The Billionaire’s Secretary Evil Plot

CHAPTER 4

Atticus had a tingly sensation in his stomach as he wondered how best to react to the ugly situation that was about to play out. He didn't want to break Isabella’s heart but, at the same time, he had to get a wife who could give him an heir.

Atticus didn't plan on keeping Ivy for long though. He bit his finger, wallowing in his thoughts. ‘It is only a three-year contract so Isabella should be patient enough for the time to elapse. I only want an heir, a male child who would run my empire when I am gone.’

He didn't want Isabella to feel bad though. He had a soft spot for her and didn't want to ruin the occasional s*x he got from her. It was the only thing keeping him going most of the time, but there she was staring at him with red furious eyes.

“What's wrong, eh? You can't talk now? You told me you found a good samaritan. You didn't tell me you were going to marry her,” she squeaked, jumping off her bed with her face still pale.

Ivy clenched her teeth. She couldn't help but wonder how ungrateful someone could be. She had just donated a huge amount of blood for her. She knew it must have been a huge amount because of how weary she felt. How could she not be appreciated?

She started to see that Isabella was close to Atticus and that they must have had an affair.

“Why don't you face me?” Ivy blurted out, pointing towards Isabella.

The nurses kept scornful faces as she talked. Why were they giving her such an intimidating look whenever she uttered her words? They didn't do the same when Isabella had the guts to challenge Atticus.

Ivy continued, ignoring the nurses’ death stares.

“Do you have a problem with me being his wife? What exactly is your business?”

For a moment, Ivy welcomed the idea of being Atticus’ wife.

Isabella was irritated with the sight of Ivy. She thought that she was on track to inherit Atticus’ wealth after convincing him of donating his life savings towards a life insurance package but there was this blonde b***h ready to foil her plan. She didn't care how the so-called marriage came about but she was ready to take her down.

“Are you stupid?” she interjected.

“Who are you to question me? Do you know how many years I have spent with Atticus as his backbone?” Her eyes were red with fury.

Atticus finally realizes the need to respond and avert an already ugly situation. “Calm, babe,” he uttered, giving Isabella a lustful smile.

For the first time, Atticus called Isabella his babe but she maintained a passive face.

“We are only married under a contractual agreement. Our marriage will end after 3 years.”

Ivy’s heart clenched at Atticus’ words. “Is that why you made my dad propose this useless marriage to me? You just want me to donate blood for your girlfriend? Why didn't you just leave us alone if you couldn't help us? What happens after 3 years of marriage?” Tears started streaming down her cheeks.

Atticus exhaled wearily, his voice low and softened. “Ivy, you ask too many questions. You have done well by donating your blood for Isabella and you will be rewarded with a position as sales manager at my company”.

“What!” Isabella interjected sharply, her eyes rolling.

“You want to bring this b***h to work with us?”

Isabella started feeling that her seductive influence on Atticus was waning gradually. Atticus was hers and hers alone, even if she couldn’t give him an heir. It's not her fault that her womb was damaged by an unfortunate incident that happened almost 10 years ago when she took harmful drugs prescribed to her by a fake abortionist.

Atticus tugged at Isabella’s cheeks as if trying to console her. “Yes, she will work with us. I don't want my wife to be a mere housewife. She might bear me a child too so I want to know that I can trust that the child is mine when it eventually happens”.

Isabella felt her chest tighten as Atticus’ words fell into her ears. Was she about to be replaced? All of Atticus’ employees knew that Isabella was the boss’s beloved darling and they wouldn't dare mess with her. They could only whisper and gossip in hushed tones.

“Don’t think I will ever be okay with this though but since you have made your decision, I will leave you to it,” Isabella huffed, biting her tongue softly.

It was a few days after the transplant and Ivy walked into her husband’s company looking as elegant as she could for her first day at work. A 24-year-old girl working as a sales manager in one of the best companies in the nation. Her pink heels matched her handbag and earrings as she left the elevator before cat walking down the office complex.

She could feel prying eyes lasering into her beautiful deep-blue gown and heads were turning subconsciously as they pretended to be focused on the desktop before them but she didn't mind. The floor was hers and she was ready to make the most of it.

Ivy walked up the second floor and the heads did not stop turning. She wondered how a designer's gown that Atticus got for her to wear on her first day at work would have so much influence on the attention she was getting. Or did they already know that she was married to Atticus? She had never gotten that kind of attention before and she soon increased the pace of her walking as her heart was beating a little faster.

Ivy started hearing voices in a hushed tone as she made her way to the third floor

“Is that not the boss's wife? Yes, yes, shhhh…”

“I heard she was Isabella’s donor to cure her disease. Eww, so embarrassing!”

“Only God knows what else she did to get the ring”

“Hahaha! Isabella finally got a competitor. I am so ready for this”

Ivy flared her nostrils in embarrassment as the hushed female voices made their way into her ears.

She tilted her head and her gaze met the co-workers, who were making gossip faces, scampering back to their seats as they saw her. “Shhhh, shuusssh!”

Ivy finally escaped the weird faces and turned heads that were already making her anxious. She remembered what Atticus told her about getting a passcode before being able to use her desktop. She reached the secretary’s desk to get her passcode but there was a problem. Isabella was the secretary. Coping in the same workplace as Isabella was always going to be a problem for Ivy.

“Good Morning,” Ivy uttered, her tone barely above a whisper.

Isabella crossed her leg sipping a cup of coffee with her face totally fixed on her screen as she ignored Ivy.

Ivy moved a few more steps.

“Isabella,” her voice was louder this time as she clasped her hands together anxiously.

Isabella still gave her a deafened ear and pressed on with her typing as a smirk made its way from the corner of her lips.

“Look, Isabella, I just need the passcode so that I can begin work. I’m sure you don’t want me here either so…..”

Ivy was cut short by the clank of a key that Isabella threw to the corner of her exposed office. Ivy could sense that it was the passcode because the key was attached to a cardboard which must have contained the information she needed.

Ivy exclaimed furiously but without challenging Isabella’s attitude, she made her way to the corner where the key was thrown, bent down, and took up the key.

Isabella’s face darkened with fury as she furrowed her eyebrows. She was expecting to see a more frustrated Ivy but there she was, walking away as she cleared her throat.

‘I will still get you though,’ Isabella reasoned inwardly.

Ivy was about to make her way out of Isabella’s office when her phone rang.

“Am I speaking with Ivy,” a husky voice made its way to Isabella’s ears

“Yes,” she responded hurriedly.

“Ma’am, the blood test sample you did yesterday shows that your hCG level is high”

Ivy exhaled hard into the air as she paused for a bit, wondering what the doctor meant.

“Ma’am this means you are pregnant,” the husky voice made its way into Ivy’s ears.

“Yaay!” Ivy screamed in excitement, slamming her feet to the ground continuously.

Isabella’s heart skipped and for a moment she felt as if she could not breathe because the doctor's words also got into her ears. ‘This can't be happening,’ she reasoned inwardly.

Her face reddened with anger as she intercepted Ivy, who was about to storm into Atticus’ office to deliver the good news.

Shoving Ivy to a corner, she warned. “You can't have this baby”

“You have seven days to do an abortion”.