Pregnant By My Contract Billionaire Husband

LAYLA

I stood at the door, and listened again. Soon enough, I was sure the noise was coming from the bedroom.

I could hear their moans and ass slapping noises. I opened the door and the sight that met me was wholly and unholy.

There on what was supposed to become our matrimonial bed in forty eight hours was my fiancé, Sam Fredrick, tangled up with a woman I had never seen before in my life.

They were so consumed by each other that neither of them noticed me standing in the doorway.

“Harder baby,” came the lady's moans.

I couldn't bear it any longer. I stamped my foot hard against the floor. It immediately attracted their attention.

Sam gave me a look, a look he would usually give a fly that flew into his food.

They didn't even bother to cover up. “What's wrong with you?” Sam asked in anger.

“Really! Sam?” I returned.

Finally Sam had the decency to put on his trousers. He flung the bedsheet at the lady, whispering to her to cover up.

“Can't you see that you are interrupting us?” the lady on the bed asked. She looked angry and disgusted at my intrusion at her moment with Sam Fredrick, my fiance.

“Get out,” Sam said, flatly.

“It's her who should get out and not me. I'm your fiancée for God sake,’’ I fumed

“Fiancée indeed,” the lady sneered. “Who do you think you are? Some lowly pauper trying to get married to Sam Frederick. He might marry you but he will never love you. Know your place,” she continued.

I turned to look at Sam. “Can you at least show me some respect. Our wedding is in the next two days.”

“So…” the lady began.

“Shut your mouth,” I cut her off immediately. “You should be silent and ashamed of yourself.”

“Sam, she's bullying me,” she clung at Sam's arm, acting innocent.

“Get out Layla,” Sam said, again.

I shook my head, looking at Sam. How can he be defending her instead of me, his wife to be.

“I'm done,” I said, slowly.

“What do you say?” He asked, and I looked up at him.

“I'm no longer marrying you,” I said, firmly looking into his eyes.

Sam smiled, “You will what? You wouldn't dare.”

“Watch me do so?” I responded.

“No one will dare marry you if I reject you. No one dares. Behave yourself and get out while I'm being nice or you will regret it,” Sam threatened.

I swallowed hard as I listened to him. Sam was one of the most influential people in the whole of New York. Just one word from him, and I will be blacklisted.

No one would dare marry me if I was rejected by Sam Fredrick. But I don't care. I won't enter a marriage in which I'll be humiliated every second of it.

I walked out of Sam's mansion and hailed a cab home. I sat down silently and the tears I have been holding on to, flowed down my face.

I'm only twenty years old and fate didn't shine its luck on me. My Mother died when I was very young and my father remarried two years later, bringing home a new Mom and a sister.

But their arrival was the beginning of a hard time for me. I have been despised by my stepmother Yelena, and stepsister Tasha.

I have had to fend for myself from a very young age and despite that my family still wants to use me to attain financial independence and abundance by marrying notorious playboy, Sam Fredrick.

They are determined to use me till the last drop of my blood. My father, Victor, my stepmother, and stepsister were all guilty. None, not even one was left out.

I'm not in anyone's good book. I don't know of any crime I committed to receive such ill treatment. I only wish my Mom was still alive.

“Here,” I looked up to see the cab driver offering me a tissue paper. I didn't realize I had been crying profusely.

I took the tissue with a forced smile. “Thank you,” I said, politely. At least one person has been nice to me today. If only my family can learn and also be nice to me…

“We are here,” the driver announced, jolting me from my thoughts.

I took a deep breath and stepped out of the cab. I was back to the hell of a home.

I opened the door and met three pairs of eyes staring at me with extreme hostility.

“Good evening, Mom and Dad,” I greeted and tried to sneak off to my room.

But the sound of my father stopped me immediately. “What are you doing here?” He asked.

I traced his voice and they were all at the dining table. I could see my stepsister Tasha, rolling her eyes at me.

“Yes, why are you home?” You should be spending the night at Sam's place,” my stepmother, Yelena, was quick to point out.

She didn't bother hiding the cruelty in her voice. She has been planning to get rid of me the moment she married my father and he has been oblivious to her and Tasha's schemes.

“I'm not getting married to him any longer,” I replied.

“What?!” Yelena and Tasha screamed in unison.

“You must be joking, of course you are,” Yelena scoffed. “I'll not let you ruin our chances in this family. I'll not let you put us to shame. Yes, you won't. Hurry now and return to Frederick's mansion,” Yelena said, spitefully.

I didn't move from where I stood. Instead I tilted my head and my eyes met hers.

Yelana was surprised, I could see it in her eyes. All my life I have always obeyed her, afraid of her retaliation if I didn't.

“No, Yelena. I'm not getting married….”

I felt a sharp pain on my cheeks, “how dare you challenge mother,” I looked up at Tasha holding my left cheeks, keeping the tears that threatened to fall stuck in my eyes.

“Father,” Tasha called onto Dad for help.

My father looked at me in silence. I could see his eyes soften for a second but they quickly were replaced with a distant coldness.

“Dad, I cannot marry Sam. He'll not treat me well,” I cried.

“Treat you well indeed. You don't deserve any better. You good for nothing child,” Yelena spat.

My heart arch as I heard the words from my stepmother but my father did nothing to stop her.

I was used to her insults, but today's own hits were different and my father remained unbothered by my tears.

Yelena and Tasha have influenced him, to see me as nothing. He looked at Yelana as he opened his mouth to speak.

“You need to listen to your mother, Layla. Go back to the Frederick family,” he said and I scoffed.

It's always the same old story. Always ‘obey’. I have no say to anything in this house.

“She's not my mother,” I said, loudly as I ran up in tears to my room.

As I turned I saw Tasha and her Mother exchange a glance and I quickly hastened my footsteps and I was able to get into my room and locked it before they got to the door.

“Mum, she must go right. We can't lose so much money and the chance of happiness,” I heard Tasha's faint voice behind the door.

“Think about the riches, the fame, the power and the happiness that follows. We can't let her call off the wedding right?”

“Definitely. She must get married but she is proving to be stubborn,” I heard Yelena's voice.

“The wedding is in two days and she must be in the Fredrick mansion tonight. We can't make mistakes or they might change their minds. What do we do my dear child,” Yelena asked.

Suddenly I couldn't hear them anymore and I sighed a breath of both relief and anxiety.

I knew my stepmother and stepsister very well. They go the extra mile to get whatever they want.

The question is what are they going to do now.