The Billionaire s Secret Baby

"Get out now."

I can still hear those harsh words, very sharp and like broken glass without repair. They continuously ring in my head even now, which is six years later.

The rain had not come out easily, but it was very cold that night. I remember vividly how I stood there, drenched and shivering helplessly, but facing the biggest mansion in existence, the towering Donovan mansion. One moment, I concluded to be lucky, that I had given myself everything I ever desired. Be it love, financial security, and even a bright future that comes with it. But to my dismay, the next, I was nothing more but a piece of trash never to be seen or heard. 

You should be aware that you are nothing more but a temporary distraction. Without being told, you are very much aware that you don't belong here.

His mother's cold, unbearable, sharp voice came out as the final say.

Her words weren't just the problem; they didn't bother or hurt me as much as the wound inflicted by his silence while everything happened. 

Kian Donovan, the brain behind the Donovan empire.

The man I could swear loved me, even worshiped the ground I walked on. But I was wrong. The worst happened when he made no effort to stop me when I walked away for my sanity's sake. 

I managed to wrap my arms around myself for warmth as the wind blew uncontrollably through the quiet streets. My silk dress made it worse as it clung tightly, exposing my bare skin. It was expensive but totally useless now. For comfort, I pressed my hand tightly to my stomach.

Our little comforting secret.

A life in existence that I would protect at all cost, and he would never know anything about.

 "It's obviously just both of us now," I muttered to the life growing in me as I did my best to blink back the tears already forming.

"But not to worry, this won't last a lifetime, we'll definitely be okay. I'll ensure that happens, even if it will cost me alot."

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Exactly six years ago, The very Day My World Collapsed

The hospital room where I found myself had the aroma of antiseptic and freshly dispersed pain. I had managed to be strong all night, saddled through several hours of intensive labor with no one to stand by and kiss my hand for support. There were no freshly harvested flowers, not even the plastic ones. No hand emitting warmth to hold on.

It was just me. I was totally on my own.

And just when his tiny cry reached my ears, very sharp, extremely fierce, full of life, yet tender, everything I once experienced, not even the pains, mattered to me. 

The nurse bundled him down and placed him right in my arms. I gasped loudly in awe. He was beyond tiny, so small, more than what I had imagined. But at the same time, so perfect.

He was my son, my perfect one.

His tiny hand involuntarily curled at the basement of one of my fingers. His eyes blinked involuntarily, and they opened to piercing but most charming blue eyes, and just then, I was reminded of how I had stared into the same eyes countless times before.

It was a perfect replication of Kian's eyes.

Even without knowing it, I felt the sting hitting me behind my eyelids but decided not to let it bother me, or take the moment of joy from me, and refused to let the tears fall because of him. No, I won't allow that again. 

 "Hey, my perfect little guy," I said in a whisper. "There's no one coming to our rescue, it's just you and me."

I leaned forward and pressed my lips onto his tender forehead.

"I make you the promise to never let anyone hurt you or come between your happiness, not him. No one in existence."

And now, this is the woman I have become.

People easily call me the stone-iced Queen now. They always lack the courage to say it boldly, but whisper it in fear and most times out of respect when I walk majestically into boardrooms.

Good then, let them continue to whisper.