The Billionaire's Unwanted Bride

Evenlyn's POV

I move swiftly towards the direction of the office. Even if I don't want to do this, the thought of my daughter is giving me more courage to go on. Anna lost her father when she was just 5 years old and we have been feeding from hand to mouth.

I do menial jobs just to make sure I put something on the table for my daughter. I love her and I would do everything within my power to see her become great. I believe this is the opportunity.

I get to the door and knock gently. There is no reply and I knock again, louder.

"Come in", a husky voice orders. He is speaking with a tone of authority and I can feel the reason why the receptionist seems scared of her boss. I push the door open. His eyes are fixed on his laptop. "Hello Aidan Alvarez", I make my presence known, as I walk graciously to the seat opposite his desk, meant for guests.

He raises his head sharply in surprise. When our eyes, I smile. He looks puzzled for a while, probably trying to think if I am someone he knows.

He looks more handsome than in the picture, with his chiseled jaws, fine cheekbones, and thin lips.

"Who are you?" His voice is hoarse and grim.

I take a seat without permission and drop my handbag on his desk. I throw my right leg over the other and put my hands together. "I know you but you don't know me."

He drops the paper in his hand. "Who are you?"

"I am Evelyn Gomez like your receptionist told you."

"Why are you here?"

"I am here for business", I answer indifferently, before folding my arms over my bosom and looking around.

"Say why you are here now, I am busy", he picks up the paper and continues his work, ignoring me.

"I am here because of your heir", I say, after a moment of silence. I am thinking of the best way to bring up the issue.

He hoists his head up again, with the pen in his hand hanging half-way. I am watching his every action and trying to read his expressions. He looks a bit surprised and confused. "My heir?" He touches his chest. "What rubbish are you saying?"

I didn't say anything, with my back leaning on the chair.

"Are you going to talk?" He questions.

"You know what?" He lifts up his telephone and inputs a number before putting the telephone to his ears. I know what he is trying to do and I feel it is high time I talked.

"I am doing you a huge favor by coming here. If you ask your security to throw me out, I have what it takes to ruin you." He stares at me. He didn't look threatened but he drops the telephone. "My daughter is pregnant with your child", I inform him, leaning forward and dropping my arms from my bosom.

He chuckles and frowns almost immediately. "Do I look like a fool to you? How am I supposed to know who the hell your fucking daughter is?"

I am being calm. I don't want to be angry so I won't destroy my plans. I ignore the way he is insulting my daughter and begin again. "She is the girl you had sex with three months ago in a club." He laughs again, in a mocking manner. The stares he is giving me is making me feel like a gold digger and liar. I would never do this if it isn't true that my daughter is carrying his child.

He folds his arm and crosses it over his chest. "Do you even know how many girls I have had sex with these past few months?"

"That explains why you are labeled a womanizer", I retort sharply with a broad smile. He scowls at me.

"I don't know who your daughter is and I don't care. Get the hell out of my office now!" He orders.

I am not intimidated. I pick up a small photo frame from his table and scrutinize it carefully. The woman looks young with brown hazel eyes. She is smiling and beautiful with a long nose and smooth skin. There is a striking resemblance between her and the man before me.

This must be his mother, I thought to myself.

"I am talking to you", he jerks up from his chair.

I dropped the frame. "Do I look like I am here to joke?" I shout back at him. He is beginning to piss me off with the orders and yellings.

He seems taken back that I am shouting at him.

"I am not idle and I also have a job. You better listen to me now before I do something rash. I am sure you won't like it if it gets to the media that you raped my daughter."

"What? What the hell are you talking about? I don't even know who the hell this girl is." His voice is still raised.

"Sit back and listen", I say with a tone of authority. He is standing up from his chair, looking at me furiously. He obeys my command after a short laugh.

"My daughter's name is Anna and you had sex with her three months ago...."

"Just go straight to the point", he cut me short with the bang on his desk.

"You still don't remember her?" I am surprised. He must be a real playboy not to remember my special daughter.

"Are you going to talk or what?"

"If you don't remember her, then I guess you will when I describe what and how it happened", I smirk, enjoying the drama between us.

"Annabelle was drunk as she walked to the washroom to urinate when she saw you in there, zipping up your trousers", I am staring at him intently, watching and waiting for a flash of recognition but I see nothing.

"You two began to argue and you called her a drunk. You had sex with her at the end of the day. And I know Anna allowed it just to get back at her stupid ex-boyfriend."

He isn't saying anything. He is twirling his chair.

"Do you remember her now?" I ask him.

"Is she the reason you are here?"

"Yes, she collapsed in school a few days back and she discovered she is pregnant with your child."

"How do you know the baby is mine?" His voice is low.

"It's obvious, isn't it?" I shrugged indifferently.

"How is it obvious?" He looks less concerned and unconvinced. I know he wants to doubt the baby's paternity.

"She was at the party because her boyfriend broke things up with her......"

"And they haven't been having sex?" He is trying to set a trap for me to fall in. I know Anna is not a virgin anymore but I am 100% sure the baby is for the motherfucker in front of me.

"They've not been together for more than three months even before he finally broke things up with her which led her to go to the party with her friend, Pamela. That makes it 6 months since they have been apart and the baby is just three months." I explain further.

"I don't believe you or your daughter. So get out!" He leans forward.

"What? You don't believe me?"

"No, I don't. You are nothing but an opportunist and......"

"Shut the fuck up, you idiot. Didn't you have sex with her? You want proof? I can provide you with it."

You can't just open your mouth and run it the way you like. I am a proud woman and I will never stoop so low to do this shit with you if it isn't important." I am damn mad at him and now I don't fucking care about the consequences. It is either he listens or I do this the hard way.

It takes two to have sex and my daughter won't have to suffer this alone. This fucking billionaire must take responsibility for his actions, I conclude.

"Do you realize you are in a work environment? Why are you shouting?" He yells back at me.

"Do you realize you are also shouting at a woman who is old enough to be your mother?" I retort. "You can't birth me", he states.

"Really?" I ask with heavy sarcasm.

"Well, I am the mother to the woman carrying your child and that is enough."

"If you had trained your daughter well, she won't be pregnant now", he mutters, gritting his teeth.

"How dare you?" I yell. I feel insulted.

"Let's get everything done with", he utters, after the awkward silence upon us. "What do you want me to do? Do you want me to write you a cheque?"

"No", I answer sharply, even though I am relieved he wants us to go to the major reason why I am here. He looks surprised that I am not requesting formoney.

"Why then are you here?" He demands. I can see curiosity written all over him. He must be wondering what I am doing here sitting before him to tell him that my daughter is carrying his baby and also rejecting

a lifetime opportunity of letting him write me a cheque that can change our lives forever. I know what I want and I always go for it. I am smart.

My plan is greater than this, I smirk.

"I am here to make you an offer." I declare with confidence. I know my offer will sound stupid to him and he might not agree to it now but he will eventually. I have my ways.

"Offer? What offer?"

"The offer is for you to get married to my daughter." I finally drop the bombshell with a smile on my face.

"What?!"

"Yes, I want you to marry Anna", She repeats.¶¶¶¶