The Billionaire's Unwanted Bride

Aidan's POV

I find the neighborhood where Evelyn stays messy. I can't believe my baby mother is staying in this environment which is not fit for a woman with pregnancies to be staying in.

No wonder her mother called herself a nobody.

Why then is she saying she has good work when she can't afford a good home for her daughter and grandchild?

"Fuck!" I curse and come out of the car. I used my GPS to get the location. I walk through the alley and see the address number on the house in front of me.

I walk towards it quickly, cursing beneath my breath when a dirty-looking dog barks at me. I am quite amazed that I am scared of the dog, I don't know if it's because the dog is dirty or because it is barking.

I heave a sigh of relief when I get to the door. The dog has retreated when I am no longer in sight. I wonder why the dog is barking at me in broad daylight. I also can't help but wonder if the dog is theirs or for a neighbor's.

I puff out the air I didn't know I was holding in and knock at the door. The door is creaking like it will go down soon and it also looks dirty with the brown color. I knock again despite my irritation, I didn't hear any response.

Aren't they home? I ask inwardly and knock again, loudly.

If Evelyn is home, I will be glad to laugh in her face at how shabby the house is. I want her to be aware of my presence in her home because I have no intention of coming back here again for the second time. If the daughter isn't around, I will tell Evelyn to ask her to come to see me in my office since I had to waste my time coming here for nothing.

Someone pulls the door open, making me startled because I already think no one is home and I am already thinking of going back to the office.

"How can I help you?" Her voice pulls me out of my reverie as I watch the girl before me.

Seeing her again brings back the memories of the night we first met, how we argued and had sex on the toilet slab. I never knew she was this pretty, I guess it is because I paid little attention to her looks, I was only bent on having sex with her to prove to her that I can have any woman I want to have.

I do not need to seduce any woman but I found myself seducing the girl before me that night. That was what I did, I admitted the fact that I seduced her to myself, after the hot quick sex in the washroom.

I didn't take notice of her beauty because of how drunk she was with disheveled hair around her face that night. I only liked the challenge she put at me which was what attracted me to have sex with her.

She is looking at me intensely, the same way I stand in silence watching her. She suddenly gasp as a hint of recognition flashed across her face.

I can't believe my baby mama is the one standing before me, I am expecting to see an unkempt lady, drunk just like the other day and looking miserable.

But here before me is a beauty and a neat lady in a white crop sweater, grey and white plaid pants with converse sneakers. Her hair is packed into a ponytail showing the outline of her face and how smooth her skin color looks.

I stand staring at her till she opens her mouth and asks me. "Are you Aidan Alvarez?"

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Anna's POV

A new page has begin already. Never in my wildest dream have I imagined Aidan will come looking for me and on a day like this that I have decided to let go of everything and start a new life. What is he doing here? How did he know where I live? How did he know about my pregnancy? Did mother go to meet him like she said she would, despite my protest? Why is he here?

He looks more real and damn handsome than he looks in pictures. I always view him as a Greek god who is fictional anytime I come across his picture. I have started paying close attention to his picture and every news that concerns him, ever since I got to know he is my baby father.

Standing here before me is a hot, good-looking guy in a blue well-tailored Armani suit and black shiny suede shoes. His face is smooth and clean with his pointed nose and blue eyes. His jawline is set straight and he is looking pointedly at me.

I am still in my school dress. Even though I ate breakfast before leaving home this morning, I came back from school with my stomach rumbling continuously. I had dropped my bag in the living room and gone straight to the kitchen to find something to eat. I did not bother to go into my room to change my clothes.

I ate while thinking about my life. I had just finished eating and was about to go to my room to change into something simple when I heard the knock on the door.

"Yes, I am Aidan Alvarez, can I come in?" He asks softly, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I gulp and nod before stepping aside for him to enter. I see him looking around the living room with irritation on his face. I have a lot of questions to ask him about how he got to find me but I can't ask him. "What are you doing here?"

"Is this where you live?" We both ask each other at the same time.

"Yes", I answer. "I live here with my mother."

