Billionaire Baby Daddy

ABIGAIL POV: *A month ago* In the dimness of the room, only a faint moonlight streamed through the window, and it was so quiet that I could only hear my own breath. After drinking an unknown beverage, I suddenly felt incredibly hot, unable to move and confined to the bed. I sensed a man abruptly barging in, panting heavily as he pressed himself against me. Yet, I could feel his impressive physique, taut muscles, and an intense allure. My heart raced, almost overheating. I was afraid of him, but my body found comfort in his touch. He gently caressed the inside of my thigh, sending pleasurable shivers down my spine. However, I quickly realized that I couldn't just give away my virginity to a stranger on my birthday, especially when I couldn't even see his face clearly. "No, this can't happen..." I tried to push him away, but I had no strength whatsoever. He held me tighter, forcefully claiming my lips and prying open my teeth with his tongue, entwining with mine. Each time I rejected him, he kissed me deeper, and the sensation electrified my entire body. I couldn't resist anymore, closing my eyes and willingly extending my own tongue. I could feel a certain part of him growing hard and scorching, starting to rub against my private parts. "Mmm..." I couldn't suppress a moan. It drove him completely wild. He tore off my skirt, fully exposing my plump breasts, which stood erect like doves, making me blush with shame, almost on the verge of tears. "No, you can't..." I cried out. He seemed to sense my fear, leaning down and wiping away my tears. By the moonlight, I caught a glimpse of his deep forest-green eyes, filled with tender desire, causing my breath to hitch. Then, he grabbed one of my hands and gently kissed my wrist, arm, shoulder, and then my breasts. He licked my n*****s like a puppy, causing my head to tilt back, releasing joyful sounds from deep within my throat. "May I continue?" he asked me. He relinquished control to me, as if he wouldn't proceed unless I said stop. Soon enough, I was no longer afraid like before, and I yearned for him to bring me further pleasure. My body involuntarily drew closer to him. I heard him smirk, and without hesitation, he penetrated my wet p***y. Under his wild pounding, I kept coming repeatedly throughout the entire night... *Now* My stepmother, Naomi, is holding my pregnancy test results and shouting in my ear. "Wow, Abby, you're quite something! Who would have thought that right after your eighteenth birthday, you'd end up knocked up by someone else!" Her voice is sharp, like a thorn. I bury my head, feeling my cheeks start to burn. She’s right. Just a month ago, I had s*x with a stranger, but I have absolutely no recollection of who he was, and now I'm pregnant with his child! Naomi somehow got hold of my pregnancy test results and eagerly came to humiliate me. "Give it back to me!" I glare at Naomi's face with anger, demanding that she return the report to me. Naomi smirks at me and starts circling around, ending up behind me. "What's the matter, Miss Winchester?" her sharp voice echoes from behind me. "Are you ashamed of doing something so disgraceful and afraid of others finding out?" I turn around, attempting to snatch the report from her hand, but she quickly steps back, and I miss the opportunity. "You better not tell my father!" I stare at her. "Oh my, did you say your father?" She feigns surprise, widening her mouth, and raises the report high in the air. "Even though it's not exactly honorable..." she lowers her tone, adding. "Don’t you dare!" I yell, warning her, clenching my fist in anger. She bursts into a loud and piercing laughter, like a triumphant victor. "If you get down on your knees and beg me, maybe I'll consider not telling your father," she mocks with a smirk on her lips. "After all, it was you who brought shame upon the Winchester family." Naomi's arrogant attitude completely infuriates me, and I retaliate, "Naomi! You're the one who’s shameless!" "You used to be my best friend! But after my mother died, you climbed into my father's bed and became his new wife! Shamelessly acting like a mistress, giving orders in my own home! You b***h!" I raise my hand, ready to slap her, but just then, my father bursts into my room. "Abigail! What are you doing?" he roars at me. Immediately, Naomi covers her face, pretending to cry, and throws herself into my father's arms. "Darling, I was just trying to comfort Abby... After all, she suddenly got pregnant and doesn't even know who the father is. She must be scared... But I never expected her to hate me so much and even slap me." I see my father narrow his cold gray eyes and his face turns incredibly dark. "Abigail, I never thought you could be so promiscuous!" he accuses. "You've tarnished the Winchester name, you filthy girl!" My father's words pierce through my heart like a sword, and his eyes are filled with disgust towards me. I tremble uncontrollably, desperately holding back my tears, refusing to let them fall from my eyes. Naomi starts talking again. "Darling, please don't say such things to