SECRET BABIES FOR MY BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBAND

Stephanie's POV

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I walked down with the aisle alone. I gripped the bouquet tightly with both hands as I struggled to stay composed.

"Save me". I muttered internally to no one in particular. Walking down this aisle to the man who was standing there was like a straight forward road to a life of misery...to hell.

I didn't want this. This wasn't what I planned for myself, this wasn't the life I intended.

"Why did you have to leave father?". I whispered trying to control the flow of tears from my eyes. If father were alive, this wouldn't have happened. This wouldn't even be happening.

Now that he was gone, I was now supposed to pay back his loan on his behalf, but since I couldn't, I was bought off by the man he was owing. I was hurt but anger was slowly eating me up.

But then again, I thought back to my mother. If it wasn't for the money father had borrowed, mother's surgery wouldn't have taken place. I was glad the surgery was successful but now, the real problem came.

There was absolutely no money to pay back the loan father got from his boss so I had to marry him as a repayment.

This marriage was against me totally but good could still come out of it because mother's hospital bills would be paid by my supposed husband. Donald Harrison.

As I stood infront of the huge Harrison mansion after the wedding, I felt numb. I had been in a daze from the wedding ceremony up to this point.

"Ma lady?".

The voice of the butler brought me back to reality. I instantly turned to look at him and he had a small smile as he looked back at me.

"Right this way ma'am, I'll take you to your room".

He picked up my luggage and entered into the mansion with me trailing behind.

The mansion was enormous. It kind of looked similar to the palace back in the Victorian era. Not that I was born during that time but I saw pictures in books that I read.

Everything looked rather exquisite and expensive. There was even a lovely chandelier that hung at the center of the living room right before the stair case.

I marched up the stairs following the butler behind and we soon arrived in front of a door which I supposed was my room.

The butler put the key in place and opened the lock. He rolled my bags inside and came back out.

"Here is the key, ma'am". He said handing over a single key to me.

"My name is Sancho, and I will be at your beck and call".

"Umm, thank you, Sancho". I replied dryly after clearing my throat just a little.

He nodded his head just once and walked away, leaving me alone. I sighed and peered inside the room first before I stepped inside.

It was beautiful. I never had a room of my own because I was stayed with mum and dad in a single apartment.

I closed the door behind me and everything came downing on me.

"I have to be strong". I muttered, walking further into the room. "I have to be a strong girl for father and most especially mother".

I stopped abruptly and swallowed as tears welled up in my eyes.

I couldn't hold them back anymore as I fell to the tiled floor at once. I let the tears fall profusely and I didn't care. I cried away my sorrows, pain and hurt.

I shed tears because I was lonely, I shed tears because I was married against my will, I shed tears because father left mother and I alone in this world and lastly, because mother was still hospitalised.

I stopped crying after a while but still remained on the floor, allowing myself to wallow in the stream of my tears beneath me. I wanted to drown in the pain I was going through.

I thought about dying. At least I would be with father, but I thought against it because mother still needed me. I needed to be strong for her.

*Knock, knock*

The knock on the door brought me back to the sad reality I wanted to so badly escape from.

"Ma lady? It is Sancho".

"Oh!". I said getting up from the floor and wiping my tears. "I'll be right there". I tried to sound okay, I hoped my voice didn't give away anything.

I wiped my tears again but decided against going to the door. I simply zipped open my bag and started withdrawing my clothes from it.

"Come in, I'm a bit busy here". I said casually, dumping the clothes on the bed.

The door opened and Sancho walked in. He stood a few feet away from me.

"The boss sends a dinner invitation to you, he requests your presence".

"Hmm". I nodded slowly and kept on with what I was doing. After a few minutes, I heard the door open and close again.

I immediately turned and fell to the ground placing my back on the bed. I brought my knees and hugged them as I buried my head down. That began another round of tears.

*Knock, knock*

"Hmm...". I hummed low as I opened my eyes and took my head up. I didn't even realise I had slept off as I was.

The door flung open and Donald walked in. I quickly jolted up from the floor where I was seated.

"You...".

He started and closed the door pointing a finger at me.

I shook my head slowly and stepped back.

"Do-Donald". I stuttered. My heart was pounding profusely in my chest.

I heard him put the lock in place and I knew I was done for. As he strode across the room towards me, I kept on stepping backwards.

"So, a wife who refuses to honour her husband's dinner invitation".

"No,no, I...I forgot. I...I was just..."

"Don't you think it's rude? Wife?". He interrupted.

I swallowed and quickly nodded.

"It, it is". I agreed. That was the best option I had.

I saw a smirk appear at the corners of his lips as I reached a no-escape zone. The wall.

He immediately trapped me with both his hands beside me. At that point, my heart was almost breaking out of the rib cage. I made sure to look everywhere else but at him.

"Look at me". He instructed and I met his eyes. The were intimidating and so piercing. I looked away instantly but he held my chin and made me look back at him.

His eyes left mine and it trailed down my neck to my collar. I shrinked under his gaze and swallowed as my breath grew hotter.

"You rejected my dinner invitation". He muttered in a really husky voice. "You look so thin and no wife of mine should look this way".

I still kept my eyes on him and I soon felt his hand tracing down my neck and my collar bone. I swallowed again and closed my eyes. I soon felt his face close to mine and my eyes shot open.

They were wide in horror.

"I'd like to take what's rightly mine, if you know what I mean?".

My breathing grew intense as his hand held my dress and started tugging it up. The other hand found its way to the back of my dress.

I closed my eyes and swallowed.

"Please". I found myself muttering and tears dropped from my eyes.

I soon felt him drop my dress and step away. I felt relieved and opened my eyes.

"You didn't think I'd let you go, did you?".

Suddenly, he grabbed me and captured my lips in a kiss. There was nothing calm or decent about it. He was rough and my lips started hurting as I tried to push him away.

I was at the verge of screaming.