The Billionaire's Unwanted Bride

Chapter 11

Anna's POV Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

"Aidan John Alvarez?" Mom pronounce his name out after I had told her he is the one I had sex with.

She had grabbed the magazine from me and examined him carefully to see if he is fit to be called my

baby father. I know my mom. That is what she is doing.

"Alvarez?" Pamela questions and stands up to come closer to us.

"He is your baby father?" She asks when she sees his picture. Beneath the large image is another

picture of him and a girl.

She is sitting on his lap kissing him. I am trying so hard not to look at the picture below. I guess this is

why he is called a womanizer.

I nod gently at Pamela, feeling sorry for myself. I am sure he has even forgotten about the night we had

together. I am sure he must think I am one of those cheap girls he plays around with.

I look back at the picture to see the name of the lady, Tessa Rodriguez, it says.

Is she one of his slut or his real girlfriend? I ask myself.

"I can't believe Aidan is your baby father", Pamela jerks me out of my thoughts. She looks sad and I

have a feeling she knows him.

"Do you know him?" I ask her.

"Who doesn't know Aidan Alvarez?" She says back.

Her statement makes my mom lift her head from the magazine she is busy looking at, lost in thought.

"You know him?" Mon demands from Pamela.

"Yes, I do. He is the youngest billionaire in New York just like he has been tagged here in the

magazine. I saw him once in my father's company."

"Your father?" Mom finally drops the magazine. "Are they business partners?"

Pamela shrugs. She knows little about her father's business and clients. "I have no idea. I will ask dad

when I get home."

"Please do and give me every information you get."

"I know he is the CEO of AJ Construction Company in Geneva. I also know he has a textile company,

among others. That is the only information I know of him."

"Good", Mom nods eagerly. I am just looking at them as they converse. I can't believe I am seeing him

in a magazine and he is a rich guy. I see no reason why my mother wants to know about him because I

am sure he will reject me outrightly even before I tell him I am pregnant with his child.

His picture has said a lot about him. It has shown how irresponsible he is.

I was wishing to meet with him someday so I can tell him about my pregnancy but seeing a picture of

him now, with a woman is making me feel less concerned about meeting him. I am even scared of

meeting him because I am scared of the rejection and humiliation I will get from him.

"I will call you tonight to know more. Just ask your dad when you get home", mother tells Pamela.

"I came here because of him", Pamela utters, reminding me of the job offer we talked about in school.

"About your father? What about him?"

"I told Anna about a job and I don't know if you will be interested." Pamela looks anxious. She didn't

know how to tell mom that the job is from her dad. I have a feeling mom will reject the offer but I am

hoping she accepts.

"What job is it?"

"Dad needs a cook", she finally declare

Mom is silent, she is thinking. "A cook?"

"Yes, and the pay is quite huge," Pamela adds.

"Alright, I will think about it", mom asserts.

"I came here to hear what you think of it so I can tell dad when I get home", Pamela smiles.

"Oh!" Mother mumbles. "I still wish to think about it. When I call you tonight, I would have concluded. I

will tell you what I think by then."

"Alright", Pamela mutters and stands up. "I will get going."

Mom picks the magazine again and fixes her eyes on it. I move towards the exit with Pamela and she

is whispering to me.

"What were you saying?" I ask her. I couldn't process what she was saying earlier.

"That guy is a fucking playboy", she frowns.

I nod, feeling sad all over again. I don't want to think about him again. I will just assume he doesn't

exist. After all, I am still going to abort the baby.

"Will you keep the baby now?"

"No", I answer sharply.

She exhales deeply and slumps her shoulder down. She rests her back on the car and watches me for

a while before getting into the car.

"See you in school tomorrow." I know she isn't happy but I don't care.

"Yes, see you", I wave at her as the car purrs to life. I watch her drive off before going back inside.

Mom's index finger is in her mouth, she always does that whenever she is having a deep thought. I am

curious to know why she wants to know more about him.

"Mom?" I call and sit beside her. She didn't look up.

"Why do you want to know about him?" I ask childishly. I know I sound stupid but I don't know how to

tell mother how I feel about knowing his real identity now.

Mom turns to face me squarely. She has an amusing look on her face and she begins to laugh

sarcastically.

"You don't want your baby to have a father?" She asks after she sobers. There is a little smile on her

face.

"My baby?" I ask with a furrowed brow. "You asked me to abort the baby, remember?"

She shakes her head and rests her back on the sofa, with folded arms and a smile.

"I am going to meet him."

"What?" I exclaim.

"Yes, he needs to know you are expecting his child."

I can't believe mom is saying this. "Mom, aren't we going to abort the baby?"

"No, we aren't doing it again", she announces.

"What?" I exclaim again.

"Yes, you are keeping the baby."