Chapter 4
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MARCO
I was fixing my tie when someone knocked.
"Good morning Sir, someone is looking for you and she said it's an emergency," she said and immediately my chest beat as soon as I heard what she had to say.
"She?" I ask that I want to know who that is.
"Yes, Sir"
"Let her come in," I said, not bothering to ask the name of whoever it will be.
I was surprised to see her slowly enter my office, yes I know that one of these days she is going to go to me but I didn't know she would come to me right away. Mirana looked around the room and was surprised when she read my name on the table. I expect this to happen and I need to stand up for what I have been doing since the beginning. I don't know why it's so hard for me to forgive her.
At first, I was about to forgive her in Brazil and was willing to tell her that I was the Kid she knew but she still betrayed me. It was just so painful and she even-handed the baby over to someone else even though I was the real father. And now she was standing in front of me with obvious panic.
"Kid," she whispered that I had longed to hear that from her lips but now it made me even more angry that I didn't know why.
Is it because I am reminded of the humiliation she has caused me?
"Kid," I bitterly mocked
"Oh come on Mirana Vaughn! Is that all you can say? Welcome me,"
I said sarcastic and comfortably sat at my desk. I looked at her closely and to this day her beauty is still wanting even though her dress is simple, the bulge of her stomach obvious.
She was also pale and a little depressed, I wanted to tell her if she cared for the child she was taking. I also noticed her slippers and in my estimation, she only attached with a shoe glue because it looked worn out. Doesn't she have money to buy cheap sandals?
"So tell me, why are you here?" comfortable I asked as I looked her in the eye. I noticed that she was a little surprised or embarrassed by his presence.
"Don't be so ambitious that I will put you in my good chairs because people like you are dirt," I reluctantly told her that she had shed her tears. I don't know if I should believe her tears or is this one of her worthless art.
"I have your child," she says that doesn't surprise me at all. I know the child she is carrying is mine but I should not just allow it without replacement.
"Mine?" I laugh sarcastically.
"It's yours," she said tearfully while holding her tummy.
"How can I be sure it's mine?" I raised my eyebrow as I crossed my arms.
"It is-" she bit her lower lip.
"If you think you can fool me again like what you did to Adam, well you're mistaken. I don't even know if that child you are bearing is totally mine and you're just telling that because I'm rich, I have a lot of money. Tell me how much do you want and I'll give it to you instantly," I sternly said as I stood straight and eyed her from head to toe like I was disgusted to see her crying.
Does she really hurt or just play?
"If you are here just to make a scene, then you should already leave the woman. You're wasting my time and time for me is money," I coldly said and gestured to the door for her to leave.
"I'll do anything, anything Marco just for the child, please I'm begging you," she said desperately as the tears ran down freely in her cheeks and her hands were held tight.
"Just for the child," she whispered enough for me to hear.
"anything?" I asked surely, this is exactly what I'm waiting for her to say.
"anything" she answered in a raspy voice as her tears still ran freely on her cheeks but wiped it away.
"Then be my servant, you will do anything I command and that child is my answer," I stated as I look at her, and by the time Mirana gives birth to my child, I will move the baby away from her. And she could go and look for her new life and of course, I would give her a percentage because she brought my son along for the rest of her life.
"Do we have a deal," I asked and a playful smile showed on my face.
"Deal," she replied that I could not see in her eyes if she was hurting but that I should not waste the time. What was important was she agreed with me.
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