Pregnant by My Enemy Novel – My husband sits at his desk with some blonde woman kneeling on the ground giving him a blow-job. I stare, in shock, unable to move or say anything. “Do you need something, or are you simply enjoying the show, Mrs. Knight?” He asks, his voice dripping low with distaste. The blonde unhinges her jaw from his manhood and rises, sitting in his lap. Her breathtaking brown eyes land on me. She looks like a queen perched atop her thrown.
Tears run down my cheeks. The ice-cold tile sends goosebumps rippling across my skin. I’ve been leaning up against the toilet, exhausted for 2 hours already. My 5 o’clock alarm blares in my bedroom, startling me from my position on the floor. I’ve been vomiting for an entire week now even after I switched to an all-liquid diet by the 3rd day. Let’s be honest, smoothies are much better coming back up and at this point, that’s all I care about. At least it’s finally Saturday and I’m all but looking forward to my appointment at the clinic. I desperately need to get some medicine for this stomach flu. I have to be super careful, though.
If Luca finds out I’m sneaking around to the clinic, no matter the reason, I’ll be in big trouble for not running it by him first. Although it should be pretty easy to keep it from him, I can’t lie and say I’m not at least a little nervous. Even though for the last month, he’s been on the other side of the world, I still have to deal with the problem that is the multitude of baby sitt-, I mean bodyguards he hired to follow me. You gotta figure something out. I tell myself as I get up off the floor. I stumble over to my sink and stare at my reflection in the mirror. At first glance, you would believe me to be happy, content even.
But a second look into my bottomless blue eyes would no doubt give away how I truly feel. You might wonder what you would see down in the depths of my soul. Emptiness? Loneliness maybe? I thought after the last 3 years, something would have changed. I hoped he would even so much as throw a second glance my way. But he hasn’t. He hasn’t looked me in the eye since our wedding day almost 3 years ago, and I don’t even know why I’m surprised anymore. We’ve only had intercourse 4 times in the last almost three years, each time was completely initiated by me. Even I can admit it was borderline desperate.
The last time was at the beginning of July a few weeks ago. I’m positive it’s because he gets it from elsewhere and doesn’t need or want it from me. Nothing in the contract forbade it. Even though it is a marriage of convenience and I knew this before ever signing the contract, I still long for love and happiness. Before agreeing to the whole marriage ‘thing’, I never thought it would affect me as it does now. I just assumed I could sit back unbothered, watching Luca live the life he wants to live until the day I didn’t have to be a part of it anymore, but I guess I was wrong. I’ve been thinking a lot about the contract lately. Miss Olivia Baker, party A, is to be the wife of Luca Knight, party B. The minimum requirement is 2 years.
After, either party can end the agreement at any point, for any reason or lack-thereof. After the termination of the contract, both parties are under a strict no-contact order for a minimum of 6 months. Party B will give Party A 50 million dollars and a start-up company of Party A’s choosing. Yadda… yadda… yadda… Out of the 100s of pages, this one passage is all I remember word for word. It’s been 3 years already. Every day I ask myself why Luca hasn’t ended the contract yet. It’s obvious he doesn’t have feelings for me, so why is he insistent on keeping me around? All the while, I can’t help but wonder why I haven’t ended the contract myself. Pushing those thoughts out of my head, I finish my morning routine.
I choose a soft, beige cotton summer dress since it’s in the mid-70s. I pair the dress with some sandals and leave my long, warm brown hair in its naturally curly state. After pulling on a cashmere cardigan, I rush downstairs to the kitchen to drink my breakfast smoothie. Initially, it bothered me to look around and see bodyguards just lingering everywhere, staring at me as if I was going to spontaneously combust. But over the last 3 years, I’ve grown to ignore it. Honestly, I still think Luca was out of his mind to assign this team of mercenaries to protect me. You can tell they’d rather be anywhere else than here playing babysitter to some billionaire playboy’s fake wife. I go to the mall with 5 bodyguards in tow. With only two days until our 3rd wedding anniversary, I want to get Luca something nice.
He’s expected back that day and over the last two years, he hasn’t missed it. While leaving the jewelry store with his gift on order, a custom-made Patek Philippe watch that took us hours to design, my stomach churns with vomit threatening to escape. I take off to the closest restroom, and after emptying the contents of my stomach, I go to the sink and clean myself up. Throwing up has become such a common occurrence, I started bring a toiletry bag with me so I can brush my teeth. After cleaning myself up, I head to the entrance where my bodyguards are waiting for me until I see another exit, an exit they probably aren’t aware of. Quickly looking back and forth, I have a decision to make. Now’s your chance, Liv.
Run! And run I do. In 5 minutes flat, I escaped from the bathroom, flew through the random department store, and jumped into a cab, begging the driver to step on it before they caught on, all while fighting the urge to throw up again. I’ll just deal with the consequences later. “Congratulations are in order, Miss Baker.” The doctor states, unknowingly cheery. So I used my maiden name. Who cares? Had I come in here spewing “Mrs. Knight” from my mouth, Luca would’ve had someone hack into the clinic’s database to figure out what’s going on before the doc even came back to tell me himself. “I’m sorry Dr. Richards, I’m confused. Congratulations? For what?” “You’re pregnant, Miss Baker. 7 weeks to be exact. The fact you’re having such strong symptoms, amongst other things, leads me to believe you might have multiples. My intuition says, twins.” He smiles at me, not knowing my entire future just changed in a split second. “Wh-what? Pregnant? M-multiples? I-, th-there’s no way, doctor! Are you sure? Can we please do the test again?” “Oh, I’m certain, Miss Baker.
