BILLIONAIRE FAMILY CONTRACT.

CHAPTER 4. Sophia's POV.

In a world where myths and fictions are put into consideration, estimation of over 2% of the world’s population are said to be unlucky. It doesn't matter what they become in life, whom they come across and who they end up with, they will always be unlucky. Out of the said 2%, with 0.5% of this population claiming to make Los Angeles a home. I'm fortunate or unfortunate to be part of this 0.5%.

I am Sophia Summers, I'm 28 years of age and the first child of my family with two brothers in the university (Blair and Felix), I’m a single mom to a wonderful set of twin (Andre and Andria) and we all stay with my mom who was diagnosed with Arthritis few years ago after the death of my dad.

I'm the breadwinner of my family and I do my best to make sure everyone is provided for, I work in Sweet Tooth Bakery as a baker during the day and at night I work in Lighthill's Restaurant as a Sous chef.

I graduated as a Pastry Chef in New York and my dream is to open my own Pastry Store but it's still a dream.

I’ve always considered myself unlucky when it comes to life but I get by, I wake up in the morning with a smile on my face and positive thoughts in my mind.

I was never one to be lucky when it comes to the game of love which I learnt in a hard way. I started dating when I was 16 but I wasn't enough and he couldn't wait till our wedding night so it lasted for just a year.

I met the father of my babies when I was 22 years old, I won't claim to be the prettiest lady out there but I can never be passed by without a second glance, I have a jet black shoulder length full and bouncy wavy hair, my gray shiny eyes, always smiling full pink lips with a button nose are another attribute of mine that makes me qualify as a pretty lady also.

I was so in love with Sam that I overlooked whatever it is he does, he wasn't a perfect man but he loved me the way a perfect man would, he was a very jealous, possessive and hothead man in his 30s when we started dating.

I was still in culinary school when we met and he was very supportive and pushed me to be better. I've always admired a relationship where the man is jealous and possessive so it was like a dream come true.

I was eager to dance to his tune and do whatever he said to please him. He was working as the security guard for a multimillionaire company and his pay was good.

Although my dad was against our relationship and my siblings would say he was too controlling because I wasn't allowed to have any male friends and I had curfews by him, I saw nothing wrong in the way he behaves. Maybe it's because I'm super submissive, I didn't need male friends and it was nice going home early.

Sam proposed to me when I was 24 years old and I gave myself to him that night because he was already my husband.

We got an apartment together in New York and I was in my final year of culinary school. Everything was perfect and I was over the moon, my family accepted him for my sake.

Things changed when we found out I was pregnant, I was happy to welcome a child into our lovely household but Sam wasn't. It started with a few arguments about not wanting the child to find out I was having a set of twins. I can still remember his expression and the pain I felt.

5 years ago …………………………

I just finished my ultrasound test, clutching the pictures in my hand as the sounds of my babies heartbeats ring in my mind, my joy knew no bounds.

I placed my hand on my still flat tummy, I was growing two lives at once in my tummy.

The ringing of my phone pulled me out of my thoughts. I took out my phone from my side bag to see the call from my mom with a bigger smile.

I answered the phone as I walked out of the hospital to make my way to my car that was parked in front of the hospital.

“How was your day, mom?”

“You know why I called, how is my grandchild?” Mom's voice calls out from the other side instead.

“You mean grandchildren.” I hinted smugly as I opened my car.

“Grandchildren, you are having more than one baby,” She said loudly.

“I'm having a set of twin mom,” I replied, taking a seat and starting the ignition.

“I'm happy for my dear, have you told Sam yet.” She asked.

I put my phone on speaker as I drove out of the park onto the road. “Not yet, I'm on my way home now to share it with him.”

“Drive safe and I love you.” She said before hanging up the call.

I wonder how Sam will feel when I tell him we are having twins, although he wasn't happy when I told him I was pregnant but I wish he will be when he finds out it's a set of twins, I always wished my first pregnancy would be a set. I guess wishes come through after all.

