The Billionaire’s Pretend Fiancée

Sofie’s POV

I screamed, and squeezed my eyes open in fear as I felt cold, chilly water cascade down my body.

When I calmed down, I saw Lana standing in front of me with her arms crossed, a pail beside her, and a cold countenance mauling her features.

“What was that for?” I said as I shivered, from the aftermath of the sudden shower of cold water.

A week and a day has passed since I was kidnapped and I was still clad in the same skimpy mini gown.

I was convinced Lana wanted me to freeze to death.

I had been studying her behavior since Roman had mistakenly blurted out that I was pregnant, and the way she acted around me was so weird that it aroused more suspicions in me.

For example, she has directed her men to start serving me whatever I wanted since that day instead of the same meatless, thin, brown soup that I was usually served twice a day.

To me, it felt like I was a sacrificial lamb that was being pumped full with food for it’s impending death.

And that thought badly scared me. It was as if it further confirmed just how powerless I was in my current situation.

“Ronald told me that you have refused to eat again. Don’t tell me you’re rebelling against me.” She scoffed.

“Of course not. I just don’t feel like eating anything, Lana. Thanks for your benevolence but I really am not hungry.” I said, and as if to shame me, my stomach grumbled just as I finished talking.

I bowed my head in shame as I inwardly cursed my stomach, even though it was only doing its job to keep me and my baby alive.

“Suit yourself then. I’m not the one who is pregnant with a bastard.” She muttered, lowering herself in front of me to look me right in the eye.

I smirked as I stared at her before hurling a large dollop of spittle on her face.

Her reaction was instant and amusing to watch.

She shrieked with her eyes closed. “Alfred, do everything you can to wipe this shit off me this instant!”

The thug bowed before using a napkin to wipe the mess I made off her face. I had to say, it was really satisfying to watch her run around like an headless chicken.

I felt the impact of the blow before I could register anything. I watched through hooded eyes as blood trickled down my face from where Lana has struck me with a nailed wood.

I had no idea how or when she had gotten the wood, all I knew was that I could feel an incoming terrible migraine.

The nail had ferociously dug into my forehead into my forehead, and I was sure it’d leave a jagged scar.

“How dare you, you fucking insect! I have been too lenient with you lately, haven’t I?” She spat, dangerously swinging the bloodied wood in front of me.

“I-I’m sorry.” I whispered when she pointed the wood to my stomach.

She just laughed, and flung the wood to the ground. “Don’t worry. I won’t kill either you or the bastard inside you right now. I have to keep the both of you alive until Roman gets here.”

My eyes lit up. “R-Roman is coming here?”

She ignored my question. “Now, don’t get too ecstatic, darling. If you think you’re gonna have a happy reunion with him, then let me tell you something.”

She placed her mouth against my left ear, and whispered. “You’re badly mistaken.”

I frowned. “What do you mean? What psychopathic plans do you have?”

She mocked a gesture of being in deep concentration. “Hmm, Sofie. I don’t know if I should tell you everything because I plan to give you a surprise. I don’t want to ruin my surprise but I’ll give you a little hint.”

“What is it?” I asked, glaring at her.

“This will end with that bastard gutted out of your stomach and your death. And oh, Roman will be watching everything. I would get rid of you both right in front of him, and watch him lose his mind.” She giggled as she clapped joyfully.

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“I guess I told you more than I wanted to.” She pouted before giggling again.

“You have gone mad, Lana. And you need either an exorcism or shock therapy to save you.” I snarled at her.

She remained unperturbed. “At least I have options that can save me. Other than Roman, who else can save you from this place?”

I shook my head as I stared at her. “I feel sorry for you, Lana. You have so much yet you’re still so pathetic.”

She angrily gnashed her teeth, as she harshly cupped my jaw. “Keep that damn mouth shut.”

“Get me my bottle of brandy, some ice and a glass cup, Ronald.” She ordered, straightening to her full length.

The said thug nodded but didn’t leave which made Lana scoff. “Do you want some bus fare? Why the hell are you still here?”

“There’s a problem, madam. I thought the brandy belonged to Alfred, and I mist-arghhh!” The rest of his statement got cut off, as Lana brought out a gun from her purse and shot him in the arm.

I gasped, terrified as I watched her calmly put the gun back into her purse.

“Throw him out. I don’t want to ever see a thief like this here again, am I clear?” She said, taking her seat on the throne chair.

“Yes, madam.” The other two thugs said before dragging their colleague out like a sack of beans.

I shivered with trepidation as I watched her light a cigarette.

Although it happened right in front of me, I still couldn’t believe Lana had truly shot someone all because of a mere bottle of brandy.

“The nerve of that wretched bastard.” She hissed, before drawing a long puff out of the cigarette.

“Lana, what are you going to gain from all these?” I whispered, tears clogging my throat.

“Roman. What else?” She said carelessly.

“And do you think Roman would ever love a person who killed his fiancée and child right in front of him?” I asked.

“That shouldn’t concern you, Sofie.” She barked, agitated. “What you should be thinking of is whether you’ll ever get out of here alive.”

I snorted out an humorless chuckle as tears blurred my vision. “You’re a monster, Lana. A hopeless monster.”

“Okay, I’ve had enough of your yapping.” She said, uncapping a syringe and stabbing my neck with it.

As my vision became blurrier, I croaked out. “Y-You can never know peace.”

“I don’t care about peace.” She chuckled, and I managed to dart her a weak glare before slipping into unconsciousness.