MANIPULATIVELY TURNED AS OUR STORY
CHAPTER 30

Am I changing? Changes are really good in anyone’s life. I don’t want to dwell on it because I am feeling so good, my life is going to change in a few months, my routine, my preferences, and most importantly, I never thought I would give priority to Ana, Ana, Ana, annoying like hell, but still considering her opinion on everything these days and it’s like final, I am not able to say no to her rather try not to argue with her. Was it because she was pregnant? This point does have logic, but I am not convinced. Strangely, nothing is making sense. I am not angry or annoyed. What the hell?

Ana completed her first semester; her baby was healthy, and everything was perfect. Both of us were thrilled. I don’t know what the future holds for me or who will enter my life if I get married, but one thing is sure: by this time, I am going to be a fucking father, not to mention I would be great to my child. This new expectation and anticipation are sweetly killing me.

One thing that is bothering me, of course, is none other than Patricia. I am so playing with fire and never let my guard down. I have kept my tab on both the father and daughter, making it hard to accept the fact, which makes me feel worse about ‘reality’ Patricia is unpredictable and merciless. After knowing in-depth about her past with her ex, I am worried like hell. This interval that she has given will come to an end soon enough. She will make her grand entrance, but her target would be Ana, which bloody sucks. Ana tasted her wrath once; next time, it will be beyond our thinking.

Ana is pregnant with my child and was only adding fuel to Patricia’s hostility. I just dragged that idiot into this mess somewhere she deserved to, but I do feel like I went overboard. Geez, she could have kept quiet, right? That doesn’t give me a reason to drag her. Oh god, what is happening to me?

What the hell? When I started thinking this way, bloody guilty conscious fucking, I was a ruthless businessman. Before it starts killing me, I should seek this out: that one loves money for my satisfaction after she gives birth. I should compensate until she is alive. She should not worry about anything and needs to work out this co-parenting thing too. My child is on the way; she is going to give birth. I am going to be a father. I need to clear the air between us, and the most important thing is that I need to change myself. I should start acting like a bloody gentleman. That sounds like a foreign word, ‘gentlemen’. Hmm, for my child, anything ‘welcome to parenthood’ I guess.

I and Ana thought of doing shopping for her and for the baby too. Everything should be perfect; it was my first child, and I didn’t want anything lacking in welcoming my child—this happiness, this waiting period, these changes. I am in love with everything that has happened so far, irrespective of other things going on. This child is masking everything. If this is the case, I am going to have as many kids as I can, with whom? Should I replace someone? For now, marriage is the least on my list. I am so, so done with females.

We were at the shopping mall. Ana was thrilled when I suggested the idea of shopping, but it only took a few minutes to regret suggesting this shopping thing. How the hell did I forget this idiot was bloody clumsy? God has given her perfect eyes. How hard will it be to see the opposite person approach, almost bumping into two people? Please save me from spitting anything out.

Just a few days ago, I had decided strongly to be nice to her—like, real nice. This one always makes me rethink my decision.

Oh god, this urge on the tip of my tongue to spit something started driving me crazy. I couldn’t shut my mouth though, so I spoke, “Ana, watch your steps. Walk slowly. You are pregnant.” “Thanks for the reminder. How the hell would I forget that I am? If you keep reminding me every now and then, oh, not to forget your face, that prompts me of my current situation, and I am walking slowly.”.

This is why it’s damn fucking hard to keep me from spitting something; this one is always damn triggering. “Oh, this is slow; can’t you watch your steps? You almost bumped into a two-person you clum......” Control. She was studying my face and spoke, “Please don’t tell me you are trying to be something called ‘nice’ towards me, are you?” “Well, I am not, but what I said was true. You almost bumped into a few people.” “You are swallowing words that mean you are trying to be nice, right, and it’s not my mistake those passersby are not watching their steps.” Wow, this one. How the hell is it a passersby mistake? God, I am a fucking eye witness. “Hold my hands, let’s walk together”; “No way, why would I hold your hand? We are not bloody couples. “Holding hands means nothing. Why are you making a big deal, and you are pregnant?” “Don’t keep reminding me of me being pregnant, and I am not going to hold your hand, jerk, nope.” I am so fucking done with this one.

