The Bilionaire's Secret Son

Chapter 8

Donna

Dominic had a high fever, and I didn't know where the hospital was, so I had to turn to Ella. Without hesitation, I called her.

"Forgive the late hour, but my son has a very high fever, and I can't leave him here. I need to take him to the hospital, can you help me?" It was almost two in the morning, and here I was, reaching out to a stranger.

"Why didn't you call me sooner? Should I come pick you guys up?" Sometimes I think Ella is an angel disguised as Jess.

"My goodness, I don't even know how to thank you for this."

I have a car and could have used GPS to get there, but I'm not that good with directions, and I was afraid I might not make it in time or take the longest route. Ella arrived quickly and got in promptly.

"'I'm sorry for interrupting you, I didn't know who else to turn to," I said, hearing her laugh as she opened the door for us to get out.

Dafne was at her house, so I had no one else to rely on when I realized Dominic was getting worse.

"I already told you I've taken a liking to you? I don't know... but your son reminds me of Mikhail, he has the same look and..."

"It must be just a coincidence, I'm sure of it." I didn't even have time to notice, but he really does. Dominic looks like him; looking at some photos of him on websites, I see that Jess will freak out when she sees this.

We arrived at the hospital, and Dominic was seen quickly; it didn't take long for him to receive the diagnosis, and it was just a persistent fever that could be treated at home. We were on our way back home when Ella decided to vent.

"I'm glad you're liking it; it's been a long time since I really took a liking to someone in that company. Cristina makes a point of making everyone's life hell and forcing them to quit; no one can stand that woman except for me. And if you're going to side with her, know that I'll dislike you too."

"I don't think I can afford to quit, no matter what demon I have to face to keep this job. And you can be sure I'll never ally with that woman." I felt a surge of indignation take over me, unnecessarily elevating my stress levels.

While we were on our way, Ella was always talking about her romances that never worked out and how she hadn't been in a relationship for some time, not much different from me. We arrived, and I put Dominic to bed and invited her to have tea; the night was cold, and luckily we didn't catch the snow that was starting to fall.

"What's Dominic's relationship like with his father? We talked so much, and you didn't mention that." I looked awkwardly, and she immediately apologized. "I'm sorry, sometimes I can't keep quiet."

"No, that's not a problem. The truth is, I got pregnant accidentally. I was at a party with my friend, and a handsome guy showed up; we were interested in each other and ended up sleeping together that night. A few weeks later, I found out I was pregnant." I gave a brief summary; I don't like to lie, but I also don't need to give so many details.

"Wow, I don't know if that was lucky or unlucky, but one thing's for sure: you'll always have the man of your life by your side." That's a fact; Dominic will never hurt me or break my heart, as others have done before.

"That's exactly it. Apple or mint?" I referred to the tea; although it's not what I like, I have to adapt to things around here now.

"Apple, please!"

We served ourselves and sighed together; there were so many things I wanted to say to Mikhail, but I'll have to suffer in silence until the day I earn his trust to talk about it. Damn! It could be anyone but him. How can a one-night passion affect my feelings so much like this? It's unfair, and I don't know how to deal with having to handle it, but I'll have to learn.

Mikhail

"The new administrator is very young and has a child, Mikhail." Cristina knew everything that happened in the company but didn't have permission to give orders. "What's her name again? Donna Hardin? Such a poor name..."

"Let's drop that, Cristina? Your damn voice is annoying as hell, and if today I could have one wish come true, I'd want you to disappear. Evaporate and go to hell." I shouted loudly, impatient and angry with her ridiculous outbursts. "For me, this engagement thing is over; we haven't even married, and you're free to move on with your life without bothering me."

My day was crap; I found out my partner has been stealing from me for over a year, and I don't know what to do. That's the real reason I'm at sea; I didn't have time to meet the new administrator, and we have to have a good relationship, even though her face is familiar to me.

"What are you saying? Have you gone crazy? You're not getting rid of me like this, so easy. My dad can put you in jail. He's super rich, and you know that."

"Your father is a fudido, just like you are. Your family's shares were invested; your father signed a contract with me where he transferred everything to my name in exchange for a large loan. Besides, I'm a billionaire, not rich, Cristina."

"So..." She sat on the couch and put her hand over her mouth, speechless and without any action. "Are you serious?"

"You've always been a shallow woman. Beautiful, but shallow. I gave you a chance, and thank God I didn't marry you; imagine having to act you for the rest of my life would be tortuous." I poured myself a whiskey, took off the engagement ring, and placed it on the bistro next to me.

"You can sleep in the guest room tonight; tomorrow when you come back from work, I don't want to see you here anymore." It felt like I was getting rid of a heavy burden.

"Mikhail, you can't do this to me. I have nowhere to go; I didn't know what my dad did, I..."

"You have your publishing house, and as you've often repeated to me, your father is rich, and you don't need me or my money. You can keep my ring; you can sell them and get some money from them."

I headed to the home bar in the basement of the house, and there I locked myself in. There are so many things driving me crazy; I have so many doubts, and I don't even know where to start to stop all this.