The Billionaire's Sex Slave

Cheated

Andrius POV

“I’m sorry, Sir Andrius. Madam Reya gave me the command.”

After the driver informed me of what happened to what I had ordered, I threw away the glass I was holding. I’m not sure where Caroline is anymore. My mind is exploding. I want to repeatedly hit the wall. Someone instantly contacted my phone before my rage had dissipated. I didn’t think twice about checking to see who had called. I instantly placed that into my ear and waited for the person on the other end of the line to speak.

“Child. What are you going to wear to your and Beatrice’s wedding? It’s getting close, and you still don’t have a suit.” My mother’s formerly icy tone has suddenly been replaced with a cheerful tone. This is what I used to expect from her. To be healthy again after what my father did to her. Regardless of what daddy did to her, she couldn’t accept a divorce, and she continued to do evil things.

“When did you return to Turkey?” I’m the one who has a sour tone. I’m not sure when she got back from Turkey. She was still in Madrid with daddy when our wedding took place, and she is now the reason Caroline vanished forever.

I’m not sure where the discomfort in my chest originated from. If it’s because I’m acclimated to her presence, if it’s because I don’t want her to leave, or if it’s because I know I love her.

“Oh my goodness. Why would you speak to your mother in such a manner? Is something going on?” I was even more surprised by her teasing because she softened her voice as if she didn’t have to sin. I had no idea what I was going to do with them. When I didn’t answer, she spoke again to cheer the call. “That woman is the one who wants herself to leave. Why would you even suppress what she wants? Didn’t you treat her badly?”

“BECAUSE YOU CHEATED ME! WITH BEATRICE!” My neck has already become bright red with wrath. I’m not sure where I’m going to search for Caroline now. I never spoke to my mother again and hung up the phone. I take my coat from where it was hanging on the chair. Beatrice enters the room as soon as I leave. Her eyes opened when she saw me, but I only gave her a stern glance before walking away.

When I was about to go up to the top of the building to pass on my way home, someone sent me a notification. I don’t know where that came from, but it’s an article. I read it to the end and photo of the woman. I said I would protect what I saw. I stood up straight. My hair stood on end. I don’t know what reaction I will make. My eyes widen. I immediately ran to the plane. The pilot arrived just minutes later.

I attempted to contact an investigator to find out what had occurred. They are presently looking into what happened to Caroline after she left the house. I couldn’t put my feet or hands down. They are trembling with rage. Even after I landed in Turkey, I had not received any news.

--After 3 Months--

I had to wait a long time. Time. Day. Months. Caroline, on the other hand, did not appear. My marriage continued, but Caroline did not show up. I have received no information from her. All CCTVs capable of gathering information were non-existent. That was all removed since they didn’t want to give anything away when they paid for the copy.

It’s as though someone is attempting to conceal information. It was all over, and I couldn’t get over the loneliness I was experiencing.

Please, come back.

Caroline POV

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“Ma’am, I’m sorry and we couldn’t buy what you wanted to eat,” Mylene said, scratching her brow. Because I’m still not used to having so many people around me, she’s the only one I’ve left here. Another reason I like it is that Mary and she have a lot of enthusiasm and common. As a result, the home remains bright and boisterous.

I asked her to get durian since I was hungry and craved it, and that’s what I wanted to eat. I massaged my tummy like a ripe watermelon. I rose, lowered my feet that resting on the tiny table, and examined Mylene’s purchases. I grabbed the cheese as soon as I saw it because I was salivating again.

“There you go ma’am, You’ve already eaten the cheese I bought because you’re the only one who ran out of our cheese here in the refrigerator!” Mylene chuckled. She captured Mary’s gesture.

I removed the cheese wrapper and bit into it like it was just a sandwich. Mylene laughed at me and touched my stomach, then squeezed it.

“Because you’re so greedy, your mommy’s fat!” She put her ear on my stomach then shouted. “AHHHH !!! BABY KICKED!” She jumped when she felt that while I ignored her and just ate the cheese. I can’t even feel the salt in it. I feel like it’s delicious.

When I found out I was pregnant, I didn’t want to accept it because I hated my body for what that rapist did. Stanley helped me not to have an abortion. He stayed here too long. He just left when he could make sure I was okay. My hair has also gone down to my neck.

I don’t want to blame the child for a sin he or she did not commit. Even if he was the result of the mistakes of the one who raped me, I can’t blame him and pour my anger on him. I will not chastise it, I willingly accept it. And one more thing, I have something to hold on to. When Andrius and I did sexual things, he didn’t use a condom, and he always shot me inside. I also couldn’t use pills, so I

still hoped that the child I was carrying might be his. But I don’t care who else to be his father. I will still accept it in my whole heart.

When the cheese ran out, I went to the refrigerator and drank some water. Mylene is back to arranging groceries. I turned on the TV and sat down on the sofa. As I leaned my back and looked up at the ceiling, I just listened to the news until I heard again the names of people I had not heard in a long time.

“Our Thrilled News today is the news about the wedding of the famous Young Business Executive Billionaire and the heir of the Scotts! This is probably what they call a real-life fairytale! What do you think, Fred? m” After the newscaster said that, I smiled bitterly.

“Fairytale, eh?”