!”

With a few steps she came to stand in front of me, her eyes were wide as saucers, and they were burning with rage. She raised her hand and pointed at me, “Look, I don't know the nasty hole my brother picked you from, but I'm not going to let your low class self ruin my name that I have managed to build for years. That thing is your belly. How much do you need to get rid of it, huh? Tell me because my brother is so desperate for an heir that he will basically take anything. I won't sit and watch him ruin his name, I will pay you triple of the money, so you can get rid of it and disappear from our lives forever… so tell me!!!” she demanded furiously with pride.

I raised my head to look at her in the eyes. I may be poor, but I still have my dignity. I won't tolerate her looking at me so lowly, “No, thank you. I am not interested. I will not abort my child”, I replied with a firm tone, so she knew I meant every word.

My words seemed to tick her off even more, her nostrils flared, and she leaned closer to me before saying in an audible whisper.

“Then I promise to make your life here as miserable as possible and that you will beg to leave. Welcome to your hell”