The Billionaire's Unwanted Bride

Chapter 15

Evelyn's POV

I walk elegantly into the company, wearing one of the dresses Pamela got for me during the shopping

she did with my daughter, Anna the other day.

I have been home since that day trying to figure out how to meet with the so-called youngest billionaire

and womanizer. I have been thinking of what to say to him and how to convince him to do my bidding.

I see no reason why I should allow my daughter to go on with the abortion, I only suggested it in the

first place because I was having a feeling that I will lose my job soon. I didn't want Anna to give birth to

a baby despite our poverty-stricken situation.

My boss was requesting an affair and I rejected the offer, he began to mistreat me at work and that led

to me losing my job.

People say I am proud, yes I am, even though I don't have money. I know what is right from what is

wrong and I don't take shits.

Getting to know that the man Anna had sex with is a young handsome guy and a billionaire, I feel

relieved and I want to use this to our advantage.

I want to use this opportunity to change my life and that of my daughter. I don't take free things but in

this situation, I know whatever I take from this so-called man isn't free since my daughter is going to

give him his first child. His heir.

I called Pamela back that night to ask for the company's address and other pieces of information I

would be needing.

After she had given me the information, she asked me if I had considered the job offer. I had forgotten

about the job offer because my mind was filled with the thoughts of the billionaire and how we will begin

to live our lives when my plan eventually works.

I told Pamela I was in, without giving it much thought. That is because I didn't want to lose two things at

a time. Pamela's father is also a billionaire and I know he will pay me twice my former salary.

If this plan doesn't work, I will fall back on the job offer, I say to myself inwardly.

Anna didn't want me to come when I told her I would. She is strongly against the idea, even though I

did not tell her what I intend to do.

I want everything to work out well before telling her about it. She feels he would reject her, I feel the

same way too but I know a little word of threat from me will make him succumb to my wish. I am a

smart woman and I have my ways of doing things. I smile to myself again.

I walk to the receptionist with a smile on my face. The receptionist returns the smile.

"Good morning, ma'am", she greets me. "How can I help you?"

I like the way she is regarding me. I look like a businesswoman in my nude Capri dress that has a deep

V-neck on an embroidered bust. I completed my look with a black handbag and black stiletto heels.

"Good morning", I reply gently. "I am here to see Mr Alvarez", I mutter with confidence. I sound like all

these wealthy women we see on TVs and that is the exact impression I want to create.

"You are welcome, ma'am. Are you here for an appointment?" She questions me.

I am not expecting this.

I didn't think I would be questioned by the receptionist for an appointment, I would have figured out a

way to get myself in. I feel embarrassed that she is asking if I have an appointment.

Now I know she won't allow me in and I have just wasted my time by coming.

What were you thinking? He is a fucking billionaire", my subconscious screamed at me.

"Shit!" I curse out aloud.

Now you will have to go back home without making good use of this dress", my subconscious is at it

again.

"Ma'am?" The receptionist taps, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Sorry, I forgot to ask him to give me the exact time to be here", I say out loud the only thing that comes

out of my mouth.

I see a glint of disappointment flash across her face and her smile vanishes. She peers down at me

again. "So you don't have an appointment?" She asks me again as if to be sure.

"No, I don't", I respond with all honesty.

"I'm sorry you can't see the boss", she shakes her head and smiles apologetically.

I am upset.

What will I do now? I ask inwardly.

"This is business-related, woman", I sound serious.

"I know ma'am but......"

"But what?" I cut her short. I know being calm won't solve this. I can't possibly go home without seeing

him. I need to see him. "Even if it means letting your boss loss a huge sum of money just because of

some fucking principles of fixing an appointment before seeing him."

"I'm sorry, ma'am", she looks sorry.

"Keep the sorry, I don't need it", I throw her a stern glare. "Are you going to do something about it now

or should I leave?" I demand.

"Sorry, ma'am", she apologizes again and looks skeptical before picking up the telephone on her desk

to call someone. I am sure it's the boss she is calling.

"Good day, sir", she greets. I grin in satisfaction.

"Someone is here to see you", the receptionist glances up to take a peek at me.

I suddenly replace the grin on my face with a cold glare. I liked her instantly for welcoming me warmly

but now I am not liking her for making me look like a trespasser.

"What's your name, ma'am?" She questions me, all of a sudden with the telephone still glued to her

ears. I am not expecting her to ask for my name. I don't know what to say.

"Evelyn Gomez", I reply with all honesty. I just hope he won't ask her to throw me out since my name

isn't the type of name his business partner's bear.

The receptionist gives him my name over the phone and she listens to him for a while before looking up

at me and answering. "She said it is business-related."

There is silence at the other end before I hear him speak again. I am as nervous as hell, as I watch in

silence, praying silently for a miracle to happen so I can get to meet with him, the billionaire, who is

going to have a son with my daughter soon. The thought of this alone gives me joy and confidence.

"She is middle-aged", the receptionist mutters softly.

A few minutes later, she drops the phone sagging her shoulder down in relief. She looks tense while This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

speaking to her boss on the phone and now she is relieved.

Is the boss that scary?

If he intimidates his workers, he can't intimidate me, I conclude within me, unable to voice out my

thoughts.

"I am so sorry, ma", the receptionist apologize again and my heart skip a beat.

He is going to have you thrown out, my subconscious laughs sarcastically.

I scold myself mentally for having the thoughts of coming here in the first place.

"Please don't tell the boss anything incriminating. I am just being careful", she adds. This is giving me

hope and I am curious to know what the boss said.

"What did he say?" I ask her with curiosity written all over me.

"He asked me to direct you", she replies and I almost jump up for joy. I beam in happiness, unable to

hide my relief from her.

"Please don't tell him anything", she puts her hands together in apology.

"Are you going to direct me now or are you going to keep apologizing forever?" I am now happy with

her but I want to hide it.

She gulps in fear and begins to direct me. When I leave her table, I grin to myself in satisfaction for a

job well done.

Now I feel proud and confident of my next plan.