HIS SWEET REVENGE

Bryan’s POV

I didn’t want to have any child after I lost my baby to the cold hands of death. I never thought I was going to have a child anymore but when I heard about Jason, I wanted him to be close to me so I can protect him.

Celine was right.

I would have taken it the wrong way if she had told me she was pregnant after the sex we had which I didn’t want. I hated the fact that we made love even after I made a vow to remain celibate for the rest of my life.

I never knew that night was the night I pumped my seed into her and Jason was beginning to form inside of her.

She was right by saying she was scared I wouldn’t accept him. I’m sure I wouldn’t have accepted him initially if she had told me.

I sigh and rake my hand in my hair, guilt filling me up.

Is she trying to tell me that I have done wrong all along by punishing her for something she had done to save her and the baby?

I have some questions to ask her but my anger toward her and the fact that I saw her trying to sneak out of the house did not make me ask her. She is just too stubborn and I will make sure none of the guards let her out again for the time being, till everything dies down.

Anything can happen anytime from now and I must protect her.

If I don’t appreciate her for anything, I will appreciate her for keeping my son safe and sound for years before I found them.

The car comes to a stop and Felix opens the door of the car for me. I climb down with my briefcase before taking long strides towards the front door.

This guilt has been eating me up since this morning before I left home after she told me the reason why she ran away without informing me of her pregnancy. I could hardly concentrate at work today.

I kept thinking of what I had done and all the tortures she had put up with just to be with her son.

Helena won’t be proud of me. She would have wanted something better.

Celine might be wrong for other things but definitely not because she didn’t tell. If things were different and I know I would have accepted the baby without any objections, I would still blame her for not telling me.

But she knew what I could do. So she ran, leaving me to hate her.

The front door opens and I enter, dragging my tired feet forward toward the living room.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Camilla”, I call when I get to the living room. I know she is within earshot because she is mostly in the kitchen or close by. “Camilla!” I raise my voice.

“Yes, boss”, I hear her answer, followed by the sound of the kitchen door opening and then closing before she appears.

I flop to the sofa, dropping my briefcase on the floor.

“Welcome, boss”, she greets politely with her head bowed and her hands clasped behind her respectively.

“Please, get me Celine and Jason”, I instruct her, stifling a yawn.

To get my mind off the issue I have been thinking of all morning, I need a companion and Jason is that person.

Jason will spend the night with me and we will both play till we fall asleep.

“Ok, boss”, she replies and walks away to get them. I stretch and relax more comfortably on the sofa.

Just then, I hear the sound of a car horn coming from outside and I raise a brow in confusion, wondering who it is coming to visit this late in the night.

I have no one who visits me except my parents. I have no friends who would come visiting too, except of course Emily who came here the other day but I have warned the guards not to ever let her in so she is definitely not the person.

I rise to my feet and stroll to the window, pushing the blinds away to peek out.

The car has been parked in the driveway but I can’t see anyone.

My imagination begins to run wild as I start to think the enemies are here because I can’t see any bodyguard in sight.

My heart begins to pound within my ribcage when someone comes out of the car and walks to the back of the car to open it.

A woman steps out and I recognize her immediately.

“Mother?!” I voice out in disbelief, wondering why she is in New York and my house by this time of the day.

Why didn’t she tell me she was coming to visit? I would have prepared a way to make sure that she doesn’t see Celine and Jason. I haven’t told my parents about Jason, they have no idea that I have a child now and it won’t be nice for Mother to see them now.

I should inform them first before anything. I actually thought of informing my mother because I know she would be glad but I didn’t because I know she would be excited and can take the next flight down to New York just to see Jason.

I should go and see Celine and stop her from coming out till Mother is gone from here. I drop the blinds and turn to go to Celine’s room wondering why she isn’t here yet when the front door is thrown open and mother comes in.

“Where is everyone?” She shouts, her voice booming into my ears and I stop in my tracks. “Bryan!”

“Mother”, I turn back to face her. She has a slight smile on her face. I try to pretend to look surprised seeing her. “What are you doing here?”

“Won’t you welcome me?” She demands, looking serious. She opens her arms for me to come in and I roll my eyes.

Within minutes, she rushed toward me and engulf me in a tight hug. “I missed you.”

“Same here, Mother. Why didn’t you call me? You didn’t tell me you were coming”, I try to disengage from the hug so I can look for an excuse to go to Celine’s room to stop her from coming out.

Mother mustn’t see her.

Eventually, she releases me from the hug and I breathe out a sigh of relief.

“Bryan?” I hear Celine’s voice followed by her footsteps. “Jason is already asleep, everything…”

She stops midway when I turn to her but I know it is already too late to do anything. There is a sleeping Jason in her arms. I can’t signal to her to leave before mom sees her because that will only arouse her curiosity to know who is calling me by my first name in the house.

“Mom?” Celine calls her, looking surprised to see her.

“Celine”, mother gasps, clamping her hand over her mouth with wide eyes.

“Celine, where the hell have you been?” She asks, her eyes becoming teary, and her gaze shifts to the sleeping figure in Celine’s arms. “And whose child is this?”

She points a finger at Jason with her mouth dropped open in shock, anticipating a reply that will align with the exact thing going on in her head.