Abby. She's already in a pitiful state. If she hadn't messed around with some security guard on her birthday, she wouldn't be pregnant... Please forgive her..." Oh my goodness! What is Naomi saying? It was clearly her who fooled around with the security guard in the storage room that day! She's the one who cheated on my father! And now she's trying to blame it all on me! "Naomi! You b***h!" I scream in anger, intending to confront her. But before I can do anything, I feel a powerful impact on my left cheek. I lose my balance and fall to the ground. Soon, my cheek stings with pain, and I realize that my father has unreservedly slapped me. "That's enough! You ungrateful bastard! From today onwards, get out of my house!" He leaves these words behind and slams the door shut. Naomi remains in place. She crouches down, putting on a pitiful expression, and then says, "Oh Abby, look how pitiful you are, getting beaten by your own father. Must hurt, doesn't it?" "Get lost, you filthy w***e!" I spit at her and feel blood in my mouth. “That is hurtful Abigail! I thought we were still friends after all we have been through.” Naomi frowns. With an exasperated sigh Naomi frowns and sits on my unmade bed, flips her bright red hair behind her shoulder and casually admires her freshly done nails.  She is wearing a fluffy pink robe and matching pink fuzzy slippers and looks like a tacky poodle. Her skin looks too tight, with high cheekbones protruding. Her cat green eyes flash with a spark of mischief as her words sharply come out of her botched injection-filled lips. Naomi's face disgusts me, and I can't fathom why my father is so obsessed with this plastic surgery oddity. “Fine whatever, so I guess I will just give you the news straight then. Your father wanted a reason to beat you and send you to Italy now and you gave him the best fuel for it.” “Since when do you meddle in family affairs?” I ask as I roll my eyes. “Since I became pregnant with your father’s child, and he named me head of the Winchester house.” Her mood suddenly brightens as she rubs her small pudgy stomach.  Naomi is pregnant? I thought she’s just getting fat! Fine! Now I know why my father listens to her for everything! Naomi will give birth to my father’s child, my replacement. And she will completely take over my mother’s position and become the lady of the Winchester! Realization hits me like a blast of cold water to the face, and I have to sit down and take a deep breath to regain my composure. Naomi muffles a laugh with her hand before clearing her throat and sitting up straight. Honestly, this all makes sense now. It must have been Naomi that rigged my 18th birthday.  I mean yes she made it a combined birthday party for me and her little sister that had the same birthday as me. She lived out of town but came there just for that special day..  The cake, the guests, all of it handpicked by Naomi. She must have been the one to slip me the drugs that night and sent me to the room with that man to lose my virginity. She knew that was my most prized possession since it was the last thing I had control over in my life. “Pack quickly the car is downstairs waiting for you. Your flight leaves soon,” Naomi gloats, a satisfactory grin plastered on her fake lips as she walks out of my room, leaving the door wide open. I sit in front of my vanity, my mind racing while catching a glimpse of my own reflection in the mirror. Glaring at my reflection, I see my normally sparkling blue eyes are rimmed red and surrounded by dark circles. There's a handprint on my left cheek from my father's slap. Previously luscious blonde waves now hang haggard down my back. If only my 18th birthday hadn’t happened the way it did last month, if only I could remember the face or even the voice of the man from that passion-filled night. But everything has already happened. Now my stepmother Naomi is in control of my home, and my father doesn't listen to a word I say. However, the most important thing is that I'm pregnant now. If I stay here, my father will surely make me get rid of this mysterious child. Naomi wants me to leave this house, and my father plans to send me to Italy because he no longer wants to see me. Well, that works out perfectly. I will do everything in my power to give birth to my child. When I am ready, I will come back here and reclaim what is rightfully mine. I wipe away the tears from my face and quickly pack my suitcase, making sure to place Mom’s picture on top for safe keeping before I step to my doorway and give the room one final glance. This is the same room I’ve been in since I was a newborn, though the décor changed over the years to go with my new tastes and interests. With a sad smile I turn and make my way downstairs to the waiting car. “Enjoy your flight, don’t bother to write.” Naomi giggles from the top of the stair banister looking over with satisfaction, sly as the vixen she resembles. “Trust me I won’t,” I reply throwing a middle finger in the air as I walk out the front doors, ready to face my new life, one that will never have to include these despicable people ever again.