Taken By The Arrogant Billionaire

Dylan stood in the garden, staring at the full moon, like it will solve all his problems. He took a sip of his vodka, his other hand In his pocket.

He tore his gaze away from the sky and when he felt a pat on his back.

“Am I getting a sister-in-law soon, or you’re just pulling the old man’s legs?” Jared asked.

Dylan sighed.

“It’s complicated”

Jared’s lips curled up.

“Care to share?”

Dylan turned to stare at his brother, as if wondering if he should tell him or not.

“It all happened on my visit to Elgar city. I went alone and after the meeting, the head insisted that I stayed for a drink. I drank a bit, unaware that it was spiked. They tried to force a lady on me but with the little consciousness in me, I resisted. I somehow returned to the hotel and entered my room. A few seconds later, I saw a woman enter my room. The effect was at it’s peak, so I lost all sense of reasoning and…..” He sighed again. He could count how many times he sighed in a day.

“At first, I thought she was a spy at first but according to Sebastian’s report, she was not” he paused.

Jared kept silent, giving him all the time he needed.

“You know the most interesting part? She is pregnant”

Jared looked genuinely surprised.

“You’re serious?”

“Why would I joke about it?”

“You are sure it is yours?”

“I’ll find out, but that is most probably the case. According to my research, she doesn’t even have a boyfriend”

“The old man wants me to bring her in four days max, and I haven’t even seen her yet”

“Tell me if you need any help”

Dylan nodded absentmindedly.

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Sandy was back home. She sat on her bed, resting, according to the doctor’s instructions.

She had accepted her fate. She was going to keep the baby, secretly praying not to meet the man, so he won’t force her to abort the baby.

It was no news that the wealthy having a baby with a commoner was considered shameful.

Her phone rang.

She reached for it and accepted the call.

“Is this Miss Sandy Cornell?”

“Yes” she answered tentatively.

“You might not remember me, but we met weeks ago, at a hotel at….. Elgar”

Sandy’s heart beat sped up.

“Wait, are you….. that man?”

“Yes” Dylan answered solemnly.

She took in a sharp breath.

“What do you want?”

“I want us to meet”

“And if I don’t?”

“Look, Miss Cornell, I promise I won’t hurt you. I just….. I have something to tell you”

Sandy contemplated whether going was the right thing to do or not.

There was no way he would ask her to get rid of the baby, since he didn’t know, right?

She also wondered how he was able to find her since they met in another city.

“Where are we meeting?” She asked, making her decision. Before he could reply, she added.

“I want it to be outdoors”

Dylan smiled ruefully. He could understand her fears and reservations, but he could not blame her.

He chose a restaurant, very close to her house.

He asked her to set the time. She decided to leave the house at that moment and return before the girls returned. If they found out, they were going to nag nonstop.

She arrived, and her gaze zeroed in on someone seated at the far end of the restaurant. He raised his hand, letting her know where he was.

She walked towards him. He had on a long coat and sunglasses. He looked like he was in disguise. He stood up as soon as she reached him.

“What do you want?” She asked without sitting.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Can we talk somewhere else, a bit more private?”

Sandy’s brows furrowed and was about to lash out.

“Please” he pleaded.

She swallowed her words, kept quiet for some seconds as if thinking about it.

He should be able to do anything, right? Even if he tried, she had her penknife with her, in case he tried anything silly.

“Okay”

She followed him to a private room in the restaurant. She sat facing him as he scrambled for what to say. He was never like this. Many people bowed to him and always dished out criticism when needed, so this was a first.

“I… want to apologize. I know I acted like a jerk and no amount of apology can undo what happened but, I am sorry”

Sandy only stared. Dylan swallowed.

“I also want to offer you a deal”

Sandy brows wrinkled.

He surely didn’t know about that, right?

Dylan licked his lips. He hated how vulnerable he looked at the moment.

“Let’s get married” he mustered up his courage and said.

She looked at him like he had gone nuts.

“You are crazy” she said, for the first time since they arrived in the room, like she was stating a fact.

“I know it sounds that way, but can you just think about this?”

“Think about what? I barely know you. You know what? I’m leaving” she made to stand up.

“The baby….. It’s mine, right?”

All the blood drained from her face and she automatically fell back on her seat.

This cemented his uncertainty.

“How…how did you know?” She looked like she could faint any moment.

“I had you investigated?” He said, honestly.

“You-”

“I will not marry you” she said stubbornly.

“I will help you?”

“What?”

“I will finance your father’s surgery”

Sandy’s head shot up.

“You know about that too?”

He nodded.

She sighed tiredly.

She had visited home for that very reason. Her mum had contacted her that her father had been diagnosed with small cell carcinoma, lung cancer to be precise. It was still in the second stage.

Brandy Cornell, her father, was a heavy smoker, a drunk, and a chronic gambler.

Presently, he owed a loan shark an exorbitant amount of money and the man had been threatening her mum.

They needed money for his treatment and his debt, but their family had no one to turn to for help.

Her mum handled a small restaurant, and her dad was unemployed. He lost his factory job due to alcohol.

He wasn’t a responsible man, but he was still her father.

Now, she received an offer to pay for his hospital bills, but it came with a price-marry him. She was tempted.

“I’ll think about it” she said finally.

Dylan nodded. That was a good sign.

“Can you not take too much time?”

“I’ll try. What is your name, by the way?”

“Dylan Smith”

She felt the name sounded familiar, but she waved it off.

They parted ways, and she returned home, looking three times paler. She plopped down on the bed and reached for her laptop, hoping to find information about him on the internet.