Married to the devil zillionaire

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what you've done?" He pointed at my stomach and gave me a dumb look. Tears well in my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. "It wasn't like that. I never knew he was Carissa's man. She was always hiding things and he never mentioned it." My voice breaks. Why was he not concerned that his daughter's fiance had been womanizing a night before their engagement was announced? I don't want to hear your excuses, Lena." He exhales sharply, rubbing his temples. Dad doesn't care. "I'm getting you out of here." My heart leaps, but his next words knock the air out of my lungs. "Under one condition" he looks at my stomach. "What is it?" I didn't like the way he was looking at me. "You will marry Leonardo Romero." He said firmly. I gape at him. "What? No. I can't-" "Why can't you? You've already slept with him once or a lot." He said in a manner that seemed to judge me. "That was a mistake. I should have a choice in my marriage." I breathed out. "You don't have a choice, especially as an ex-convict," he interrupts. "If you keep this child, you are not raising it behind bars. And if you're not behind bars, you need protection. You need a husband. The Romero family has power, money. Marrying Leonardo will protect you and your child." I shake my head. "Dad, you can't force me into this." "I can. And I will." The thought of this marriage was unbearable. I lower my head, pressing my hands against my stomach. My baby. My innocent baby, caught in the middle of this nightmare. "When?" I whisper. Dad exhales, victory flashing in his eyes. "As soon as I secure your release, Lena." I close my eyes, swallowing the bile in my throat. I am going to marry Leonardo Romero. I wonder how he would react to the idea of a marriage with me. Dad pulled strings, and suddenly, I was free. Not entirely because I was on parole that was meant to last at least three years, my every move monitored but at least I wa