"I see", he is still looking around, conscious of how poor our home is. This is where I have lived for 15 years of my life and I have never seen anything wrong with it. But Aidan's presence is letting me take note of how poor it is.

"Please, sit", I say to him politely.

"No, I am fine this way."

I am ashamed and disappointed that he can't even hide his displeasure in coming here.

Why is he even here in the first place?

"How can I help you?" I question.

"Are you really pregnant?" He gazes at me as if trying to figure out if I would lie or not.

I nod.

How did he know of my pregnancy? Did Pamela tell him or my mother?

"Good. So what do you want?"

I scrunch my face up in confusion. I don't understand what he means by what I want.

"Excuse me?"

He spread his arms wide. "Since you are pregnant for me, I want to know what you want."

I can see how arrogant he is. Is he doing this to know if I am one of the gold diggers after him? Is he doing this on purpose because of how poor we are? Who does he think he is?

I thought he was going to be different from the man I argued with that night but I am wrong. He is still the same overconfident, arrogant asshole I had sex with that night just to spite Cameron who doesn't even know he exists or knows of what happened between us that night.

"Is that why you are here?" I regard him with a cold glare.

"No", he folds his arm and begins to move around the room. "I am here to tell you that we are getting married and....."

"What?!" I exclaim.

What the hell is he saying? I can't marry this scumbag. Who does he think he is to come here and tell me he wants us to get married without my approval because it is obvious the decision has been made already.

"Your mother didn't tell you?" He glances at me in surprise.

My mother? What did mother do? I gasp when I realize my mother's constant outing is a trip to his office. What did she tell him? How did the issue of marriage even come up? Why the hell is she doing this? "Well, you should ask her when she is back. I just came to inform you that I will also need your presence in two days so I can take you to my mother as my baby mama", he stressed on the baby mama. "she is dying to meet you." He grins.

I am just watching him talk, trying to take everything in. He continues. "Also, I will be taking you to the hospital before you meet my mother, probably tomorrow so we can ascertain if the baby is mine or not. The result will determine whether I take you to my mother or not. So be prepared." He folds his arm behind his back and stops walking.

He is looking at the photo frame in front of him. It is a picture of my mother and me when I was 15 years old.

When I am not commenting on what he has said, he turns back to face me. "Aren't you going to say anything?"

"Who exactly do you take me for?" I demand from him. He looks stunned. "You think I am like one of those cheap sluts you......"

"That was how you presented yourself to me if you can remember clearly what happened that night", he cuts me short.

"I was not in my right senses, I was heartbroken and I wanted to......"

"Spite your boyfriend who is obviously not in love with you anymore." He Interrupts me again. We glare at each other for a while before I say.

"Go away from here, I am not interested." I slump to the sofa, looking away from him.

"You are not interested in getting married to me or seeing the doctor for us to know if the baby is mine?"

"I am not interested in any of them, so get out!"

"I have a feeling you are scared the truth that the baby isn't mine will be out if you agree with him."

I scoff. "You can think whatever you want to think. I don't need you to take care of my baby."

"Really? You don't need me? Do you expect me to let you stay in this old shabby and dirty environment with my child? How do you want to take good care of her or him here?"

I am hurt by his statement.

I can't believe the idiot is commenting his thoughts out about our home. The home that kept us safe for years.

I am emotional but I gulp, refraining from crying. "I thought you just said the baby isn't yours. Whether I bring my baby up here or not should not be any of your business."

"It becomes my business the moment the child is mine", he grumbles.

I turn my face away from him, with tears threatening to fall off my eyes. "Just go. I don't want to be married to you or anyone else."

"Your mother will come looking for me." He says with confidence, before moving to the door.

"You are nothing but an arrogant prick", he stops without turning back.

He takes another step and throws the door open before going out. I can't believe mother went to him.

What for? Why?

I place my hand on my forehead that is beginning to throb lightly and lean back on the sofa sighing heavily.

This is definitely not the new chapter of my life that I want to begin, I shake my head.

This is definitely a bad beginning.