The Tycoon s Matchmaker

Valerie dialed his number again, and again, but it wasn't going through. She wasn't going to blame Justin because it's not his fault. If Patricia didn't tell him, maybe she would have summoned courage to tell him any other time.

“I have to find a way to explain everything to Justin”

She got up from the bed, and headed downstairs. She was on her way out when she stormed into her stepmother, Claudia, and her father.

It has been barely a week since they got the money, and they are already squandering it. She even wondered how her father recovered so fast.

“Where are you going, Valerie?” Claudia gave her a deadly glare. She gulped hard, and turned her face away. “I don't want to go on with this anymore. My life is already ruined, all because of this baby. I want to further my education”.

Tears circulated in her eyes, and her father gasped. “Valerie, how could you say something like that? If you don't give birth to this child, then we'll be doomed. I've taken care of you ever since your mother, and here you are willing to throw all of that away. If you ever think of getting rid of this child, then our family will be in deep trouble” Her Father freaked out.

“Why should I be the only one to do this? Justin just broke up with me” She continued sobbing, but her stepmother wasn't moved.

“And so what if that rascal does? He doesn't deserve you. As far as you give birth to this child, your father and I promise to give you whatever it is that you want. I don't want you to get yourself stressed up, so you're not allowed to leave this house, and as for anything you need, we'll provide it for you right in your room” Claudia pretentiously patted her back.

Valerie bowed her head in sadness, and headed upstairs. Her life was getting messier by the day. Now, she's trapped in her room. It was more like a prison than a house. She was still crying her eyes out when the door creaked open. It was her stepsister, Patricia. Patricia was carrying a tray of food, which she dropped on the table beside her bed.

“Your lunch, sister.” Patricia laughed sarcastically at her. Valerie turned to her with teary eyes.

“I'm not… I'm not hungry” Valerie managed to say. Patricia snorted at her.

“You better eat your food because the child ought to be very healthy. If anything happens to the child, then we'll all be going to jail” Patricia laughed, before walking out of the room. She locked the door as soon as she left.

That was the last time Valerie left her room. She stayed in her room like a prison, and was given everything she wanted.

Months later, Valerie was in labor. She was rushed to the hospital. The cry of a baby was heard all over the ward.

Even though Valerie didn't want the child, the baby was still hers. She needed to look at the child's face.