Your hCG levels are off the charts. Do you currently have a primary care OB?” “Um, no. I honestly wasn’t expecting to need one for quite some time.” “That’s all right. I’ll have the ladies at the front desk send you an email with some referrals and you can have a pick, okay? Oh, and one more thing, Miss Baker, I’m starting you on some vitamins and anti-nausea medications, so stop by the pharmacy just down the block to pick those up.” “Thanks,” I mumble quietly as he leaves the room, completely unaware that I’m spiraling. Pregnant? With Luca’s babies? What the heck am I going to do?
Sunday flew by entirely too fast. Other than Luca’s gift being dropped off and given to me, the only time I left the comfort of my bed was to throw up. Before I know it, I’m running to my on-suite at 5 am on Monday. After a brutal 45 minutes, I’m finally able to clean up and brush my teeth before wrapping myself in my comfiest robe and heading downstairs to the kitchen. As soon as my foot lands on the chilly hardwood floor, I hear faint voices. My bodyguards stand there watching my every move. I follow the noise, which grows louder, leading me to Luca’s office. Is he home? I wonder to myself, almost giddy. Today is August 8th! It’s our third anniversary! I exclaim in my head. I lift a small hand and place 2 feather-light knocks on the door. “Enter.” Luca’s deep voice commands. As always, I do exactly as I’m told, but the view before me breaks my heart into a billion pieces. He sits at his desk with some blonde woman kneeling on the ground giving him a blowjob. I stare, in shock, unable to move or say anything. “Do you need something, or are you simply enjoying the show, Mrs. Knight?” He asks, his voice dripping low with distaste. My face instantly burns with embarrassment and betrayal as my eyes hit the ground. “N-not at all, Mr. Knight. I-I just wanted to see you, but you’re preoccupied.”
My voice is barely above a whisper. I start to leave, but his commanding voice stops me. “Well, I’m glad you interrupted. There’s something I’d like to discuss with you. Vanessa, stop and get up.” I turn around just as the blonde unhinges her jaw from his manhood and rises, sitting in his lap. Her breathtaking brown eyes land on me. She looks like a queen perched atop her thrown. This is the type of woman who should be Luca’s wife. Not me. I think to myself. “Yes, Mr. Knight?” I ask as my eyes hit the floor once again. “You’re well aware of our contract, right?” “Yes.” “Great, you need no explanation then. The contract is officially terminated as of today. I have deposited $50 million into your private account. Pack your stuff, you’re free to leave.” He says with absolutely zero emotion in his voice, as he looks into my eyes for only the second time since we met. I sit in my office on the 50th floor thinking back to that day and, even after having four months to process it, I still can’t believe my marriage ended the way it did. “Great, you don’t need an explanation then. The contract is officially terminated as of today. I have deposited $50 million into your private account.
Pack your stuff, you’re free to leave.” After hearing those words, I break even more inside. The blonde woman smiles at his cruelness. A tear escapes, falling down my cheek. His cold blue eyes hit his desk. He tries to mask it, but I see the flash of regret. It feels like forever before the blonde, whom I now know as Vanessa, clears her throat. The sound brings me back to reality as I notice an open document and fountain pen on his desk, waiting for me to sign the end of our marriage. I stumble until I’m at his desk. His eyes will themselves to look at me. I hold his stare as I pick up the pen and sign the document, never once dropping my eyes. I turn and walk to the door. As I go to open the door, I hear a muffled cry and turn around. Luca had shoved Vanessa off him and rose from his seat. His left hand reached out to me. “Goodbye, Mr. Knight,” I say before walking out of the door and slamming it shut as hard as possible. I understood the contract. I had been waiting for the day he came home and did exactly what he had just done. But to do it on our third wedding anniversary, for God’s sake? Who does that? As soon as I leave the office, the bodyguards are there. As I look at them, I see genuine worry in their eyes. I can hear Luca and Vanessa fighting, his muffled voice coming closer. “Please,” I look back at them, “please don’t let him near me.” “Let’s go,” Zach says. He’s the head bodyguard and by far my favorite.
He leads me back to my room where I freeze, my eyes landing on the bed. It’s where Luca and I spent our most intimate moments together. “Pack what you need. Let’s go. He’s trying to come up the steps. They’re holding him back, but you need to come on.” Zach says to me while listening to the other guards in his earpiece. “Why is he trying to come up here? He’s the one that wanted to end the contract.” “I don’t know. Maybe he wasn’t expecting you to be so willing to walk away. No one has ever treated him like you. He can’t stand it. Most people worship the ground he walks on. It’s like his existence doesn’t even bother you. “You didn’t even ask him not to end it. You know you love him, and you’re still walking away just because he said to. Come on, don’t you want to take anything?” “He gave me everything in here, so no.
But there’s one thing I have to do.” I look around one last time before my eyes land on Zach’s warm brown ones. I lead the way to Luca’s room. The forbidden room. I never once stepped foot in here. The contract, along with him, strictly forbade it. Even so, 3 years later, for the very first time, my foot steps over the threshold, and a tear slips down my cheek. I walk to his nightstand, leaving the Patek Philippe box and the note I had written the day before. I slip off the engagement ring and band, which never meant what they should have, and lay them next to his gift. “Let’s go,” I say, finally satisfied. We turn around with bodyguards flanking in front and behind us. We’re moving fast until we get to the top of the steps.
The sudden change in speed sends me barreling toward the stairs, but Zach grabs me just in time. “Olivia.” The audible heartbreak in his voice genuinely shocks me out of Zach’s arms. I spin around so fast, almost losing my balance, which causes Zach to reach out and grab my waist to steady me for the second time. “W-what do you want, Mr. Knight?” I ask, my wavering voice stemming from heartbreak. “Y-you said I was free to go. I’m going.” “You’re taking nothing with you, Olivia? Nothing?” “No. I want nothing from you. “