A Baby For The CEO

Ian Wolf's Point of View. "Today's the day." Today I will marry the woman I love. A smile curved into my lips as I stood in front of the mirror, giving the final adjustment to the straw of my groom's suit. Veronica and I have been together for over five years, and it's time to take our relationship into the next level. It's time to start a family. "To have the children who will one day be responsible for carrying on my legacy." And Veronica is the perfect woman for that. She's selfless, attentive, loves me, and wants a family. She desires everything she couldn't have growing up in an orphanage. "Ian Wolf, you've got a stupid grin on your face.” "Screw you, today will be perfect.” I smiled. I look at my best friend, right-hand man, and also my best man, Fernando. He pats my shoulder with a smile. "Ian! It's late, sweetheart." My mother, Selene Wolf, enters wearing her finest attire. "You look beautiful." I planted a kiss on her cheek, and she scanned me appreciatively. "You look divine, my love,” she sighs. "Veronica is lucky!” I shook my head. "I'm the lucky one to have her." I wink at her. She shook her head. Although she didn't initially like Veronica, she managed to win over the reserved Selene Wolf. And now they get along very well. "Your father is ready, and we should arrive before the bride." "Then let's not keep my future wife waiting." We left the Wolf house where the tent for the celebration is already set up, bustling with staff coming and going. The church where the ceremony will take place isn't far, and I decide to take my Aston and drive myself to the venue. On the way, I can't help but think about the step I'm about to take. However, a part of me tells me that maybe I'm rushing things. I shook my head, then I got out of the car and greeted some guests. Being part of a family like mine, it's common to see different personalities from Seattle. Our family owns the Wolf Group, dedicated to the extraction and trade of diamonds. For generations, we've dominated the market, and with my father's retirement, Roger Wolf, last year, I've taken over the helm. My goal is to make it big. After greeting some people, the wedding organizer took me to the room where I'll be more comfortable and have a drink with my father and my best man. My father and Fernando accompany me to this place. Dad opens a bottle of champagne. "I'm happy about the decision to start a family." He handed me a glass. "I know, but mom isn't a hundred percent sure." He nods. "I know. But she knows that in this life, you have to do what must be done." Fernando rolls his eyes. "I think it's too soon." I ignored his comment and instead, raised my glass. "To Veronica, my future wife and mother of my children!" "Here's to that," Dad echoes. Although they see me calm, I'm dying of anxiousness, and it increases when the organizer informs me that Veronica is already in the church. My hands are sweating so I took two more glasses before standing up. "Where are you going?" "To take a walk down the aisle." "Veronica is already here." I look at my friend. "I won't be long." With that, I left and walked through the maze that is the church's private rooms. My thoughts wander. I'm about to start a new life. Veronica deserves everything from me. A smile tugs at my lips, and I'm about to turn back when a moan catches my attention. I take one more step, and the sound repeats, making me stop in my tracks. "Who in their right mind is fooling around in a church?” I shook my head. I'm about to leave when a new moan is heard, and the hairs on my neck stood up. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I head towards the sound. "Could it be one of the guests having a secret love affair?" I stop outside the door furthest from the rooms and I put my hand on the handle and open it carefully, only to be left speechless at the scene. Veronica is lying on a desk, wearing her wedding dress, which is wrinkled up her hips, and her legs are wrapped around the waist of a man I can't see, as his face is buried in her neck and lost in the veil. "Yes!" she hisses abandonedly. "Don't stop!" What the hell?! She pants, and the man grunts something inaudible. That's when I straighten up. "If you want, I can come back later." My voice is harsh and clear. Veronica chokes a scream as she realizes my presence. My gaze is always focused on her, who looks at me with a pale expression. "Ian!" She struggles with her dress. And I didn't respond. I turn around and walk towards the nearest door. "Ian! Darling, wait, it's not what you think." I snorted. "Really?" I stop, and her dark eyes look at me, filled with tears. "Tell me something, did he just fall on top of you and stick his d**k in without you noticing?" She shook her head. "I love you." I laugh. An empty laugh. "I can see that," I retort sarcastically. "Have some dignity! I just found you with a man f*****g before our wedding." "It's not like that..." "Not?" I interrupt. "Then, the person I saw inside wasn't you?" I'm about to lose my s**t and make a scene. But I'm not the kind of man who likes to do that. "Ian..." "You're a damn liar!" I pull away when she grabs my arm, shaking me roughly. I take a step forward and loom over her, looking at her seriously. "Go out there and explain to them why there's no wedding." She cried. With that, I left and got into my sports car, I left that damn church. I'm barely aware of my actions, and when my phone rings, I pick it up before tossing it onto the passenger seat. The same seat where I planned to take my wife to the reception and enjoy the beginning of a new life. I hit the steering wheel with