The CEO's Contract Wife has Triplets

Episode 3: Unplanned Consequence

Sophia pov

I should not have kissed him.

I should never have succumbed to those competing feelings, which culminated in a fleeting but frantic yearning to feel alive. But it happened. It changed everything.

Lucas and I had a furious dispute for the second time. Over anything little, something tiny. Various points of view evolved regarding our fictitious marriage and how I should conduct myself during media appearances. My worn-out performance ended because Lucas continued to exhibit his cold conduct until I reached my breaking point.

You assume you can organize things according to your preferences. Standing up from the couch in his penthouse became a moment of intense rage in my body. "So, guess what? I am not your pawn.

I do not owe you anything.

Lucas' gaze narrowed. Sophia, according to the contract you signed with me, you are now my responsibility. You do owe me. "Everything you own is mine."

Those remarks ignited my emotions. Anger, embarrassment, and a lack of control began to flood out of me.

I informed him angrily that he was repulsive. You believe I am an item at your disposal.

He grabbed my wrist and began approaching me without my permission. He answered with a deep voice. His grasp on my arm was so firm that it almost injured me.

My pulse raced, yet a great force overtook me completely.

After some time apart, he brushed his lips on mine.

Our interactions lacked warmth and kindness. We expelled our fully restrained tension with a fierce and passionate onslaught. His grip on my hair drew us together, and we crushed our lips furiously against one another. Without worry, I let my life fall further. When he kissed me, I felt an overwhelming want to drown.

Our desire grew into wild and unrestrained behavior. Our nude bodies made touch as we pulled off our garments, and the legal arrangement pressed down on my chest. The overwhelming heat we felt swept away whatever protective barriers we both tried to put up.

At that moment, I was just a regular lady craving intimacy and lost on this guy companion I couldn't understand.

At sunrise, the freezing sunlight cast a mysterious spell on all it touched. I awoke in Lucas's bed, the bedclothes wrapped around me, and an electrifying sensation lingered on my skin from our night together.

But Lucas had already gone.

After waking up, I clutched the blanket cover while my emotions battled with wrongness and despair. It'd been a mistake. An impetuous and irresponsible error.

I studied the room, forgetting the events of the previous night. I should've known better. He never allowed emotional attachments in his life. His reaction to me became something I denied myself the misery of feeling.

That experience changed me on the inside.

What happened was more than just a physical reaction; it affected my entire being. The buried part of me craved an intense experience, and recognizing desire allowed it to surface temporarily.

The opening of a door jolted me out of my thoughts. He entered in formal attire, his face expressionless. Instead of meeting my stare, he focused his attention elsewhere. The unexpected experience faded away as if it never happened.

He talked to me in a nasty tone. "We have things to discuss."

I felt anguish within as I forced myself to get out of bed and avoid looking at Lucas. He began putting on his cufflinks, oblivious to what we had just done.

I could not look at him. Not now. Not after all.

So I did what I had always done. I buried my emotions. I confined all of those feelings to a tight location to keep them out of sight.

Time passed, but the anguish from that night lingered as thick as a boulder in my digestive system. Our growing gap became evident even though none of us wanted to admit what truly happened between us.

One day, I found out I was pregnant.

One day, I experienced frequent nausea as well as chest tightness. I assumed it was stress. The weight felt like a normal reaction of my body to mental stress.

After taking the test, my life came to a full halt as I noticed two clear pink lines.

Pregnancy.

The knowledge seemed like a death sentence to me. I wasn't prepared for this. I couldn't be prepared for this.

The reality struck me hard as if winter had returned. I was pregnant with Lucas’s child.

My modest abode became a stage for my agitated movements as my mind swirled with worry. Fear. Panic. Anger. All of it. How do I inform him about this? He could never find out. I couldn't tell him. He wouldn't care.

My living condition made it hard to keep the baby. Lucas would never allow it. This would seem like an unwelcome challenge to him. I needed to keep the mistake I made secret because I didn't want Lucas to disrupt our lives with his likely reaction.

So I made my choice. I'll handle this matter on my own. My primary purpose remains to protect my family and advance towards my future ambitions. Before making a strategy, I'd conceal my pregnancy from everyone, even Lucas.

Lucas's behavior had been odd in previous days. The first indications were tiny acts of kindness performed unexpectedly by Lucas that bewildered me. Every morning, he made coffee without my request. He shielded me against disparaging remarks from his coworkers but did not mention that I am his "contract wife."

He appeared less like himself, but I couldn't figure out why.

When Lucas came and gave me a hard, unwavering gaze as I was sitting on his couch in the penthouse, I kept my secret to myself. His look made me uneasy, and I wanted to hide my secrets.

He saw my changed conduct and spoke to me softly.

I froze, my heart racing. "What do you mean? I wanted to appear casual, so I asked my query.

He narrowed his eyes. "You are not talking. You are not yourself. What is happening, Sophia?"

I suppressed a grin to have him drop the issue. "I am fine." Just exhausted. "It has been a long week."

He did not buy it. As we spoke, his glance revealed his doubts. I stood to get my items, not allowing him to continue.

I walked directly to my bedroom, adopting an anxious tone.

As I approached the exit, I noticed him staring at me from behind. He remained vigilant for any indication of what he hoped to see.

I couldn't tell him. Not now.

Each evening, I left the luxury penthouse earlier than planned, owing to my active thoughts about the developing fetus. The physical and mental burden compelled me to seek an immediate escape from this problem. I needed to go. I needed an exit route since my circumstances were going to unravel.

When the situation grew intolerable, I decided to leave Lucas' apartment.

During my search, I discovered a clinic on the internet and decided to come for assistance. I had to complete this on my own.

When I walked into the building, I noticed someone monitoring my back.

When I turned back, I noticed the person behind me but couldn't tell what his mood was.

He'd followed me.

As I stood there, someone approached me from the front desk and chatted. Miss Green, your health remains well throughout your pregnancy.

I froze.

Lucas began staring at me as he caught my attention. He clenched his fists and focused his gaze on me to express his uncertainty.

What did I do?

He was hiding an unknown secret from me. I feared that the approaching moments would cause much more harm.

The secret had been disclosed, and I realized I needed to confront reality.