Secret Baby

A woman sat limply on the floor, tears slowly starting to fall down her smooth cheeks. In her hand was a test pack showing two blue lines.

The sound of her sobbing began to fill the bathroom, growing louder over time. "What should I do? Everyone will be disappointed in me," she muttered softly.

Cylindrica Dayana Smith is the youngest child of the Smith family, famous for its mining company branches outside New York City, where the main branch is located.

Apart from Cylin, there are two other heirs to the Smith company, her older brothers. Both men have already entered the business world like their father.

"Sob, I have to find that man and hold him accountable; I don't want to throw him out," Cylin muttered, still sobbing as she stroked her flat stomach.

She had just taken a pregnancy test with a kit bought from a pharmacy near her house. Cylin was shocked to find out she was pregnant right after graduating from high school.

Case case case case

Cylin roughly wiped the tears from her face and washed up when she heard a knock on her bedroom door.

She rushed to the door after hiding the test pack under her pillow, hoping no one would see it.

Cylin tried her best to normalize her expression before opening the door.

"What is it?" she asked, seeing her second brother at the door.

"Did you just wake up? Wait, why do you look like you've been crying?" Instead of calming her, his words made Cylin more alert, scrambling for a good answer.

"E-ee, that's not true; it was just a flicker when I woke up," she replied, lying.

Her second brother, Cleo, nodded, unconvinced. "Okay, let's go down; the others are waiting for you."

"Yes, sis, you go ahead; I'll catch up later," Cylin replied, planning to clean her face again so she wouldn’t look like she had been crying.

"Don't take long." Before leaving, Cleo gently patted her sister's head.

Cylin nodded before breathing a sigh of relief once Cleo disappeared down the stairs. "I have to meet that man as soon as possible," she muttered before going back into her room.

In her room, Cylin looked at a business card she found in the wallet of the man who impregnated her. The wallet was on the nightstand when she woke up this morning in a nightclub room.

"He's a billionaire?" she muttered, increasingly confused by this fact.

Not wanting to think too much while her family waited for breakfast, Cylin rushed to the bathroom again, trying to hold back her tears.

'Now I'm not sure he wants to be responsible,' she thought, taking a deep breath.

**

"Stop here, sir!"

The taxi Cylin was riding in stopped in front of a tall building with dozens of floors where hundreds of people worked. She stood outside the company of the man who fathered her child, though she didn’t recognize him. His business card indicated he was a billionaire in his hometown.

Why did she take a taxi? Because she couldn't drive her own car yet, and asking the family driver would raise suspicions. Cylin wasn't ready to tell her family about her pregnancy.

She sighed softly as she looked around the busy building exterior. She glanced down at her flat stomach with a sad gaze, gently stroking it. "Hopefully your Daddy will, baby," she muttered before stepping into the skyscraper.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Maxime there?" Cylin asked one of the receptionists hesitantly.

"You mean Mr. Daxon?" the receptionist clarified, making Cylin frown before nodding after checking the business card again.

'Maxime Leonard D, the D is Daxon, isn't it?' Cylin thought.

"Sorry about earlier; who were you with?"

Cylin was confused by the question. "Just say I'm his high school friend," she answered carelessly, focusing on meeting the billionaire.

"Just a moment, Miss. Please wait in the chair over there," the receptionist said, directing her to a nearby waiting area. Cylin nodded without saying much.

About five minutes later, the receptionist approached Cylin, who was daydreaming. "Miss, you may wait for Mr. Daxon in his room; let me take you."

Cylin immediately stood up and nodded. "Okay."

Cylin and the receptionist took the elevator to the top floor, stopping at the 60th floor. Cylin clasped her hands nervously as they stopped in front of a room labeled "Superior."

"I've arrived, Miss; I'll excuse myself."

"Thank you," Cylin replied before the receptionist left, leaving her alone in front of the billionaire's office.

With hesitation, Cylin pulled the door knob and opened it slowly.

Cekhlek!

"Which high school friend are you?"

Just hearing his voice made Cylin's heart beat fast with fear. Her gaze was fixed on the broad back of the man sitting in an oversized chair.

"Sorry, I lied; I just wanted to meet you and talk about last night," Cylin replied before the man, presumably Max, turned around at her words.

"You!"

'That's right, he's the same man as last night,' Cylin thought, breathing a sigh of relief at seeing Max's face.

"What are you doing here? Didn't I leave a check on the nightstand?" Max initially looked surprised to see her, but his expression soon turned more relaxed.

It hurt. Cylin's chest tightened at his casual words, feeling her self-esteem drop. She's not cheap; why did he speak so carelessly?

"I'm not that cheap to just be rewarded with a check! To hell with the amount! The point is, I want you to take responsibility!"

Max laughed softly. "What responsibility, bitch?"

Cylin's hands clenched into fists, and her eyes reddened at the rude term. "I'm pregnant! I hope you're not a coward who runs away from responsibility."