The Billionaire's Hidden Wife

Rachel’s POV

“Mr. Morgan! I’m pregnant!” I shouted in the midst of two lovers. I had no choice but to do this. I needed the man who gave a speech today in the middle of the party, facing the sophisticated woman. I think it was an engagement party right now, but I just entered without permission. I found an excuse. Whatever I said to the guard, he just let me in.

Christopher Morgan was the father of the one I was carrying in my belly, and I had no other way for my future son and me to live. Only he could help us.

I was only seventeen, and no one accepted me for a job because I was underage and had not finished high school yet. I came up with this plan to help my baby and me with the man who got me pregnant. I was also very tired of my aunt mistreating me, and they even kicked me out.

There was a commotion outside the mansion near the swimming pool. Everyone was looking at me. Besides, I realized that what I did was wrong. Why did I scream? Couldn’t I talk to the man who got me pregnant secretly?

They were all waiting for me to continue what I had to say.

“Excuse me, Miss! You’re just ruining my daughter’s engagement party!” the elderly man said on my right.

I closed my eyes to gather courage. “I-I’m pregnant, and he’s the father!” I pointed to the man in front of the beautiful woman. His smile was replaced by surprise, and he raised his eyebrows at me.

The man received a crisp slap from the beautiful woman. I was here, having committed a sin, so I would face the consequences. I hadn’t planned to say this in the middle of the engagement party, but it suddenly came out. Maybe it was my hunger that made me lose control. Besides, I was here.

I had made my way to get in here so that I wouldn’t miss this opportunity again. I came in alive, so even if it was embarrassing and hurt the woman in front of the man—the father of my baby—I still did it. I was so selfish. Was it selfish of me to want a good life for my future child?

“How could you do this to me, Christopher? How?” The man received a series of slaps from his fiancée.

I was stunned. I felt guilty at that moment. I shouldn’t have shouted it out and said it publicly.

His fiancée ran and stopped in front of me, glaring at me. “You two deserve each other!” she screamed in my face.

“Kristy!” The man chased after her but stopped in front of me as well. I couldn’t look at him because of what I had done. I had ruined their engagement party.

“Are you happy with what you did? You ruined the party! You ruined everything! I don’t even know you! Who are you? How can I get you pregnant if I don’t know you?” he asked mockingly, observing my expression. I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, he was no longer in front of me. I saw him running and chasing his fiancée.

My vision suddenly went dark. Fortunately, someone supported me. “Are you all right?” a kind elderly lady asked, caressing my hand. She continued to support me.

I was dizzy and didn’t have the energy to answer her question. Until my vision completely blacked out.

***

“RACHEL, come here!” Daisy waved at me. We were wearing hotel uniforms. Daisy managed to borrow a uniform because we gate-crashed her brother’s stag party.

We had cut classes just to be gatecrashers at a stag party. To avoid being noticed, we wore hotel uniforms. Daisy and I pretended to be hotel staff.

The two of us talked about coming here to her older brother’s stag party, which I had wanted for a long time. He was ten years older than us. While I was seventeen and Daisy’s older brother was twenty-seven.

I don’t know what went through Daisy’s mind when she wanted me to seduce her older brother. She said she wanted me to marry him and not the girl Declan wanted to marry.

I had desired Declan for a long time. I had admired him since elementary school. But every time I confessed to him, he would say that I was still young, that I still had a lot to learn.

I was annoyed by what he kept saying, so tonight, Daisy and I came up with a plan to prevent Declan’s marriage from happening.

Seducing him was one of our plans.

Realizing it was quiet, Daisy approached me and whispered, “Drink this to give you courage.” She handed me a wine glass. I had no reservations about drinking it.

“Are you sure you want to give your virginity to Brother?” she asked again, maybe finding it hard to believe.

I nodded.

She came to me again. “Here’s the key. Go to Brother’s room now.” She seemed thrilled, smiling. Finally! Tonight, Declan would be mine.

She made me drink alcohol again. I felt a little dizzy, but I could still walk fine. My vision was slightly blurry, but manageable. I could make it to Declan’s room without difficulty.

Excitedly bidding Daisy goodbye, I headed towards her older brother’s room. The wine had filled me with courage. Although my vision was spinning and slightly blurred.

I turned the doorknob, and the door opened immediately. It wasn’t locked. The room was also dark. I entered and locked the door behind me. I approached the bed. The only light came from the lampshade, providing enough illumination for me to see Declan sleeping soundly in bed, shirtless and face down. He seemed very drunk.

I sat down and started moving closer to Declan. I began to remove his pants. My breath hitched as I took off his pants completely. I even removed the rest of his covers. What I saw made me gasp. Oh god! It’s huge even while he’s sleeping.

He moaned when my hand touched his abs. It was difficult to suppress my excitement, but I managed. I couldn’t help but stare at his abs, avoiding his face.

