Hörny Boss

Chapter 35

VERA'S POV

"Terminate the pregnancy? Vera, are you all right?" Hannah asked, blocking my door.

"Hannah, you and I know what happened to the last pregnancy I kept. What did I get after suffering for nine months and delivering in pain? I don't want to go through that again!" I blinked back my tears.

I went back inside and sat down. I know that Jackson has won her heart, and there's no way she was going to give me the go-ahead to abort the pregnancy, so I didn't tell her about it, but she found out.

If she had come five seconds later, I would have been at the hospital by now going through the abortion process. I might invite someone to sign for me and do it before she knows what's happening.

Right now, I don't have a say because she came right on time and blocked my way. She insisted that I keep the pregnancy while she knows that I vowed never to make that terrible mistake again.

"I think Jack is different," she said sweetly and sat down beside me.

"You don't know him, all of them are the same!" I retorted.

"You told me that he confessed that he loves you and I know you feel the same way about him." She stood her ground.

"He said that because his doctor told him to use me!" I accused furiously.

"Don't you think you are misunderstanding him? I mean, it's obvious that he cares about you, he must've told you that to…"

"You don't know him, I do! He said it clearly to my face and there's nothing to misunderstand there!" I cut her off.

"Really? Are you for real? What happened to Vera?" She shook her head in disbelief.

"Hannah, every minute counts, I need to get done with this before it becomes too late. If he cared about me like you said, he would have listened to me when I told him to use protection." I rebuffed.

"Okay, go ahead! You are a grown up and I don't have any right to make decisions for you. I just hope you always make the right ones." She smiled fauxly.

I watched her carry her handbag, kiss me goodbye, walk out the door, and quietly close it. I kept gazing at the door, and I felt empty and gloomy.

I thought about a lot of things. Nathan, was he telling the truth? I mean, ever since we clashed, I haven't seen him around his office or his house. Was it him?

Jackson, is he being sincere about loving me? He's a great father; he loves Tim and can share that love with another child of his, but what if he breaks my heart? I can't take that!

I have indeed gone through a lot of heartbreaks, from my parents to men, but it's different when it comes to Jackson, I will probably go crazy if I live.

Look at me feeling so down because I refused to accept his request, what if he was the person who rejected me? Oh, fuck!

What should I do? I don't want to lose my friend! Hannah was right, after all, I can't keep fooling myself.

I recalled the young Vera, eight years ago, rejected by her parents, wandering around looking for those who hated the sight of her and exposed to the dangers of sexual abuse.

The little girl who was turned into a nymphomaniac by her mother's boyfriend whom her mother chose over her! How that mother drove her away to other people's homes and she had to live in fear and unholiness.

How she gave herself to the young sons of the six foster homes she entered and was chased away, saying that she was possessed or mentally ill.

How the last master she served took advantage of her, used her, got her pregnant, forcefully kept her against her will until she delivered her baby boy and was chased away with nothing.

As I thought about the past, tears streamed down my cheeks. How can Hannah, the only person who knows my plight, ask me to carry another baby for another good-looking, sweetly coated-tongued, crazy sex maniac and an equally ruthless billionaire?!

Jackson is different… Those words haunted me. He is simply a man who doesn't give a damn about anyone else but himself! I won't forget the day a delivery man bashed his car!!

I don't have to waste time on it. I will abort this child and go to the dinner party tonight because I have already agreed to go and leave for good. Thank God my friends already got an apartment and a job ready for me.

"I'm also closer to my dreams if I reside in New Orleans. Downtown is not for people like me," I murmured, picked up my purse, and exited the house.

I already resigned from my work, so I went to meet the investigator I paid to dig up solid proof for the first hearing in court.

"He has equal rights to the child. The DNA results said so; it would be really hard to fight him," he said immediately after I entered his office and sat down.

"I am aware of that. He's very powerful and wealthy. I know all of that, but he is a beâst! That man took advantage of me and deprived me of the right to even see my son ever since I gave birth to him,"

Tears filled my eyes when I remembered how his men forcefully took my son away from me at the hospital and the words he said to me; I haven't forgotten even the expression on his face.

"I know that I was a nymphomaniac, but he locked me up in his house when he noticed that I was carrying a baby and I know he won't ever give me the chance to ever meet my son if I don't fight now. Only God knows if he hasn't poisoned his mind."

"Miss Vera, you will need a backup to face a dangerous man like that. A man who is fighting against the Prince of Wales is not an ordinary human being. I am just worried about you," he advised.

"I don't want to keep living my life in regret, disappointment and depression. I will do anything to have my child back and if I should sacrifice my useless life, it's fine!" I dabbed my wet face with the hem of my dress.

"If that's what you want and readily prepared to do that, I will keep looking for evidence to use against him. That's all I can do for you, I also informed the attorney to submit the case in court,"

"Thank you, I'm grateful. I will be going then,"

"All right, I will make sure to give you a call if the need arises. See you," he smiled and kept nodding as I took my leave.

I couldn't get myself to the hospital. I entered a bus and cried until the bus driver told me that he had reached the final stop and I didn't tell him where I was dropping.

I simply came down from the car, sat down on the park bench, and resumed crying. I will die soon since Kenneth has such influence. That's why he did that to me.

Well, I will surprise him by putting up a fight, maybe get a chance to see my son before he finally sends me to the grave.

Should I tell Jackson? Hell no! He would help me with a condition and I don't want to owe him anything again or make promises that I would live the rest of my life trying to keep.

Jackson is wealthy, probably richer, and more connected than Kenneth, but I can't tell him that part of my story; he would likely take advantage of the situation.

"Vera Santos, keep your head high and focus, and you will get to your biggest dream! You don't need a man that would also break your heart like the others!"

I talked loudly to myself, sniffed my tears back, and decided to go home and visit the hospital tomorrow. I don't want anyone lecturing me about taking it easy in life while I have always been reckless.