The Billionaire's Captive Heart

The Truth

GIANNA

My 16-year-old self would be heartbroken to witness this reality. I was just like most little young girls who dreamed of graduating, having a good job, a good husband and amazing children, pretty early in life.

I had that dream till I was eighteen years when I found out life was not like I thought. We were seriously sinking in debt and the only option at the time was Shane Brooke's father.

Nothing positive seemed to be coming my way. Why on earth was everything failing for me? My thoughts were immediately disrupted by the revvving sound from the engine. I guess he was finally back. Who did he spend the night with this time? Vivian? Sarah? Brenda?

I took a sneak peek of myself in the mirror. I knew I was attractive. What then didn’t he see in me but saw in this ladies? I was about to head out of the room when he suddenly opened the door, making me almost jump out of my skin, my heart racing. What the heck?

“Hey…….” I faked a smile, my heart racing really fast.

“You should be at the door, welcoming me in but you chose not to.” He brushed my skin lightly and grazed my hair with his fingers.

“I am sorry….. I…..”

“No, you do not have to be sorry. “ He placed a kiss on my chin. “It’s fine. I am not upset with you. “ He placed a kiss on my neck and slowly lowered the kisses. I felt the heat for a second but I knew I couldn’t do it.

“Do not resist me.” He pinned me against the wall and tried to kiss me but I turned my face swiftly away from him.

“Do not tell me this is about the divorce thingy. We discussed it already and I believe I made it clear that you are mine. My wife. You cannot be free. “ He tried to kiss me one more time. I felt something warm build up in my throat and before I could empty it, it landed right on him.

His face twisted in disgust and it took everything in me not to burst out laughing. It happened so quickly thqt i could not stop it. I ran to the bathroom when i felt the urge again. What the heck was wrong with me? Why was I feeling so light headed?

Shane hurried into the bathroom to have a quick wash and all I could mutter was “I am sorry.” I didn’t know what else to say.

“I am deeply sorry. I did not mean for any of his to happen. I…” I felt the need to puke and ran to the bathroom again. What the hell was going on with me?

“Are you seeing another man?” He suddenly questioned and I raised my head up from the drawer. No, he wasn’t in the right position to ask me that question. How on earth could he think I was like him?

“Why would you think that?” I arched my brows.

“Answer the damn question, Gee. Oh, I know how you longed for my touch, how you've always done everything within your power to seduce me and make me make love to you. I watched you wish you were the other women I had fun with even though I was going to be rough with you. I knew those things…..”

“Yet you ignored it…” I cut him short and he arched his brows. I crossed my hands right in front of the mirror. “You ignored every sign, every cue like you didn’t notice.”

“That is not the point. You should….”

“When you deprived me of all I wanted, you taught me how to live without it.” I responded and tried to walk away. My head was terribly banging. All I needed was a rest but he pushed my back against the wall, sweat dripping down his face.

“I do not know where you get the courage to speak back to me or what you think you are doing but you are my wife and I will have my way with you when I want to and……..”

“And the woman who is pregnant for you?” I spat and he arched his brows. “You do not have to feign ignorance. I saw it. I saw it hidden. I know there is a woman pregnant for you and…..”

Before I could complete my statement, his lips curved into a smile and he let out a loud laughter. I didn’t find it funny.

“You are being delusional. It is pretty obvious that you are beginning to get sick in the head.” He dismissed my statement like I was making things up. I hurried to get the pregnancy strip it was but .... it wasn’t there anymore. I knew for a fact that it wasn’t in my head.

I had seen the pregnancy strip and it read positive.

“Where is it?” He mocked, his hands crossed on his chest. No one had gotten in here. It was just ..... me in the house all along and I weas certain I had returned it the previous night. I had in fact, seen it after I took my bath the previous morning. Where did the hell did it go?

“You are out of your mind.” He scoffed before walking out of the bathroom. “Such a buzz killer.” He muttered.

I leaned against the wall, a thousand thoughts running through my mind. Who could have come in here? How did the strip disappear? No, it wasn’t in my head! I know what I saw.

I sat on the bed, contemplating what to do when my gaze landed on his phone lying on the bed. Touching his phone was dangerous yet with trembling hands, I surrendered to curiosity. I at least, deserved to know the woman who had gotten pregnant for husband.

Taking a deep breath, I locked the door and hurriedly began to search for information on his phone. Luck seemed to have run out on me as every of his message was deleted. I was about to drop his phone when my gaze caught one of the messages.

‘Your baby needs you. Come home’

My hands trembled as I hurriedly tapped the number out on my phone and..... I had to check six different times to be sure I was seeing right. The lines began to connect immediately. She coming over here, her never present pictures in the family albums, no resemblance, keeping mute when they saw me coming, her scarf in our room that night...

I staggered, my legs losing balance as I tried to stop the influx of information. This.... this could not be true. Lillian is ..... No. This cannot be true.