I positioned myself on top of him and slowly removed my own covers. With closed eyes, I attempted to insert his erect member inside me.

“Ah! Shit! It hurts!” I nearly screamed as it entered me. It felt like my bones were breaking at that moment.

Once I could breathe and the pain subsided slightly, I started moving slowly on top of him. “Oohh...” I heard him moan. My eyes widened as he grabbed my waist, squeezing it firmly. He held onto my waist as I leaned forward. “Ahh...” I murmured.

“Aahh...shit! Who are you?” he asked, grunting. I didn’t answer, just continuing to move on top of him. He didn’t ask further.

It felt good. Declan would be mine forever. He would be mine forever once he got me pregnant. That was all I could think of as I continued moving on top of him.

I opened my eyes. I was still drowsy, but I forced them open to see Declan’s handsome face. I glanced at him, my eyes widening when I realized Declan wasn’t beside me on the bed. I didn’t know who he was, but he was incredibly attractive. I swallowed hard as my gaze traveled down his rather hairy chest, stopping at his Adam’s apple. My vision descended further. I closed my eyes. Oh god! What a fool I had been.

I got off the bed and quickly gathered my scattered covers, hastily putting them back on. Fortunately, he hadn’t woken up yet. He never saw my face.

Before leaving the room, I stole another glance at him, memorizing his handsome face.

Who was that man?

I hurriedly entered the elevator, thankfully encountering no one. The only thing I was certain of was that he was Declan’s friend. But who was that man? I had given my virginity to the wrong person.

Where was Daisy?

I shook my head as I exited the building and hailed a taxi.

“Girl, you’re still young, and you’re coming out of that hotel in the early morning,” the taxi driver remarked, sounding gossipy.

I didn’t say anything. I took out my cellphone from my bag. I was in trouble with Mama again for not returning home early in the morning. They were probably looking for me.

My cellphone was filled with missed calls and text messages.

I opened Daisy’s text first. “Enjoy! Rachel! Ciao! I’ll wait for you tomorrow at school. Tell me what happened.” I wanted to smile, but I couldn’t because I had given my virginity to the wrong man.

Next, I opened a stranger’s text because it wasn’t in the phonebook on my cellphone.

I read its text. “Are you the daughter of Ivy and Patrick James? We are sorry to inform you that your parents and brother are gone. They were affected by the fire here in Manhattan.” My hands trembled as I read the text. Tears flowed down my face, and my cellphone slipped from my shaking hand.

“N-no...”

“Girl, are you okay there?” the taxi driver asked me. I cried incessantly. “Mama, Papa!” I whispered through tears.

The taxi driver looked bewildered.

“Please, hurry, sir! I need to get home,” I cried out.

I felt a wave of depression as I gazed upon our house reduced to ashes. The pain I felt was suffocating.

While I had been having fun last night, my family had been going through a tragedy.

If only I had known, Mama, Papa! Forgive me! If only I had known this would happen. I wish I had come home yesterday.

I knelt in front of our house, unable to believe what had transpired. I hoped it was all just a dream. Please, let it be a dream.

I can’t do it! I can’t lose my family. My brothers are still young. Forgive me!

“Rachel! Where are you from? Why are you here now? The bodies of your parents and siblings are already in the morgue!” Matilda Rowe shouted at me.

I remained on my knees, with no intention of getting up. I was sorry for what had happened and what I had done. Now I realized everything. Mama and Papa had worked hard to send me to school, and this was all I had repaid them. I had just skipped classes to attend the stag party of the guy I loved.

“Mama, Papa!” I shouted once again.

“Go to the morgue! Their bodies are already there. It’s up to you to decide what to do,” Matilda Rowe said, her words falling on deaf ears.

My mind went blank, and my eyes were blurry from crying. I didn’t wipe my tears. I let them fall and spread across my face.

Do I still deserve to live?

After my family was buried, I didn’t know where to go. It had been a few days since I had eaten properly. I couldn’t sleep either. I cried constantly, morning and night. I felt it was all my fault. I was guilty for what had happened.

My teacher called me, but I didn’t answer. I didn’t have the time or the means to study anymore. I didn’t have the money to continue my education. I had no shelter. I felt like a stray dog on the road.

I had just finished eating with our neighbors, who had taken pity on me and let me sleep at their house, when I overheard something from their children. So, I decided to leave on my own.

Two weeks passed. God showed me mercy and answered my prayers. I wished for a relative who would take me in.

Aunt Bethany took me to their house. She was a widow and had three sons. No women.

I had hoped she would treat me well, but she didn’t. They treated me like a servant. I endured it because I had nowhere else to go. Even though Aunt Bethany scolded me every day, I bore it. I had no choice but to endure. Even though it was hard, I could handle it.