Mr Billionaires Secret Baby

Chapter 17

Chapter 17 Pheobe's POV. What on earth was she doing here? Did she stage this purposely just so she could show up at lunch and sabotage every thing?

Sophia entered the restaurant wearing a checkeded pencil skirt, a grey button front that tucked in to the waist band of her skirt. The black heels she wore clinked as she walked and could be heard. even through the chatter of the restaurant.

| watched in utter bewilderment at the scene unfolding before me. | had my doubts, my goodness, did | have any doubts but it was all becoming too real for me to handle the truth that was right in front of me.

Sophia walked in to the restaurant and Dante, like he had some radar that went of when the minute she entered, fixated his eyes and his attention on her. It was like | was no longer seated right across from him and he was here alone, forgetting all about my presence entirely.

His eyes moved, following her every move like he couldn't see, hear, or focus on any thing else but her right now. | followed his gaze and saw the wretched woman there talking to a waitress who lead her to her table but she would have to pass us first before she got there.

Sophia a return back to the country was wholly unwelcome and unsettling. Nothing has felt right. side she returned. Sophia was proving to be like a bug that needed more than just being squished beneath a shoe to get rid off.

She walked past our table and | noticed her designer formal wear. She was wearing branded items from head to to and even those earrings she had on were a limited addition with only a total of five pairs made by the most exclusive jewellery designer in the world.

| wondered if Adam had gotten it for her. If there was any thing | should be thankful for it would be the fact that she was with Adam Huxley but even then | wouldn’t let myself relax until | knew what Dante’s intentions was and were his perception of her had lay.

“Sophia.” Dante had the nerve to call out to her to get her attention. Sophia looked at Dante and paused right before | saw it.

The flicker of yearning in her eyes when she first looked at him. It was gone as fast as it had appeared but | had caught it and was not going to be fooled. Sophia still had feelings for Dante.

| glanced back at Dante trying to gage if he had felt the same way.

“Mr. Crawford.” Sophia addressed him formally which was not what | had expected but what | did not expect more was finding that Dante was very offended at being addresses for formally.

His jaw tensed and his eyes hardened but he still continued to speak to her like | was not discussing some thing important minutes ago.

“| wasn’t expecting to see you here. She said but | knew better than to believe. The desperate b*tch. must have followed us here just so that she could interrupt our lunch date.

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Sophia’s eyes moved to me finally taking note of my presence and her face couldn’t hold back her dislike for me. It was mutual emotion so | wasn’t surprised.

“Neither was I. Taking an early lunch?” Dante questioned, leaning his shoulder against his chair like he was some love sick puppy.

“You could say so. As much as we work, we got to eat, too.” Sophia eyed the waitress in front of her waiting to show her to the table. “I better get going.” She feigned innocence but her very presence and voice irritated me!

“Why nerve. join us? Pheobe won't mind and we just got here as well.” My eyes widened in anger at his

Dante knew full well that | disliked Sophia immensely yet he still went against what he knew and asked her to third wheel our lunch.

Sophia looked to me then shook her head, declining his offer. “I'd rather not. | do not want to intrude and, besides, | had to rush any ways. Thanks for the offer but I’ll pass.” She declined tightly, her whole face looking like she swallowed a lemon.

| crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against my seat satisfied to see that Dante was rejected but he stupidly opened his mouth to persuade her but she rudely walked away from the table and continued to her own one at the back in a more quieter corner. That still did not stop Dante from craning his n*eck to look at her.

| scoffed, and a huff escaped my mouth which snapped his attention back to me. He saw my angry expression, read the fury in my eyes, and he bloody shrugged nonchalantly.

“What?” He asked like he was a clueless.

“You are damn unbelievable, Dante. Never have | been so humiliated in my life.” | reached for the napkin, blinking hard and fast until my eyes teared up enough to pretend that | was wiping the corners of it.

“It's all my fault. My fault for wanting to have a quiet lunch with you, to spend time with you, to actually build on our relationship only for you to blatantly ignore me and invite that woman to our table right in front of me.” His jaw clenched and | faked cried harder, sniffling for added effect.

“Pheobe, you are over reacting.” He said in a low voice.

Enough of this. | pushed my chair back and stormed out of the restaurant feeling nothing for Dante but an unbridled fury that raged like an inferno for Sophia.

| knew | should have ended her years ago just like | did her baby when she was pregnant. She never should have gotten a second chance to live life elsewhere and flourish only to return and become a torn right up my ass.

It was not difficult for me to take things back in my control again. So long as Sophia was removed from the equation, Dante would focus on me and only me and that was all | had wanted. It proved fruitful when Sophia had ran off to Canada and it’ll prove just a good when | take care of her.

If any thing. Dante will come crawling to me, begging for me to take him back, regretting being so Tue, 5M

careless with me.

| got in to the awaiting car and drove away despite Dante calling out to me from the restaurants entrance. | knew how to get him where | wanted him and if | held on to this mess up of his, he would eventually feel so terrible that he would spend a fortune trying to fix it all.

| knew Dante probably more than any one else. He was easy to manipulate and I’ve been doing it long enough to know just how to work around it.

As for Sophia. | was going to get rid of her once and for all. Too long has past with her darkening my doorstep and preventing Dante and | from moving forward and | will not allow it any longer.

| asked the chauffer to drop me of a street away from the prison and hailed a cab to actually take me there. Dante didn’t need to know about my side quests from his workers.

When | got to the prison in hopes of speaking to Dimitri to see what he could help me out with, | discovered that Dimitri was no longer with them.

“What do you mean he is no longer here?” | asked in confusion.

The security blankly stared at me. “Exactly what the words mean, ma am.” He said roughly but | was too stunned to put him in his place.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“Are you certain? He didn’t mention any thing about the end of his sentence. The security nodded like he was sure enough.

“He was let go a week ago. Now, if you are done with the histerics, you better leave. He dismissed. me before stepping forward forcing me to move to the exit.

Aweek ago? What the hell was going on.

“Do you have any idea who | am?” | narrowed my eyes at him but he scoffed like | had humoured him

“No and neither do | care. Now leave before we have you removed.” He threatened taking another step forward. “Well, you should. | could land you in-”

“big trouble.” He mocked and my hand itched to slap him for his nerve. “You can try but we've dealt with worse people than you.” He said blatantly not willing to cooperate.

I let out a humph then swung around and left.

The news shocked me. Dimitri Hadn’t mentioned any thing about this before neither did he tell me that his sentence was not going to last as long as he lead me to believe.

| left the prison as fast as | had gotten there and soon enough | was back in the car with the chauffer driving me back the house.

If Dimitri crossed me, so god help me, | would have him castrated. | couldn’t think of any reason why he wouldn't tell me about his release date.

When | had gotten back to the house, Dante was still not home which gave me enough time to try and call Dimitri in hopes that | could figure out what the hell was going on!

| tried calling his phone several times but he did not answer. Frustrated, | tossed my phone across the room where it hit the wall and fell to the floor. | let out a shrick of utter fury and fought against myself to hold back from trashing the entire room!

To hell with Dimitri and Dante and that horrid woman he was married to.