The Billionaire's Secret Baby

Chapter One

“Make sure to turn in your essays before midnight, I'm not taking in any late submissions.” The professor yelled in front of the class as we all packed up our stuff to leave.

It was a Friday afternoon and the last class of the day, so everyone was excited to start their weekend, and I was too since Matteo, my boyfriend, wanted to take me on a surprise weekend trip for our one year anniversary.

I had been working in the library when he came to return a book, and we've been inseparable ever since although I have no idea what he sees in me. After all, I'm just a foster home child who happened to bag a scholarship at one of the best universities in the state and he's the heir to a huge company.

Leaving the hall, I was surprised to see Matteo leaning against a wall, and a smile split my face as I walked towards him.

“Hi,” I sighed breathily, but the smile slipped from my lips as I stared up at his face.

“Babe, what's wrong?” I asked, taking a tentative step towards him and reaching out to touch his arm, but he flinched back like, stepping away from the wall and glaring at me.

“You really thought you could play me for a fool, hug?”

What!? What was he talking about?

“What are you talking about?” I asked, voicing my thoughts. People were beginning to gather around us, smelling a scene, and the last thing I wanted was a public argument, especially when I had no idea what I did wrong.

“Don't act like you don't know what you've been doing behind my back.” Matteo sneered at me. The look in his eyes was downright terrifying.

“Matteo…whatever it is, can we go talk about it at home?” I had no idea what was going on, but I could already feel a lot of eyes on us. I needed to figure out a way to calm him down so that we could discuss this in private instead of arguing in front of the entire school.

But I could already see that my words weren't getting to him. Whatever it was, he had already convinced himself that I was guilty of it, and the way he was staring at me coldly sent shivers down my spine.

“Now you want to go discuss it in private? You can cheat on me without any consideration to how I feel but you want me to consider your feelings?”

My brain came to a screeching halt as I Matteo’s words kept ringing in my head. Cheating? Me? What was he talking about? I could barely breathe, and it felt like the walls were closing in around me. It didn't help that I couldn't hear the murmurs from the crowd that had gathered around us.

“She cheated on Matteo? Such an ungrateful b***h…he deserves better…I heard she's poor as dirt…bitch…cunt…greedy whore.”

I could hear the voices in the crowd already judging me, but they didn't hurt as much as the look on Matteo's face. He was staring at me in disgust, his anger clearly visible on his face. I had never seen this expression on his face before, and I could already feel my eyes filling up with tears.

“Cheat…what are you talking about, Matteo? What do you mean I cheated on you?” I had to steel myself to stop my voice from shaking.

“Don't play the pity card, you know what you did. What were you thinking, that I would never find out? That you could get away with using me for my money? I should have known you were shameless, I can't believe I let you deceive me for so long.”

“This has to be a huge misunderstanding.” I said, shaking my head in denial. I wanted to believe that this wasn't real, that this was a dream that I'll wake up from anytime soon. My world was crumbling around me and I could only stand by and watch it fall apart, helpless to do anything about it.

“I have no idea what you're talking about, I did not cheat on you.” I screamed at Matteo, tears finally pouring down my eyes as I stared at him and begged him to believe me.

He stared back at me for a while, his eyes roving around my face, and for a second I hoped, prayed that he's going to see that I was telling the truth, but he sighed deeply and put his hand inside his pocket, bringing out his phone.

“I was hoping it wouldn't come to this. I was hoping you would at least have a little shame left in you to acknowledge your mistake, but it seems I was wrong about you.”

After a few seconds of tapping, he stared at his phone for a while, a myriad of emotions playing across his face. Hurt, anger, and sorrow…I had no idea what he was staring at, but I already knew that it was something I did not want to see, something that would make this situation already worse.

“Here you go. Since you claim not to know what you did, maybe this will help you remember.”

With shaky hands, I slowly reached out and took the phone from him, and I gasped in horror as I stared at the screen. It was a picture of two people in bed. They were under the sheets, but it was obvious what was going on. The guy's body was on the girl, and you could clearly see her legs wrapped around him.

The girl's face was clearly visible, her hair was splayed around the bed, her eyes squeezed shut and lips open in pleasure, but I had no idea who the guy was since his face was buried in her neck.

But as disturbing as the photo was, that wasn't the worst thing about it. The worst thing about the picture is that the girl in the photo looked just like me.