Chapter 74: Chapter 74

"I HEARD you're dating a supermodel, Gideon. Is that true?" Mom asked me on the phone.

My brows furrowed. "No. I'm not dating anyone, Mom. I'm busy here in the New York branch."

I didn't know where my mother got that news, but it's not true. I'm not dating anyone.

I only fuck around to satisfy my needs, but I don't date. I never entered a relationship after what happened to Diana.

"I hope you stop playing around, Gideon. You're not getting any younger. Just look at Charlie…"

I stiffened when I heard that name. We've seen each other a couple of times in the past years. I was civil with him in front of my parents.

Well, my parents didn't know that I was the reason he left the house twelve years ago. Charlie didn't tell them. But I didn't care and it wouldn't matter to me if he did.

"What's with that brother of mine, Mom?"

"Oh, Charlie's already engaged. He said he'll bring home his fiancée after his work trip in India."

Engaged? I gritted my teeth as I opened the envelope the private investigator handed me.

I was welcomed by a picture of a woman. She was petite with brown eyes, long, dark hair… almond shaped eyes. She's pretty. Her smile was enchanting.

So, this was Charlie's fiancée, huh? I said as I gripped the picture in my hand.

I'd ruined their relationship.

Charlie didn't deserve to be happy after what he did to me. Charlie didn't deserve happiness after he took away my own happiness from me.

He deserved to suffer. He deserved to be alone in life. Just like me.

"Marry me, Miss Hargreeves," I offered the woman in front of me a deal she couldn't refuse.

Bianca Hargreeves looked at me with a straight face. "I'm sorry, but your money couldn't buy me, Mr. Henry. Find another one who's willing to be your bride because I won't marry you. I will only marry for love."

The first time I saw her, I already knew she was different. She's not like any other woman.

I hated how she refused me. No one had ever refused me before. I hated how she looked at me, full of contempt and anger. I hated how she always mentioned Charlie's name in front of me. I hated that she loved him and despised me. I hated how she could trigger something in me.

Something I thought I could never feel again. Something I thought already died when I lost Diana.

"What is this, Bianca?" I asked her, my face turned grim when I saw an ultrasound paper on the marble floor of our bedroom.

Bianca turned to me, her face looked scared.

"You already know what that is, Gideon," she still managed to answer me in an arrogant tone despite the fear I could see in her eyes.

"I know what it is…"  I gripped the paper in my hand as I walked closer to her. "Who's that father of your child, Bianca? It can't be mine."

It was impossible for her child to be mine. I was infertile. I found that out five years ago. I couldn't bear a child.

Bianca swallowed. "I-it was Charlie's."

I clenched my teeth as I gripped the piece of paper in my hand. Of course, it was Charlie.

"I was already four weeks pregnant when I married you."

"Did you know?" I asked, my dark eyes piercing through her. "Did you know about this when you married me?"

She tilted her head and tried to meet my stare.

"Do you think I'd marry if I had known this from the start, Gideon?"

I gritted my teeth. "How about Charlie? Did he already know?"

"Do you think I'd have the means to tell Charlie when I already cut off with him?"

I threw away the crumpled paper on the floor before I grabbed her wrist. I pinned her to the wall. "Remember this, Bianca. Don't you ever tell anyone about this. Don't tell anyone about the real father of your baby. If anyone finds out about the truth, you'd know what would happen to you and that child in your belly."

She protectively put her hand on her belly. "Don't you ever hurt my baby."

A dark smirk formed on my lips. "I won't. If you'll be a good wife and do everything I say."

"Are you alone?"

I looked at the woman who took the stool beside me.

"Do you see me with someone?" I sarcastically asked back.

She gave me a sultry smile as she raised the glass of alcohol in her hand.

"You're American, where are you from?"

"LA," I answered before I sipped on my bourbon.

"I'm from New York," she said beside me. "But I'm here for work. I'm a model."

I just glanced at her with my brows raised and continued with my drink.

"Bad day? We can do something about that…"

I flashed him my wedding ring. "I'm married, Miss."

"Kyla," her flirty smile didn't waver. "And I don't care if you're married, I bet your wife's not even here…"

Her fingers traveled on my arm. "With the way I see you, I believe your wife's not keeping you satisfied."

I was in Paris for a business trip. I thought of asking her to come with me, but I changed my mind when I remembered she was fucking pregnant.

I gritted my teeth. I hated Bianca. I hated her for being in love with Charlie. I hated her more now that she's bearing that child.

I downed the drink in front of me before I placed some bills on the counter. I turned to the woman beside me.

"Let's go to my room," I said before attacking her with kisses.

Damn, Bianca. Why would I think about her when she's even pregnant with another man's child?

But in the middle of the kiss, Bianca's face entered my mind. What I wanted were her soft lips. Her sweet breath. Her soft skin.

I pushed Kyla, or whatever her name is, away from me.

"What's wrong?"

I ran my fingers through my hair as I pointed at the door. "Leave. I've changed my mind."

I clenched my teeth and threw the ashtray on the wall.

I hated how she started to invade my mind. I hated how her presence suddenly affects me.

That's why I saw her with Charlie at my mother's party, I lost it. I hurt her. And she almost lost her baby… because of me.

I thought I hated that child. It was Charlie's. But a part of me got scared when I saw the blood on Bianca's legs.

"If ever something happened, I swear I would kill you myself, Gideon."

I hated her for threatening me like this. But I hated myself more when I saw the intense fury in her eyes. She hated me more than ever now.

"I have a business trip in Atlanta for two days," I told Bianca when I got home that evening from work. "Do you want to come with me?"

I noticed how shocked she looked. This was the first time I asked her to come with me.

"Don't worry, Gideon." She gritted her teeth. "You have nothing to worry about. I won't do anything you won't like."

I clenched my jaw. "Fine."

I didn't know why on my first night in Atlanta, I couldn't get a proper sleep thinking about her.

"Reserve me a table for two at a Michelin restaurant on the weekend," I asked my secretary on the phone. I was on my way back to my hotel.

"Which restaurant, Sir?"

I stilled. Bianca and I… we've never dined outside. I didn't even know her favorite food.

"Make a reservation at Il Fornaio." I said when I remembered how she mentioned once to my mother that she likes pasta.

Maybe after this, we could save our marriage.

Save our marriage? I laughed at myself. Why am I thinking of saving this marriage when it's clear that I only married her for revenge? To get even with Charlie.