Love, Lies and Billionaires

Alexander climbed down the few stairs that led out of the hospital, his demeanour more gloomy than when he entered.

Ignoring the greetings from his personal assistant, he dove into the car whose door was held open by the PA. The engine started immediately, and the car zoomed off.

“Sir, a message came in for you,” the dark-skinned man announced and waited for a response, hoping Alexander was listening.

Alexander, whose eyes were now glued to his phone screen with his brows creased, repeatedly tapped on his phone, indicating that he wasn’t interested in whatever the man was saying.

“Who’s the message from?” He finally asked as the car came to a halt at a traffic light.

“It’s from Micheal Katz, the detective,” the man replied. His voice was deep, filled with strength and agility.

Alexander gave a silent sigh and hesitated for a while before replying. “What’s the message about?”

“It came on paper,” the man said and pulled out a sheet of paper from a file which he had placed in between him and Alexander.

It took a while for Alexander to react as his mind was clearly troubled, but he finally turned to the man and relieved him of the paper.

“He says the investigation looks like it’s out of his control at this point.”

Alexander quietly read through the words written and then suddenly he put it down and turned back to his phone.

“How is it my business if the killer had mixed his blood with William’s?. I didn’t call for this investigation.”

He said to inform you that there might be a deeper investigation in the future, but for now it seems all the leads led to a dead end,” he added, keeping his head forward like he didn’t dare look at his boss.

“And why couldn’t he come tell me himself?”

“According to the messenger he sent, he had to report to his base and there was no way he could make it in time.”

“Has Maren gotten the news?”

“Apparently, Mrs. Blackwood has been unreachable to anyone on call for a few days. I, inclusive.”

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“Are you going to tell him?”

“Hell no,” Maren replied and squeezed the paper, which was sitting on the table in front of her. “Nathan is mine and I don’t care if he has a father or not.” She said to Nella, who apparently had been there when Louise had brought in the DNA test earlier that morning.

“You’ve been gone from his house for days without reaching out. Don’t you think he’s going to think something’s wrong?” She asked, fumbling with her phone in her hands.

“Of course he would. But he’d definitely think something’s off, but not the fact that our one night stand years ago had resulted in a child and I didn’t know and now I’m keeping it a secret from him.”

“True,” Nella said, her mind only half way present.

“I’ll just cook up something about my company or something,” she said out loud, but deep down, her guts were tearing her apart.

Her story was indeed complicated because her son isn’t actually her late fiance’s child because he’s impotent instead, he was the child of her late fiance’s rival who she had cheated on him with and now they were in a contract t marriage which by the way was going to be fulfilled soon and she really really didn’t know what to do.

She ran her fingers through her hair in confusion but trying to calm herself down. Her mom had also been around when Louise came in, but so typical of her, she didn’t dwell too much on it and simply took Nathan and Zack out for a treat.

In moments like this, Maren wished she had inherited that trait from her mom. Not the indifferent part, but the part which always made her calm despite how bad the situation was.

If she was being completely honest with herself, she wasn’t freaking out the way she thought she would when it was confirmed that her past had actually caught up with her and it was really scary.

Like how is she going to live knowing that Alexander Blackwood, William’s once friend and rival, was her baby daddy for the rest of her life?

That really was a juicy story for the nosey press.

“Shouldn’t you be freaking out or something?” Nella finally said, putting away her phone.

“Well, I promised I won’t. Besides, he’s never going to know and so will Nathan, right?”

Nella just shrugged. “Well, since you’re handling this pretty well, maybe we should change the topic? I mean, any progress on the investigation?”

Maren studied Nella for some time. She looked so innocent with her honey coloured eyes always looking like it was pleading for companionship. She was young alright, but she still was capable of committing murder and then was asking for updates to keep her off her heels. Maren thought.

“Alexander’s assistant texted me about it, informing me that Michael had conducted a test on the blood, but it was already mixed up with William’s, giving the impression that it was deliberately done.”

“Oh, wow,” Nella said and relaxed into the chair she was seated in. “Well, at least what we know is whoever the killer is, he or she is really smart,” she remarked.

“If anyone should have killed him, it should be me,” Maren, who had been quiet for some time, suddenly hit the table and said. “I mean, he cheated on me with Irene, acted like a complete idiot when I confronted him, and then came back to claim Nathan like he’s some trophy.”

“Then it turns out he wasn’t even the father in the first place, and now he’s dead for no reason. I should be the one with the knife, Nella,” she added, fuming.

Calm down, Maren,” Nella said quietly. Her eyes partly widened in reaction to the show Maren had just put up. “I get it. You’re just tense about this entire revelation. Let’s not drag unnecessary suspicions to ourselves, alright?” She said, keeping her eyes on her.

Maren stared back, but didn’t utter a word. About a minute passed, then suddenly both women muttered.

“Did you kill William?”