The Billionaire’s Fake Wife and Unwanted Baby

Episode 3

“I hope you know what you are doing,” my mom said weakly in a raspy voice. She looked pale and frail on the hospital bed, hooked to various machines and tubes.

She was admitted to the hospital and was placed on proper care. A week ago, she couldn’t mutter a word but I was glad her health was improving now.

“Yes, mom. I really love him and I want to get married to him as soon as possible,” I lied, knowing that my mother would freak out if she knew that I was threatened to marry Ethan.

“If that’s what you say. And you said he paid for all of this?” She asked, looking around the room with a grateful expression. I nodded, feeling guilty for lying.

“Yes. Your hospital bills, house bills, food and drugs. Everything is sorted. He’s such a nice man,” I said, smiling weakly while squeezing her hands for reassurance.

“Okay, child. I give you my blessings,” she said with a smile and I thanked her. I felt bad that my mother wouldn’t attend my wedding, at least.

“You may kiss the bride,” the priest said, after chanting the marriage affirmations which I knew deep down we weren’t going to keep.

He had made me sign the contract in front of a lawyer, and I thought maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. I thought wrong.

I didn’t even know the date of my wedding until the supposed day, when a group of people barged into my house with a wedding dress and other accessories for me.

“He didn’t even have the decency to allow me to pick a wedding dress myself and actually prepare for this day,” I complained to one of the staff, frustratedly, while she flashed me a sympathetic smile.

“You have to brace yourself, ma’am. This marriage will be a bumpy one,” she said, and I froze. It was not as if I didn’t know, but I had a little bit of hope that we would work out someday.

Ethan leaned in for a kiss and I kissed him back. I felt sparks run through my entire body as his lips smashed mine. He tasted like coffee and mint, I could literally kiss him all day.

He squeezed his face like he tasted something bitter when he broke the kiss. I shot him a quizzical look.

What an i***t! He kissed me for close to three minutes, only to act like he didn’t enjoy it.

“So, what now?” I asked, running after him, clutching my wedding dress. He didn’t wait for the reception before he stormed off, after taking a phone call.

“Now, you are my wife. I will instruct the driver to take you to my house and your room. You don’t have to worry,” he said casually, as he walked away again. I stood there, watching his well-built figure leave.

Would I have to go through this from now on? I just got married and it felt like I had just been taken to prison.

I let out a loud sigh when his driver approached me, then we zoomed off to his house.

……

“f**k,” he groaned pounding deep into me. His hot breath danced across my neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses and playful hickeys all over.

Each of his thrusts was met with a soft moan of

pleasure that escaped my lips. s*x was by far the only thing I enjoyed about our marriage, and it happened often - very, very often.

He had a very high s*x drive and needed me to warm his bed every night. We were only months into our marraige and yet, I already felt like a literal s*x machine.

“Here we go,” he groaned seductively in my ears as I felt him grow larger inside me indicating that he had reached his peak. He started vibrating vigorously while I joined him in orgasm.

Afterwards, he collapsed beside me, both of us gasping for breath. I couldn't help but smile, biting my lip in satisfaction. He had a way of making me feel complete as a woman, despite his shortcomings in other areas.

He stood up and started getting dressed, his movements brisk and efficient. "What, you're leaving now?" I asked, surprised that he wasn't even tired enough to stay.

"I've got work to do, Lily," he said coldly, not bothering to look at me as he buttoned his shirt. I rolled my eyes.

I was already used to his cold and arrogant attitude, but I knew he had a soft spot for me. He rarely ever spent time to cuddle with me after s*x, but when he did, it was really peaceful. He would stroke my hair and whisper sweet nothings in my ear, making me feel like I was the only one for him.

"But it's 12 at night. Why don't you spend some time here with me, huh?" I asked, trying to be seductive. I wrapped the sheet around my body and leaned closer to him, batting my eyelashes. It was an epic fail, by the way.

He pushed me away gently and sighed. "How many times have I asked you not to make me repeat myself?" He thundered, shooting me a very stern glare that made me freeze.

“I'm sorry," I muttered lightly, lowering my gaze. I had almost forgotten. I wasn't important to him. The only time he was nice to me was when he was horny.

He grabbed his jacket and walked towards the door. "Don't wait up for me. I'll be back in the morning," he said, without a hint of emotion in his voice.

I kissed my teeth the moment he left my room and threw my pillow at the door out of annoyance. I hated this place and I wanted to leave!

I woke up the next morning to a loud bang at my door. Ethan walked in, looking like he was ready to go another round. I could almost gag.

I didn’t know if I was nauseous at the sight of him or if I was starting to come down with something.

I felt a sudden wave of nausea wash over me as I clutched my stomach. I rushed into my bathroom and started throwing up inside the sink. Oh no!

I rinsed my mouth and walked back into the room, feeling weak and dizzy. I saw him sitting on the bed, watching me with a concerned expression.

“What was that?” he asked, looking at me intently. I shrugged, trying to act casual.

“I probably had food poisoning,” I said, hoping he would buy it. But I knew there was more to it. I had missed my period last week and I had a feeling I knew why.

“Are you pregnant, Lily?” he asked, his tone rising in anger.

“What?! No! Of course not. I know your rules. No babies till the contract is over,” I said defiantly, meeting his gaze.

“Listen to me. It had better be food poisoning, okay?! I’ll go get you a pregnancy kit,” he said, getting up from the bed. He grabbed his coat and wallet and headed for the door. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back soon.”

He slammed the door behind him, leaving me alone in the room.

I collapsed on my bed and cupped my face in my hands. What was I going to do? He had specifically warned me that I should do everything I could to avoid getting pregnant for him. He didn’t want kids and he didn’t want to be responsible for anything related to me.

I had dutifully taken my contraceptives as prescribed, but they must have failed somehow. I silently prayed that it was just food poisoning. Imagine that!

He got back hours later with a kit and ordered me to go check. I grabbed it from his hands reluctantly and walked into the bathroom.

I peed into the little container and inserted the strip into it. I waited for what seemed like an eternity, watching the strip change color. My heart was pounding in my chest.

“Well? What does it say? Are you pregnant or not?!” he thundered from the room, making me jump.

I froze, looking at the strip.