A Trillionaire’s Revenge novel Chapter 32

LUKE'S POV

Natalie and I are outside, beside our car. She looks tired and pale, something I'd noticed for the past few days.

"Are you ready to go?" I ask her and she nods. I place my jacket over her shoulders. She gives a small smile and I begin to talk to her about the party. I want to know why she had on such a stern face and a cold tone with Senator Jackson but I realize that she's completely zoned out. She's a bit shaky, and when I realize she's about to fall, I hold her as tight as I can.

"Shit!" I yell and the chauffeur comes out. "To the manor, as fast as possible!" I say to the chauffeur, panicked.

I try to wake her numerous times, but she doesn't respond. However, she's breathing. "You have to hang in there, my love." I say as I reach for my phone to call Doctor Ava. She says she's on sick leave so she would be unable to make it. However, she'd send in another Doctor.

We are at the manor and I carry her bridal style into the house. Her eyes flutter open for a second but she slips back into unconsciousness. Arriving in our bedroom, I drop her on the bed as we await the Doctor.

The Doctor arrives about thirty minutes later, and although I want to yell, I keep it calm. She attends to Natalie, checking her pulse and giving her some shots. She checks her eyes with a tiny flashlight and uses her stethoscope to check Natalie's heartbeat.

"Congratulations, Mr. Carrington."

I'm confused, "Is my wife alright, Doctor? Why did she faint? Why isn't she waking up?" I ask.

"Your wife is healthy and she must remain that way. Your wife is pregnant and approximately, I would say it's been so for about two months." She replies. I'm in shock, complete awe. Mrs. Ruth comes in and the Doctor repeats herself. "Your wife is expecting, Mr. Carrington." Mrs. Ruth gasps.

I'm a combination of different emotions as I look at Natalie. This was not the plan. My mind echoes at me. My goal was to completely and utterly destroy the Richardson family from the inside using Natalie as my access key. Falling in love with her was never part of the plan. The truth is, I had never loved Natalie in the past—not until a few weeks ago. Not until, my feelings started getting attached to the constant sex we were having. I realized I Thad fallen for her, when she avoided me for a few days and didn't speak to me. Those days were like hell for me. With her distancing herself from me and not even saying a word to me, I realized that I couldn't live without her. I realized that although I was pretending to be in love with her, in reality, I was madly in love with her and it scared me. Now, she was having my child and the thought of her finding out my feelings in the beginning were false, was like a dagger stabbing me in the heart. I was distraught.

It is breakfast time and everyone is seated beautifully around the table, but the silence is awkward. For the past few minutes, Laurel had kept on throwing glances at me and smiling at my husband. The way she was looking at me, for the first time since I'd moved into the manor, made me feel uncomfortable and suspicious. My sixth sense knew something was up with her. My eyes meet with Rocky's, and I look away immediately. I would tell Luke after breakfast that I was fed up of Rocky living here. The last thing I needed was to be troubled or anxious during my pregnancy. I needed peace, and Rocky was a threat to my peace of mind.

I eat my pancakes and bacon and request for another plate as I sip my pineapple juice.

"Careful, Natalie. You don't wanna end up fat and shapeless, do you?" Laurel mocks me, oblivious to why I really needed the extra plate. I smile at her as Luke takes my hand.

"Laurel. Apologize. I won't tolerate you being so rude to my wife." Luke says, giving her a stern face. "How dare you?" He asks her.

"I'm sorry." She quickly responds. "Luke and I have something to share with all of you." We smile at each other.

"Luke and I, are expecting a baby. I'm pregnant." I say. Luke leans in for a kiss. I can feel the steam radiating off Laurel and Rocky. Laurel drops her fork violently.

"You didn't tell me, Luke." She says, her eyes watery but a frown intact on her face. She was always quick to tears for a sharp mouthed girl.

I look at Luke, confused. Luke speaks. "I should have told you that I wanted to get my wife pregnant or I should have told you before doing so? What the hell, Laurel?"