The Billionaire's Unwanted Bride novel Chapter 99

A WEEK AFTER

Tessa's POV

I would never have hurt Aidan's baby, I wasn't that cruel. Besides, the baby had an innocent look and I would never have hurt her because of what her father had done to me.

I did what I did so I could get Aidan's attention and I can finally use the opportunity to have him to myself and probably lie that my pregnancy is his. I never knew this is where it would land me. I never knew I would be considered a criminal.

I kept telling them that I am pregnant but no one seems to be listening to my lamentations. I know my father won't help me, he is mad at me and I am sure he has already disowned me by now. I don't know who I am pregnant for and I tried guessing if it is for Damien, William, or Trevor, or even the guy I had sex with at the party.

One of my boys betrayed me and brought them to the house where I hid them. I had no other options left so hosting them in the mansion was the only way out, so as not to incur the wrath of my father when he came back home and I wasn't home. I called the boys that I worked with years back to deal with Alex to help.

They kidnapped Lily and her nanny and I told them to bring them to the mansion on foot. I kept Lily and her nanny in the underground ditch my father used to hide us, Freya, my mother, and I, when we were still young and whenever he was having any issues with his business.

Dad had a lot of rivals when we were little and we were always heavily guarded so they wouldn't get back at dad through us. Freya and I became used to that lifestyle and when it was time for us to gain our freedom, dad wouldn't let us so we went wild, especially me.

I felt that ditch was the only place to keep them till I can achieve my aim and let them go. All I wanted was for Aidan to come looking for them here and I would promise to help. That was my plan. But here I am, in a cell, looking miserable and dying to have someone to take me out of here.

I didn't take my arrest very seriously when they came into the house. I thought I was going to go scot-free, by telling them where I hide Lily and her nanny and calling my father to come and release me on bail but I was fucking wrong.

Damien is dead, I heard. I would have called him. I wonder who is responsible for his death. I still can't believe the man I had sex with just a week ago who was standing like a god is dead. Damien seems untouchable and too smart to be assassinated, just like that.

I know he likes me. If only he was still alive, I would have called him to help, I know he will find a way to get me out of here.

My father didn't even visit me but my mother promised to make sure he helps me out. It's been a week already and I am still stuck here. I tried talking to Aidan but he was bent on seeing me rot in here. He was deeply hurt. Now I regret my actions.

I can't talk to Anna or Aidan's mother so they can help me plead with Aidan to let me go because of my pregnancy. I also thought of lying that the baby is his but I know I will be in more trouble if I did that.

Aidan will know that I am lying and even if Anna believes it or anyone else, Aidan will request for a paternity test and that will put me in a bigger trouble.

Williams came visiting once and he never came back. Everyone left me, even my best friend. I haven't seen Zoe since I was brought in here. Now I don't know who to run to for help. I don't know who loves me enough to get me out of this hell hole. I can't have my baby here.

Even though my baby doesn't have a father, she deserves better. I know I am a bad person but I am willing to change for my baby.

Is it too late already?

Should I call Freya to come and help me? I was having doubts about calling Freya for help. Her husband isn't rich and I doubt if there is anything they can both do to help me out. There is just one thing Freya can do to help me and that is talking to our father but I know that will never happen.

Father doesn't consider Freya as his child anymore and he wouldn't even talk to her, despite all these years. Now that I am in the same boat as my sister, I have a feeling this is where I will end. This is my new home.

I kept thinking nonstop of who to call until an idea took a form in my head and I called Trevor. He is my last option, even though I vowed not to have anything to do with him again. I called him and he promised to visit.

Seeing Trevor before me now is giving me hope and a new surge of confidence that I will be out of here if Trevor believes my lie.

"You are pregnant for me?" He asks me again as if to be sure.

The repeated question is making me have a second thought about the whole thing.

Should I just tell him no? What if he demands a paternity test? What if he doesn't believe me?

I know this baby isn't his. Trevor and I had sex two months ago. It was a coincidence and I didn't plan it. We met at a party, I was drunk and he was too.

I tried to get away from him because I felt he was a bad person for not doing his best to see me married to his son. He followed me and we ended up having sex in his car. It happened again and again in his car till I became sober in the morning. I left before he woke up.