Undefiled Queen

Merlyn’s POV

The attorney was so against me to leave the place. But once I signed the contract, the whole tension in the atmosphere changed like magic and I was allowed to go.

The billionaire did not speak to me or even see me. It felt weird. Well, he was the person to give the advertisement for marriage in the primary instance. But then he denies marriage and even refuses to see or talk to me. Will he allow my uncle to get the surgery or take back the money?

Once I told the attorney I have a daughter to take care of, everything changed. The attorney was immediately called inside and I was allowed to leave. It appeared like Bernard was listening to every bit of our conversation but refused to see me. Or, maybe it was because I signed the contract without further questions he had nothing more to argue.

But didn’t he tell me he wanted me beside him till the rest of our lives. Even if I was only a courtesan for him, is this what is called companionship? Shouldn’t I be staying with him?

Two days had passed, the maid was on time to regularly knock on my door and serve me food three times a day. Unlike a usual kidnap, I was not tortured, beaten or abused but isn’t depriving somebody’s liberty also a kind of psychological abuse? I was literally put on house arrest after I left the attorney.

I craved to talk to people, I was going mad. The housemaid was the only person I could see in the house. My phone was seized away from me the moment I walked out of the meeting with the attorney.

I switched on the TV and was watching some program. My thoughts often went back to Abby. Was she alright? Is she crying for me? How did my uncle’s surgery go? Was he operated or this rediculous billionaire took back the money?

My mind was running in chaos. Just then the maid came back to serve me dinner. This time I did not allow her to go after placing the plate beside me. I held her hand restricting her movement and pleaded with her in teary eyes to allow me just a phone call.

The maid at first was adamant that she couldn’t help but when I cried she told me she would talk to her boss. I kept waiting for her to come back to me with a positive reply. But she never came. Instead she was replaced with a new maid. The employer seems to be a beast. His courtesy to me was just a false play. But was there any necessity for him to be courteous to me? If so, what was it?

Stephen’s pov

I called the attorney to send Merlyn away. Anyways, she signed the contract. She is now tied with me forever, no way can she leave me for the second time. A sardonic grin left out of me at the thought.

My next priority is to look after the issue of the man who tied a knot with her when I’m already her husband. How dare she marry and also beget a child with the new bloody bastard?

It has been two years since she left but I could not remove her from my heart. Was it so easy for her to be with another man? My blood boils knowing the fact. I now understood our love was only one way all the time. She never loved me and always waited for the opportunity to leave.

I immediately called my private investigator to investigate the case. A day after he came to me and told me, he investigated the issue and there was no man in Merlyn’s life. I was surprised and at the same time relieved. But how did she get a child without a man? Did she opt for surrogacy? My mind went in circles. It never worked normally when it was concerned with Merlyn.

I told the private investigator to re-investigate the matter and two days later, he arrived with the same result. The investigated file was in front of me which had the details of her family. There was nothing new that I did not know about her but for the baby. The file held pictures of all her family members including the baby.

Something triggered in my mind looking at the infant. The baby girl’s picture looked very familiar though I was looking at her for the first time. Clueless of what is happening, I thought deeper and then it clicked. I saw similar pictures in my parents house.

Like a man possessed by a spirit I asked my driver to drive to my parents place in search of a single clue. Just then I got a call from the maid who serves Merlyn. She asked me to allow her a call to her parents’ home. There was no way I would regard her with any facilities. The damn woman had made my life a living hell. I became an alcoholic and almost became insane. I told the maid, the woman was my prisoner and no such facilities will be given to people held hostage. Later I called my domestic duties manager to remove the maid from the job and appoint another. She was giving suggestions to me after eating my own bread.

Every time Merlyn enters my life she brings problems to me. And this time with an accompanied irritating suspense. I hate the day I met this woman. I cannot remove her from my heart and at the same time cannot keep her with me. .

Like a psycho, I turned the sheets of the albums in my parents home. My mother was giving me curious glances intrigued for what I was searching so restlessly. I was myself oblivious of the conclusion I was trying to arrive at. What information could I give her?

She then took the baby’s photo that was in my hands and her eyes went big like saucers in astonishment. “This baby … . this baby looks just like you Stephen when you were small. Where did you get this picture?”

That’s it! I got the answers to all my questions. I peered at her in alarm and my hands halted on their actions startled at her question. I compared my childhood photos with the baby picture I had and it just took me a couple of seconds to find out she looked like a xerox copy of my young self except for the eyes which were blue. Obviously they were Merlyn’s.

A huge relaxed laugh broke out of me. I was crying and laughing at the same time. My joy was beyond bounds and I was the happiest man in the universe. I hugged my mother before I kissed her cheek and shouted loudly with delight. “I am a dad now.” My parents were overjoyed along with me to be a part of my little discovery.

I summoned my men for the DNA sample of the baby for final confirmation. I do not want to build hopes and then get disappointed later though I am almost sure that I’m the father. “Merlyn, wait for me until the result arrives and I will teach you a lesson you will remember for the rest of your life.”

Two days later I got the result. The neatly sealed white envelope was in my hands. Hairs on my body stood up and my hands trembled to open the cover. It felt like the biggest pressure of my life. Not even closing a contract worth millions brought me this much anxiety.

I sent a silent prayer to God and fumbled with the wrapping with shivering fingers. On big bold letters I could find the first words my eyes caught – ‘positive.’

Shit! I screeched, covering my face in my hands in exhilaration and then fisted my hand in the air with the report in my hands. My eyes teared up by the release of stress. The servants working in the house looked at me stunned by my unexpected behavior but who cared. I am now a dad of a cute little daughter and I’m going to show her to my grandfather.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

I ordered the maid to send Merlyn to meet me in my office. Merlyn pray for your lucky stars that I look at you with mercy because I’m not the man to be meddled with and you ruffled my hairs in the most indeterminate territory of hiding my child, my flesh and blood from me.

Merlyn’s pov

After three long days of waiting I finally could hear some news from the man who captured me here like his prisoner. I do not know what I should call him, my employer, my husband to be or just a partner because he did not intend a marriage with me.

I am so worried about the condition of my family. My daughter might be crying because she was not able to see or speak to me. My aunt would have been dead anxious about me not being able to gather any news. My brother would have called me innumerable times in pensiveness only to find my phone is not answerable. I do not know what would the state of my uncle, if he is operated or this idiotic billionaire took back the deposited money. All of them would be excessively tense about me. I hate myself for going against the advice of my aunt and coming here.

Benjamin took me to the office of Bernard, the scoundrel who lured me with his romantic letters and flowers and did not even spare a look at me since then. I made a knock at the door and walked inside. My ears literally were letting out fumes with rage. I needed answers on all my questions, why he got me captive, why he snatched away my mobile, why he refused to speak and finally why he refused to marry when the content of the advertisement was clearly stated – marriage with paralyzed billionaire.

He was in a wheelchair facing the wall. My hands turned to fists with rage. “How dare you lock me up for three days, snatching away my phone and refusing to even see me like I was a corona patient, lest marriage, a far gone issue.

“Because I’m already married to you.” He snarled, turning around and my breath stopped in my throat.

“Stephen?”