I drove for twenty minutes before I pulled into the apartment complex garage, I parked my car and made my way into the elevator pressing 3 on the keypad.

Our apartment is located on the third floor, it's the fourth apartment of the six apartments on the floor.

I opened the door, dropped my car and house key in the ceramic bowl by the entrance and removed my sneakers on the shelf the bowl was placed as I stepped into the apartment.

Our apartment isn't so big but it is conducive and alright for us, it is a two bedroom apartment and a comfortable sitting room with a single L-Shaped gray sofa placed before the the entrance of the kitchen and two single gray sofa placed before the entrance of the master bedroom, the sitting room has a 32 inches flat screen television sitting on the wall, a black center rug with a wooden center table placed on it in the center of the room.

The room itself is painted white, standing in the kitchen you have a perfect view of the kitchen with four barstool standing before a cabinet, we use them for eating then some high shelves for storing our foods, cereals and spices and a black refrigerator stands beside the four faced cooker.

The master bedroom is the first room you come across before you walk down the small corridor to the second room and the bathroom with toilet ensuite.

Sam was seated on the single sofa when I arrived, “I’m back from the hospital babe,” I whispered timidly.

“You’ve gone to remove the pregnancy right.” Sam requested not taking his eyes off the series of how I met your mother that was playing on the tv.

In surprise and shock I took my eyes off the TV to look at him properly “Remove?” I asked

“You are not deaf Sophia, we are not ready to have children just yet. I won't have a child take your love and attention away from me.” He shouted looking me dead in the eyes.

With fear, I swallowed the dry saliva in my mouth “but, I promised you last week that I would never love you less and I will always put you before our children.” I responded weakly.

We had this conversation when we found out I was pregnant, I understand he's feeling sad because he thinks I won't have his time or love him like I do now when our babies arrive, he's just scared of losing me and my affection to the children.

My brothers doesn't understand Sam, he might look scary and behave scary but he's just a baby who wants love and care, he doesn't like sharing what he holds dear.

“Children, do you think after this is removed you would be allowed to ever become pregnant again?” He sneered madly.

I won't be allowed to have children again, “what do you mean by that?” I asked him timidly.

“My love, you know I love you more than life itself and I don't ever want to share you with anybody, isn't that why we agreed that you won't go back to Los Angeles after school?” He sweetly joined me on the L-Shaped sofa as he pulled me into a side hug and placed a kiss on my cheek.

This was the first time he was affectionate to me since I told him I was pregnant.

I'm someone who loves PDA and my love language is affection. I wasn't deprived of affection as a child but I think I love the tiny hugs, kisses and cuddles more than the s*x both privately and publicly.

I was getting carried away by his gesture and I was happy he was holding me but the sounds of my babies heartbeats during the ultrasound brought me back to my senses, he was going to take away the joy I felt because he wanted to be with me alone.

“But, we are having twins and I want to keep them.” For the first time in two years I had an opinion of my own, I wanted something Sam doesn't want and I voiced out.

“Twins?” He asked pulling away from me angrily

“Yes babe, twins. We don't know the s*x yet, but we will when we go together for my next ultrasound.” I explained to him gently, hoping he would say yes.

“There is no more ultrasound checkup for you and the s*x of the children are not necessary because we are terminating this pregnancy and after that your womb will be removed and tubes tied.” He shakes me angrily hoping to knock senses into me as he puts it.

“Why didn't I think of this before disvirgining you?” He asked himself.

“No, I won't be terminating this pregnancy and my tubes won't be tied, talkless of my womb being removed.” I told him firmly.

“I can see what is happening here, you already love them more than me, you don't love me anymore and they are not here yet.” He said sadly, looking away from me and staring ahead as he looked very sad.

“It's not that Sam, I would never love anyone that you.” I placed my hand on his shoulder using my other hand to guide his hand to my shoulder.

“Then, why can't you terminate the pregnancy for my happiness, don't you want me to be happy anymore.” He whispered into my ear dejectedly.

“I want you to always be happy Sam and these babies will make our home complete, what about after having these babies then we tie my tubes.” I negotiated.