anger. I feel so mad. Frustrated. Betrayed. "Damn you!" I shouted as I stepped on the accelerator and entered one of the city's main avenues. "Damn liar," I whisper as the sound of a horn startles me, and I barely notice the car beside me that crashes into me. I feel my body numb and I tried to open my eyes, however it's almost impossible. Everything hits me suddenly. The wedding. Veronica is cheating on me. The accident. "What..." "Ian!" My mother's voice fills the room. "Roger, call the doctor." "Is she crying?" I opened my eyes and found that I can only see through one eye. I brought a hand to my face only to feel some kind of bandage. "Don't touch it, sweetheart." I look around and realize I'm in a hospital room. "What happened?" "You had an accident in your car after leaving the church... four weeks ago." "What?" Shock runs through me. The door opens, and a doctor enters followed by my father. "It's good to see you awake, Mr. Wolf." I didn't respond, I simply had no words. The man examines me while I continue to think about my mother's words. Four weeks. I look at my leg, which is in a cast. "Why is my face covered?" "You have a wound that we want to keep safe," he replies somewhat uncomfortably. "A nurse will come in a moment to take it off, so we can take a look." "I want to see. Now." "You'll see it soon. In the meantime, I want you to rest, and in a couple of hours, they'll come for you to take you for some tests," he sighs. "You were lucky, Ian." With that, he left us alone. "Listen to what he says," my mother whispers. The door opens for a second time, and an unwelcome figure enters. "Ian, God! Are you okay?" Veronica rushes to me, but I stop her. "Your audacity is impressive." "Ian..." "Get out of here!" She shook her head. "What's going on, Ian?" "Haven't you told them?" Her eyes widened, shaking her head pleadingly. "Please!" Is she really asking for mercy? My mother looked at me. It seemed like she didn’t understand what's happening. “I left the church because I found my shining future wife f*****g another man in one of the church rooms." Mom gasps, Veronica now screams, and dad just shakes his head. "What? Now you're offended when you've been a complete..." "Shut up!" she screams. "Don't yell at me!" "Sir, you're in the hospital." A woman in a blue uniform enters. Her blue eyes silently observe me, and I could almost swear I see pity in her gaze. She clears her throat. "I need to dress Mr. Wolf's wound. So, I ask you to leave." "Get the hell out of here, Veronica! You don't even deserve to look me in the face." "You have to listen to me." "You've already heard it. It's better if you leave." Dad's tone is harsh. Veronica raises her chin before leaving with big strides. While Dad follows her with mom, leaving me with the nurse. The woman approaches with the tray and places it on the table beside. Then her clumsy hands open the gauze. She reaches out and picks up some thin scissors. "You're not getting anywhere near me with those shaky seventy-year-old hands." "Excuse me?" She inquires in a mix of disbelief and offense. "Yes, your pulse is crap, and I don't want you stabbing my face." She glares at me. "Mr. Wolf, I need to clean your wound." I looked at her name tag. "Miss Bennett. I said no." "You know, for a patient who was on the verge of death, you're not being very grateful." I opened my eyes at her words. "Tell me something..." "Brooke," she spits. "Brooke, who asked for your opinion?" "Tell me something, Mr. Wolf," her tone is cocky. "Are you going to let me clean the wound and relieve the unpleasant sensation you must be feeling right now, or are you going to keep talking and insulting me?" "You're being unprofessional." "You're being stubborn and hindering my work." I don't respond, I just stay still so she can do her job. With more delicacy than I thought and without hurting me, she cuts the bandage on my face, and finally, I can blink. Although she tries to hide it, I see the surprise on her face. I tense up. "Does it look that bad?" She clears her throat. "I..." "Bring me a mirror," I ordered seriously. "I need to clean it." "Bring me the damn mirror." She mutters before taking a deep breath. Her blonde hair moves in her ponytail, and her blue eyes look at me seriously. "Let's do something, I'll clean it, and then I'll tell the doctor you want to see it," she hesitates. "The wound is somewhat red." I curse under my breath when she approaches again to clean. I keep my eyes closed. "It's done." Then she took her things. When I saw her leave, frustration consumed me, and I decided to face the music. With some difficulty, I stood up and wobbled a bit, but I refused to stop. I drag my leg with the cast and enter the bathroom then turn on the light and blink, adjusting to it. I approach the mirror above the sink and find a gauze covering my face. I take it and pull it off in one go. My eyes are fixed on the horrible wound, thick and red, crossing the left side of my face. "I'm a damn monster!" Anger surges within me, and before I realize it, I curse, hitting the mirror, which shatters as my hand bleeds. My leg gives out, and I fall. "Mr. Wolf!" The woman who attended to me enters the bathroom and looks at the scene. Pathetic, Ian. You're pathetic. I repeat to myself in silence as I breathe unevenly. Her blue eyes looked at me with horror before she took a towel and wrapped my hand. "It's deep," she whispers. "Not deeper than the wound on my face," I retort dryly. She looks at me carefully. "You'll see how you'll feel better soon." "Brooke, right?" She nods. "Well, let me tell you this, nothing will make me feel better from now on."