CHAPTER 44

MARCO

When the doorbell rang, I was in the middle of adjusting my tie.

When I heard what she had to say, she greeted me with, "Good morning Sir, someone is looking for you and she said it's an emergency," and as soon as I heard what she had to say, my heart began to race.


"She?" I inquire because I am curious to learn the identity of that person.


"Yes, Sir"


I said, "Let her come in," but I didn't bother to ask the person whose name was being called what they were called.


I was taken aback when I saw her make her way slowly into my office. Although I am aware that she is likely to come to see me at some point in the future, I was not expecting her to come to see me so soon. Mirana began to glance around the room, and she was taken aback when she saw my name written on the table. I fully anticipate that this will take place, and it is imperative that I defend the actions that I have been taking from the very beginning. I am unable to understand why it is so difficult for me to forgive her.

Even though I was set to forgive her in Brazil and was prepared to tell her that I was the Kid she knew, she still betrayed me. At first, I was about to forgive her in Brazil. It was just so excruciating, and on top of that, she gave the baby to another person, despite the fact that I was the baby's biological father. And at this point, she was standing right in front of me, clearly distressed.

"Kid," she hushed in a way that I had yearned to hear it from her lips, but the fact that she was whispering it now made me even more irritated since I didn't know why.

Is it because I am constantly brought back to the shame that she has brought upon me?

"Kid," I scoffed in a sarcastic tone.

"Oh, get with the program, Mirana Vaughn! Is that the only thing you have to say? Welcome me,"

I retorted in a condescending manner and then leaned back in my chair behind the counter to relax. In spite of the fact that her attire was uncomplicated and the protrusion of her stomach was easy to spot, I decided to take a closer look at her, and I have to say that her attractiveness has not increased over the course of the years.


I wanted to ask her whether she cared for the child she was watching since she seemed pale and dejected and I wanted to know if she did. I also saw her slippers, and based on what I saw, I believe the sole reason she attached them was with shoe glue is because it appeared to have worn out. Doesn't she have the means to purchase some inexpensive sandals?

"So, enlighten me, why are you in this room?" I questioned her while looking her straight in the eye, "Are you comfortable?" I observed that she seemed somewhat taken aback or embarrassed by his presence, and I thought it was a combination of the two.

I told her that she had shed her tears, but only after much reluctance. "Don't be so ambitious that you think I will place you in my fine chairs because people like you are dirt," I told her. I'm not sure whether or not I should put stock in her tears or whether or not this is just another example of her pointless art.





She tells me, "I have your child," which does not in the least bit surprise me. Although I am aware that the child she is carrying is mine, I cannot allow her to do so without a suitable replacement.

"Mine?" I chuckle in a mocking manner.


She sobbed as she clutched her stomach and uttered the words, "It's yours."

"How can I verify that it belongs to me?" I did this while simultaneously raising an eyebrow and crossing my arms.


"It is," she said, biting the inside of her bottom lip.


"If you think that you can trick me once more like you did with Adam, then you are, unfortunately, mistaken. I don't even know whether that child you are bearing is completely mine, and you're just telling that because I'm rich, I have a lot of money. I have a lot of money. Just let me know how much you want, and I'll make it available to you right away "I said it in a severe tone while maintaining a straight posture and glaring at her from head to toe as if it made me sick to see her crying.



Is she actually being painful, or is she simply playing?


"If you are only here to cause a disturbance, then you should get out of here and get away from the women. You are wasting my time, and because time is equivalent to money for me, "I told her in a chilly tone and pointed to the door as a signal for her to leave.

"I'll do anything, anything Marco just for the child, please I'm begging you," she begged urgently as tears freely rolled down her cheeks while her hands were gripped tightly together. "I'll do anything, anything Marco only for the child," she added.

She uttered those words softly but loudly enough for me to catch them: "Just for the child."







"anything?" I said surely, because this is precisely what I want her to say in response to my question. Is she actually being painful, or is she simply playing?


"If you are only here to cause a disturbance, then you should get out of here and get away from the women. You are wasting my time, and because time is equivalent to money for me, "I told her in a chilly tone and pointed to the door as a signal for her to leave.

"I'll do anything, anything Marco just for the child, please I'm begging you," she begged urgently as tears freely rolled down her cheeks while her hands were gripped tightly together. "I'll do anything, anything Marco only for the child," she added.

She uttered those words softly but loudly enough for me to catch them: "Just for the child."







"anything?" I said surely, because this is precisely what I want her to say in response to my question.





"anything" she answered in a raspy voice as her tears still ran freely on her cheeks but wiped it away.





As I looked at her, I said, "Then be my servant, you will do anything I command, and that child is my answer." By the time Mirana gives birth to my child, I will have removed the infant from her presence and placed it somewhere else. And she could go and look for her new life, and of course I would give her a percentage because she brought my son along with her for the rest of her life. And she could go and look for her new life.





I asked with a sly grin on my face, "Do we have a deal?" (Do we have an agreement?).



She responded with "Deal," and although I could not tell from the look in her eyes whether or not she was in pain, she insisted that I not waste my time worrying about it. The fact that she agreed with me was the most essential thing.