The Billionaire's Unwanted Bride

Anna's POV

"I don't feel like going out, Pam", I complain, coming out of the bathroom in a towel.

"Come on", she moves over to me and nudges me. "It's going to be fun", she beams.

She pulls me back to the open closet and begins to search for a dress for me to wear. She sees a low maroon party dress and hauls it out.

"Here", she gives me. I sigh again before taking it from her.

When she called me earlier and heard me crying, she disconnected the call and before I knew it, the doorbell rang.

Pamela came in and hugged me tightly. I told her everything, she only consoled me without asking me any questions. Then she brings up the idea of going to a party. I said no but she insisted. "Let's get you dressed so we can go have fun with our baby", she grins widely and drops the dress on the bed. I am about to move to the dressing mirror when I remember mom.

"Is mom still in your house?" I frown. I had tried calling her but her number wasn't going through.

"I didn't come from home", she informs me while leading me to the small stool in front of the mirror. I pick up my lotion and begin to rub it on my body.

"Where were you?" I ask her with curiosity.

"I was out."

"Out Where?" I eye her.

"You talk too much. Get dressed, let's go", she rolls her eyes at me. I didn't say anything else. It is obvious she doesn't want to talk about where she went too and I won't budge her. I want to act like her for

once.

She doesn't budge me to tell her things when I am not ready to and that is the exact thing I am going to do now.

I finish rubbing the lotion on my body and wear the dress. Pamela pulls out my drawer and brings out a silver stud earring. She wears it for me before applying a little makeup to my face. When we are done, she stands behind me with arms akimbo, watching me from the mirror in satisfaction.

I rise and turn to face her. "You are good to go." She smiles and turns back to the closet. She bends down to pick up a shoe for me to wear. She picks up the silver heels and stretches them to me. I take it without a word.

"Let's go", she grabs my hand after I pick my phone up from the dressing table before we move out. I lock the door and follow her to the car.

I sit beside her, wear my seatbelt and close my eyes as she drives away from the house. I am thinking of everything.

Even though I don't want to go to the party, I know having a night out with Pamela will calm my nerves. I intend to still fight with mom when she comes back home. I need to let her know how disappointed I am with her behavior.

"So, talk to me", Pamela begins. I open my eyes and see her stealing glances at me.

"What?" I don't know what she is talking about.

"Talk to me about everything", she repeats.

"Everything."

"I already told you", I know she is trying to probe me to say my mind.

"What did you tell him?"

I shrug. "I told him to get out, that I wasn't interested in anything...."

"You aren't interested in getting married to a billionaire?" She cuts me short.

My mouth hung open. "Are you supporting him and mother?"

"No, I just want to know what you think of the whole thing. Girls like you will want nothing more than that, you know?" She flashes me a smile.

"I can't believe you are saying this", I sit back in the chair and fold my arms.

"I believe this is an opportunity....."

"Opportunity?" I can't believe Pamela is thinking in the same way as my mother.

"Just because we are poor doesn't mean I will jump on a silly opportunity like this. This is not an opportunity, it is nothing but blackmail."

"No one is blackmailing you, Anna", she chuckles.

"He is. Just because I am having his child doesn't mean we should get married. I don't want to be married to the idiot. He is too arrogant and self-centered." My voice is a bit raised.

I hear Pamela sigh and I close my eyes, trying to calm down. I feel sorry for shouting at Pamela that way, the shout was supposed to be for my mom, not her. Mom caused all this and it will be good if I can shout at her this way.

"I have a confession", she says. I turn to look at her. I can see a flash of guilt spreading across her face and I wonder what the confession is all about. Her grip on the wheels tighten and she glances at me briefly before looking away.

"Your mother called me and asked me to give her the details of Aidan, everything she needs to know about him, including his parent's home residence. I got the information from dad and I gave it to your mother. I'm sorry for not telling you before now. I never knew things would turn out this way. I felt it was right for Aidan to know he is having a child soon so he can recognize you as the mother of his baby." She explains.

I can't believe Pamela has a hand in all of this. I can't believe she encouraged my mother to go find him when I wasn't interested in letting him know about me. I feel hurt and betrayed by my mother and best friend.

I know they are doing this in my best interest but getting married to the jerk is totally out of it and I won't allow that to happen.

He can go to hell for all I care, I am ready to fight him till he let me be.

What if he decides to take custody of the baby? My subconscious asks me.

I won't allow that, I say inwardly.

How will you fight a billionaire? My subconscious demands again. I feel like crying when I realize who I am dealing with, a f***ing billionaire.

One question keeps gnawing at my heart, why mother had accepted the proposal from him without asking for my consent or knowing what I feel about the whole thing.

I am an adult and I am old enough to make decisions on my own. I am supposed to choose who I want to be married to. Gone are those days when marriages were arranged and the couples will end up separating because they don't love each other from the beginning.

I don't want a marriage that isn't based on love. I want to be with someone that I love and who loves me back. I don't want it to be just a marriage of convenience and I don't want to be a burden on anyone. I don't want Aidan to be married to me, simply because I am expecting his child.

Is this the happiness I deserve? Do I need to be married to him for me to be recognized as the mother of his child? What do I stand to gain from the marriage when it isn't based on love? Why is this happening to me? How can I be married to someone that I don't like and who annoys me with every stupid thing that comes out of his mouth?

I know we can't last long, when we separate, what will I tell my child? I don't want my child to be fatherless, just like I am.

"I'm sorry, Anna", she holds my hand firmly for a while before putting it back on the wheels. The car comes to a stop but Pamela and I are not making any attempt to go out.

"I supported your mother because of Cameron. I know you still have feelings for him and it is high time you get rid of it. You need to show him that he has no hold over you anymore now that he is coming back to New York." She remarks.

"What?" I exclaim. "Cameron is coming back to New York?"

"So I heard. His girlfriend dumped him and since she was the reason why he left in the first place, he is coming back."

I can't believe Cameron is coming back.

Why now? Why does it have to be now? I want to scream.

"You need to get back at him for hurting you. The best way to do that is to become the billionaire's bride. This will be the best revenge ever, I know he will want you back when he gets here but you shouldn't allow it, Anna. He is nothing but a fuckboy, a motherfucker."

I am thinking of what Pamela is saying. She is telling the truth. I need to make him pay for making me miserable, for bringing this upon me. Should I just date Tony now to get back at him? I ask myself. I look away from Pamela and turn to face the corridor leading to the club.

Tony is still ignoring me and I can't stoop so low to ask him out myself. Besides, I still don't know what Tony thinks of my pregnancy.

I realize Cameron's breakup is the reason why all of this is happening to me. He was the reason why I had sex with Aidan in the first place and the result is this pregnancy.

Why can't I make him be the reason till the end?

It dawns on me that in just a day of trying to rewrite my story, something big that will change my life forever is about to happen and I know my life will not remain the same.

I know I am confused right now but one thing is sure, I am the writer of my life story, I am writing what I want but a day will come when I will no longer have control over my life story anymore.

This is indeed a new beginning but I have no idea whether it is going to be a good beginning or a sad one filled with nothing but sorrow.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