Secret Baby Of The Ruthless Billionaire

LISA'S POV:

I woke up feeling groggy, my head pounding. The sterile scent of the room filled my nose as I blinked, trying to remember where I was. The wedding room, I reminded myself, but something felt off. My body ached, and I felt weak as though the sickness that had overwhelmed me the day before was still holding me down.

Just as I was about to adjust myself on the bed, I heard something-voices coming from another room. One voice was light, teasing, feminine. Bella? Lisa blinked hard. No, it can't be. Why would my sister be here... in my wedding room? I shook my head, trying to dismiss the fog that clouded my thoughts. But the voices were real, and unmistakably familiar.

"Come on, Nathan, you know what you have to do," Bella's voice floated through the thin walls, light and playful. My heart skipped. Why would Nathan be in there with Bella? My stomach churned with unease.

I struggled to sit up, my hands trembling as I pushed myself off the bed. My limbs felt heavy, my vision blurred. Every step toward the door was a challenge, but I forced myself forward, clutching the bedpost for support. The voices grew clearer, and as I drew closer, the sinking feeling in my stomach grew worse.

"I'm not marrying her, Bella," Nathan's voice was firm, sharp even. "I've already told your dad. I won't go through with it."

I froze. My heart pounded so loudly I thought it might drown out the rest of the conversation, but I forced myself to listen.

"I'm going to humiliate her. She'll be a laughing stock. Everyone will know."

Nathan's cold, final tone cut deep, shattering something inside me. For a moment, I stood there, leaning against the doorframe, the betrayal too heavy to process all at once.

My breath came In shallow gasps, and I pressed my hand against my mouth, willing myself not to scream or cry. I wanted to burst into the room, to confront them both, to demand answers, but I was too weak-physically, emotionally. The betrayal weighed me down like a sickness all over again.

My knees wobbled as I turned away from the door. I had to get out, had to escape the room that now felt like a cage. I dragged myself toward the elevator, my legs barely carrying me forward. The world spun around me, every step felt like walking on glass.

The elevator was just ahead, but my vision was swimming. With each sway of my body, I feared I might collapse before reaching it. No, not here. Not in front of them. The thought of being found at their feet, broken, was unbearable.

As the elevator doors slid open, I stumbled forward, but before I could step inside, my body gave way. My knees buckled, and I reached out desperately, my fingertips brushing the cool metal as the doors closed in front of me. Through blurry eyes, I watched them seal.

I remained sprawled on the marbled floor, the coolness seeping through the thin fabric of my dress. My hair was a disheveled mess, strands sticking to my tear-streaked face. My eyes felt raw and puffy from crying. The only part of her body exposed was my slender, fair legs, perfectly proportioned and beautifully enticing, yet all I could feel was vulnerability.