Filed To Story: Finding the Secret Daddy for My Baby Novel
Richard was usually a calm and collected man at work, but he scrambled to hold his daughter when the nurse handed the baby to him. He carefully held the baby and looked at her. She was sleeping after crying so much. His heart melted.
“How‘s my wife doing?”
“She‘s taking a break. You‘re not allowed to see her at the moment.” The nurse told him what Angela said.
Richard was amused. He did want to go inside, but since Angela made that order, he waited until she was done taking a break.
Angela felt a weight being lifted off her shoulders after giving birth. It felt like she just finished her duty. Daphne was beside her, crying. Her heart went out for Angela, and Angela had to console her instead.
“Don‘t cry, Mom. I‘m not crying, and I‘m the one who gave birth.”
“It must have been painful for you.” Daphne was a successful businesswoman, and she really loved her daughter. She‘d do anything if it meant her daughter wouldn‘t get hurt.
A smile curled Angela‘s lips. Back in the operating room, she swore she would never get pregnant again, but when she saw her daughter coming to this world safe and sound, crying without a care in the world, she forgot all the pain she had suffered. All she felt was contentment.
It was like she just did the most important thing in her life
She had enough rest from the one month of confinement. The whole family was willing to take care of the baby, so she had a wonderful time. Angela came back looking healthy and glistening.
At a quiet coffee shop in a mall, a woman with a resumé in her hands was sitting at a table. She closed her eyes in frustration and anger. She just got refused by another company.
She had been job hunting for two months, but still no luck. This woman was Victoria. Ever since she was fired from the Translation Department, she had been waiting for news of Ren‘s failure to get reelected. Reality didn‘t go as she wished, of course. Now he and Ruka were in a different world than she was.
She had used all her connections to get into the Translation Department and spent all her time on work. Eventually she made it to department head, but now her father was taken down and she too was fired. Ever since then, she could only job hunt at private companies. Falling from heaven hurt her a lot.
She scoffed at most job offers, but she couldn‘t provide the recruiters with her past experience, so all she got were offers for regular positions. It wasn‘t what she wanted.
Eventually she broke down, and she regretted what she did. Why did I stake my future on a man I might not even get to have in the end?
It was too late for regrets, though. She played all her cards, and it resulted in a mess.
After she was booted out of upper society, nobody would tell her any news about Ren and Ruka, even when she tried to ask. All she knew was that they got married.
He loves her so much. They‘re gonna be really happy. He didn‘t date anyone until he was thirty–three years old. All just for her. His love for her runs deep.
No matter how much she wanted to deny it, the peak of her life was gone, and it would never return. Her strongest backer had fallen.
The summer sun shone brightly on a landmark hotel in the city center. It gleamed a brilliant golden, shining on the city.
A woman in a red dress stood before president suite number 8808 with a card in her hand. The woman took a deep breath and closed her eyes in an attempt to hold her fury back. Finally, she unlocked the door.
The key card reader let out a beep, and she kicked the door open. Before the people inside could react, she whipped her phone out and recorded the messy room, including the couple on the bed, who were sleeping in each other‘s embrace.
The woman on the bed let out a scream. The man opened his eyes and pulled the woman into his arms. He glared at the woman who was taking a video. “What are you doing, Queenie? Stop recording!”
“My fiance and my sister just betrayed me. Tell me, why shouldn‘t I take proof of your betrayal, scum? This isn‘t the only thing I‘ll do. I‘m going to post it online too.”
“Are you mad, Queenie? Leslie and I are made for each other! You‘re the third wheel here!” The woman in the man‘s arms raised her head. The light shone on her, and surprisingly, she looked just like the woman in red.
“Bonnie‘s right, Queenie. She‘s the one I love, not you.”
Queenie peered at the man. They got engaged a year ago, but now he was holding her twin sister in his arms, protecting her like she was his greatest treasure.
Queenie clenched her jaw and held up her phone. “Fine. I’ll be the bigger person and post your scandalous behavior to both our families‘ chat groups. Everyone will know about the two of you!”
“Leslie, quick, take her phone away from her! Don’t let her post anything!” Bonnie exclaimed in fear.
The man leaped out of bed at once and charged over to Queenie without caring that he was only clad in his underwear. He was determined to snatch Queenie’s phone away, so she rushed for the door.
“Get her. Leslie!” the woman behind them commanded.
Queenie had just started running when she realized her grave mistake. She should not have worn heels! She fled around the corner and heard a door opening.
She flew into the room without hesitation. The man inside the room was caught unaware and she ended up bashing him in the forehead, which sent him stumbling to the ground.
Queenie hurriedly shut the door and stood with her back against it. It was then that she realized there was a tall, young man in a gray shirt lying on the ground.
He sat up with a wince and continued to groan in pain as he clutched his forehead.
Queenie hastened to mutter her apology. “I’m so sorry, sir! Are you alright?!”
The man looked up at once. The soft morning sun had lit up the room, but the man’s expression was dark and stormy. There was a noticeable red lump on his forehead which looked extremely out of place on his otherwise flawless, fair face.
“Do I look like I’m alright?” He got up from the floor and his towering frame made Queenie, who was leaning against the door, gulp.
He was so tall–6 feet and 1 inches. She felt pressured.
Just then, a woman’s voice came in from the corridor. “Did she escape? What should we do, Leslie?”
Queenie immediately clapped her hands together and stared at the man with pleading eyes. She looked like a kicked puppy.
“Let me hide in here, please, it’ll only be for a moment. Just a short while,” she begged before pressing her ear against the door to hear what was being said outside.
“Hah. If she dares to post it, I’ll make her pay!” a man growled viciously.
“How did she get the card to our room? Isn’t this supposed to be the best hotel in the city? I want to file a complaint.”
Once the voices were gone, Queenie finally sighed in relief, but when she turned around, she realized she had yet another problem on her hands.
A problem in the form of a handsome man who had a swollen forehead thanks to her. He was glaring daggers at her.
“Let me take you to the hospital, sir!”
However, he merely pointed at the door and commanded icily, “Get out.”
“Yes, right away!” Queenie replied before scurrying out the door.
At the same time, the man’s phone started ringing and he picked it up. “Hello?”
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