“Ok, at least watch your steps; for god sake, you do get a clear vision of your eyes right, or else open your eyes to their fullest length and don’t bump into anyone.” “I am bloody doing that. Don’t teach me how to walk. I am 26 years old. Give me a break from everything you bastard. I am bloody pregnant. This news, which I have not been able to digest till today, and the bonus point with your child—it’s like my nightmare. On top of that, these days, you are irritating and annoying me like hell. Why can’t you just shut your mouth and follow me? You always need to taunt me for my actions. Han. All I am asking is that you be nice to me. You dragged me into this, and I hate youuuuuuuuu”.

Oops, that gained everyone’s attention. She shouted these words at the top of her lungs, and of course, it grabbed attention. I should have kept my mouth shut. Bloody, how the hell was the table turned upside down?

I apologized to the crowd, and in a more polite way, I dragged Ana, “Let’s be done with this shopping, ok?” “Don’t boss around me.” I am sorry. Let’s just, you know, get done with the shopping thing. “Ok.”.

It was not that hard; the only thing that needed to be done was to shut my mouth and be more polite. Just say sorry and accept my mistake immediately. Oh, it’s secondary if it’s my mistake or not. Just don’t argue with pregnant women; they are ruthless like anything, and this pregnancy only adds to her benefit, which is just great for me.

Shopping with Ana, I loathe every single minute of it. The first time I came to know how hard it is to keep my mouth shut from bursting, she is choosy like hell and annoying when she is choosing items that are on discount, for fuck sake. I am a bloody billionaire. She didn’t leave a single shop; she made me go to every shop in this mall and purchase only a few things. Great. Bloody habits couldn’t change no matter what; I was so done for the day and also with shopping, especially with this one.

Within the blink of an eye, it was the second semester, and I was forced to take a break from work. It was a strict order from Randolph. I couldn’t just overlook it when he told me my salary would be credited every month. I agreed without wasting a second. I am not greedy. I want to be financially stable. I am already getting a good return from my hotel. Extra income won’t hurt. I can do something in the future.

After giving birth, I will be completely free. I need to seek out this co-parenting thing and decide about my future—whether to continue to work under him or just switch to doing business, investing, or looking after my kids—which is also not a bad idea.

Aaron was transferred to the top international school, and his bond with Randolph has grown too much, which is stressing me out. Randolph looks after Aaron like his own son, which is good, but I don’t want my baby to be anything like him. Like, not even 1%, one manipulator is so enough to deal with everything related to Aaron, which is a big deal for me. My baby’s pure soul has to be better that way forever.

To kill time, I started decorating the baby’s room. Aaron’s room was completely decorated by Randolph without involving me again. Let me remind myself and him that I am God damn mother. When I discussed my idea of decorating the baby’s room, he was ok with it. We argued only while selecting the color and settled on blue. Geez, what’s wrong with pink? It’s not my favorite color, but for a newborn baby, pink looks adorable irrespective of gender, so why make a big deal out of it? So we settled on blue. I am not allowed to watch unnecessary things, especially those related to birth-related things; he knows I will freak out. Oh boy, who won’t? baby coming through my vagina if not dealing through the ‘C’ section cutting my abdomen, oh god, please save him from getting killed by my hand.

Exactly which point led me to this stage was it lust, money, or just silly reasons like to escape, who will sleep and end up getting pregnant? Am I that naïve? It looks like I am.

I had feelings for him, but I had kept my feelings in check. After that heartless rejection, nothing worked out with him. At last, he used me as his bait. I should have escaped when I had a chance. What the hell was I trying to prove by sticking to his company? I ended up getting pregnant with his child. No precautionary measure worked, and my biggest problem was Patricia.

How the hell were things going to end with her? Randolph increased bodyguards, but till when all this is going to work, I mean, once I give birth to his child, then what? He may just toss me to hell without care.

It’s not my fault; I want to shout this sentence at the top of my lungs till it reaches Patricia. If my plea reaches her, will she spare my life? Who will think of doing that? I slept with her fiancée for fuck’s sake, and oh, adding to her wrath, not to forget I am fucking pregnant.