The Billionaire's Unwanted Bride

Anna's POV

I stir in my sleep, remembering I have an errand to run for mom. I've been absent from school for more than a week now. I have been sick. Today is Friday and I have been doing nothing all day but to sleep.

I stretch with a yawn and turn to check the clock. It is 6 pm already.

"Shit", I scramble out of my bed. Mom asked me to go get groceries, we are out of milk, eggs, and bread. These past few days, I have been taking more milk than usual and we have no more milk in the house anymore.

I spend most of the time alone at home, doing absolutely nothing. I am always sleeping or watching a movie. I did nothing today other than take a bath and sleep after taking lunch.

I intended to take a nap for a few minutes before going to the grocery shop, a few distances away from here. It is quite near, so I don't need to take a cab.

I dash out of my room and rush to the kitchen, where mom kept the money for groceries. I pick it up and run back to my room.

I am thinking of changing my dress into something more decent. I am wearing a short and a small top. I throw my closet open and pick out a pair of long trousers. I wore it and move out, with my phone.

I feel refreshed from sleeping for hours. Mom usually comes back late ever since she got her new job. I am grateful to Pamela for the help. It's been a week now since I fell sick, mom thought I was attempting to abort the baby.

I thought of it but I would never do that with my own hands. Mom saw a bottle of drugs in front of me and jumped to conclusions. I got the drugs from a pharmacy the day before and it turned out to be fake.

I want the baby to be alive and I also want to be free from the shackles of having a baby without a father. When mom mentioned the idea of meeting with him, I kicked against it.

I know how stubborn my mother can be and I am sure she went ahead with it. She didn't say anything to me about meeting with Aidan Alvarez, my baby father but I have a feeling she did meet him but it didn't end well.

I am patiently waiting for when she would bring up the idea of aborting the baby again, I will gladly do it since the father doesn't want it.

I am three months gone already and I have made a decision not to tamper with the pregnancy once it is four or five months. I asked the doctor that attended to me some questions and he made it known to me that it is risky to abort a baby after 3 months.

I have no intention to meet with the father, I have no courage to do that. Even if my mother insists on keeping the baby, I will do as she says without looking for the father. He doesn't need to know he has a baby somewhere. I am capable of taking care of my baby, without his help.

I once thought of dropping out of school and getting a job to help mom out with everything but I know she would never allow that. She will insist I continue school but I am ashamed of myself.

pregnancy and what people will think of me when my

never been so indecisive in my life, this will be the first hard decision in years. I haven't concluded on what to do with my life and the baby.

the house and within 10 minutes, I am done. I pay the cashier

getting dark already and I am in a haste to get home and wear a

not having her around most of the time, because her former job takes up much more of her time than the present one but these

home, I feel a strange feeling and observe that I

it is one of my wild imaginations but when the thoughts persist and I notice I am right, I begin to shiver, not because of the cold but out

too. My heart is pounding wildly in my chest and

down and he did the same, then I begin to run. He follows.

I decide to seek cover there so I can see who is stalking me. I hurry into the alley, breathing heavily.

looked back when I first notice someone was following me. The

scold myself mentally for not coming out with my bag. I always have pepper spray in my bag whenever I am out of the house. I learned how to protect and

night I almost got raped right in

when I am in college, there is always

little weapon and it gives me a sense of protection and confidence. It helped me out during high school

now, I feel vulnerable and unprotected without

being kidnapped by my stalker. I know how to throw a few kicks and punches, maybe this will do.

for me. His head is forward, looking towards the

Who is he?

is down,

step towards him but before I can throw him a punch like I anticipate I will, he grabs my hand.

He says softly. I stop struggling. The voice sounds

me go. I move away from

hand is out again, ready to punch his face if he

stalker", he replies and moves away. The hood is still covering

stops. I am silent, wondering why he is stalking me. He takes another step and I stop