The Billionaire's Innocent Wife

The full moon shone upon the beautiful couple as they lay in each other's arms. She rested her head on his chest affectionately, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Warm light split on the ground, and a couple of birds chirped in the dazzling moonlit night. But I, Alice Lewiston, found no thrill in the beautiful environment or the beautiful moon. My face remained taciturn as I watched the scene before me.

"Sweetheart," the lady's gentle and soft voice called. Her slender arms wrapped around his neck in a beautiful embrace.

Gaston gently pushed her from his chest and made her look at him. "What's it, darling? Is something the matter?"

Judy hesitated for some time before answering. With a sweet tone and a little shyness, she said, "Sweetheart, I am pregnant!"

"What?!" Gaston asked, shock evident in his voice.

I was also shocked, feeling as if the world was closing in on me as soon as I heard the news.

"Gaston, I'm carrying your baby. We're going to become parents soon!" Judy announced happily. But happiness was far from Gaston's face as he tried to process the news.

At this moment, I felt utterly betrayed. My head spun in pain as I tightened my hand on the tape measure around my neck.

Gaston lowered his gaze, still stunned, then asked, "When did it happen?"

"Have you forgotten when we went on a cruise boat ride? I missed my period after the boat ride, which means it happened then."

"That's just a month ago."

Judy looked my way and noticed me hiding there. She hugged Gaston more tightly. "Gaston, did you forget? Remember when my big sister went to DI for a fashion show with her model? That's when it happened—we went on a boat cruise."

Gaston Veriland sat dazed and shocked, never expecting that his affair with his girlfriend's cousin would result in pregnancy. "I've heard you. Let me drop you off at your home before your sister comes by."

I clenched my fist in anger, the tape measure hanging around my neck suddenly dropping to the ground. Gaston looked my way and saw me with clenched fists. He let go of Judy's embrace and slowly moved towards me, but I left the place in panic.

Broken and disheartened, I walked through the bustling streets of Liverpool, thinking of my love life that had just been snatched away. I had been dating Gaston for five years; he had been the most romantic boyfriend I ever had.

As a fashion designer, I owned a clothing shop and worked for big brand companies as a part-time seamstress whenever they needed one. Despite my talent, I had always failed to secure a full-time position because my educational background was lacking. I lived with my uncle, Judy's father, since childhood after my parents' death. Judy's mother always ensured that Judy had better things and a better education than I did, even though my parents' property was controlled by Judy's father.

Giddy and weak, I wasn't sure if it was because of the work I had just finished before coming to see Gaston. While walking down an alley that led to my clothing store, I bumped into a few men in black.

I drowsily bowed before the men to apologize, but I heard, "That's her. Get her!"

"Who's who? They got the wrong person," I thought.

I struggled for dear life, but the men were too strong. They bundled me into a car.

EMPRESS HOTEL, PRESIDENTIAL SUIT, ENZO CLINTON'S POV<

A group of people escorted me, the young man in the middle. Bodyguards, the hotel manager, my PA, and some other hotel employees were part of the group as they tried to keep pace with me.

I walked in fast strides, my expressionless face adding to my appearance's glamour. With my slender figure and long legs, I could easily be mistaken for a model. My posture exuded confidence, accentuated by a slim-fitting suit that emphasized my broad shoulders and trim waist.

Bathed in the coolly lit passages and elevators, my demeanor remained cool and collected, adding to my stoic allure. I entered a room and shut the door in the faces of the group following me. I removed my coat and tie, tossing them across the wardrobe.

I was alone in the room when I heard a click. Before I had time to know what was happening, my phone rang from the bed where I had thrown it. I checked the caller ID: Ryu Ken.

I picked it up while trying to open the door. I heard a cheeky voice from the other end. "Hey, bro! Have you seen your plaything? I made sure to prepare a special bitch for you. Have you seen her?"

My once muddled-up face was taken over by anger. I squinted and asked coldly, "What are you doing? Did you have to close the door because of a lowly bitch?"

"Haha, dude, enjoy your night with a beautiful curvy babe. This time I found a lady of the description you mentioned. Don't forget the new Ferrari model you promised me."

Ryu ended the call. When I tried returning it, the number was unreachable.

Standing outside the bathroom with an angered look, I could hear the sound of water droplets. With my lips distorted at a strange stiff angle, I pushed the door open. Which woman actually had the guts to enter my bathroom?

Soft hums came from behind the white veil dividing the bathroom and the bathtub. She could even hum as if it were her house. My feet became rooted as water vapor from the hot water heater she was using escaped under the veil and clouded my face.

As the vapor disappeared and the white veil was dragged to the side, I saw the view clearly. There was actually a woman in my bathroom!

I saw her long, exquisite legs first, followed by her simple pretty face and full lips. Her big eyeballs were lively, like a geographical galaxy screen. I, Enzo Clinton, who was used to seeing many beautiful ladies, most of whom would do anything to see my smile, was stunned.

Is she the beautiful slut that Ryu Ken brought me? She was indeed beautiful, even more so than most sluts I had seen. Most relied on makeup and facial surgeries, but the lady standing before me exuded natural beauty from head to toe.

She looked directly into my face with her lively eyes and slowly reached her hand out. What is she doing? Is she trying to dance tango with me before introducing herself? Or has she not heard of who Enzo Clinton is? I have an anti-women disorder! Besides my family members, no woman can touch me, and if they do, they end up in my bed.

When she received no response from me, she suddenly grabbed my pants. My muscles froze up as her hand touched my skin. This was the first time I felt something under my pants stir as if a sleeping dog had awakened. My body was suddenly displaying some sort of unpleasant effects, which had never happened before. I always made sure any lady who ended up in my bed got the best sex of their life, even if I wasn't feeling it.

What is happening? Did she drug me or what? Her innocent big eyes kept boring into mine, leaving me clueless about what to do. Before I could figure out my thoughts, she suddenly grabbed my hands, dragged me toward the bed, made me fall on it, and towered over me like a looming doom. She slowly kissed my lips.

She looked at me with those wide starry eyes and said, "Save me."