The Billionaire's Baby

4| Vante

"You shouldn't glare so much. See how nervous you made her, Vante," Sofia scolds me playfully.

I roll my eyes at her playful tone. She's always been a happy person, before she married that scumbag of a husband.

Just the thought of him makes me grimace.

"Vante?" Sofia tilts her head, examining me. "Did you go to see my daughter?"

"Yes, I went to see her. She looks a lot like you," I add trying lighten up the mood. Or rather my mood.

"Beautiful? Of course," she jokes around. "I'm still deciding on a name for her, though,"

"Her name is Maria Sofia Riccardo." I say sternly, my tone dead serious.

Sofia bursts out laughing and leans forward as she holds her stomach. "Seriously, Vante- can you be any-more- clueless?"

She questions between laughing. But it's more like she's insulting me. To this I growl.

Sofia's laughing stops and she keeps her playful smile on her face. "Only the mother of the child can name her, Vante. Or the father. In this case, my dear brother, you're not the mother of the child-"

She gets cut of by her own laughter and I just watch her. It's been so long since I've seen her happy like this.

"Speaking of which, when are you going to marry? Or get a girlfriend, at least? You know, having a baby might strengthen your little 'empire' and stop all these attempts on your life," Sofia then puts on a pout. "You make me worry all the time, Vante, and stress is gonna give me wrinkles,"

She puts on a fake cry and kicks her feet like a baby. I smile slightly and chuckle at this.

But Sofia is right. The attempts on my life are because everyone knows that whoever kills me will inherit my so-called 'empire'. Honestly, the people I know will really do whatever it takes to get my billions. I've had assassination attempts, seductresses, and some even tried to kidnap me. Tried to. I'm able to protect myself, so I don't think that having a son would protect me more than my army of guards.

It would be too much to even find a mother. All the women dress to revealing and, trust me, it's a fucking turn off to have some slut throw themselves at my feet. And it would be a hefty price to pay for someone to have my child. Not like I care about the money, but it's about who I give it to. I don't want some irresponsible little girl in charge of the life of my future empire. And it can't be anyone who's got ties with my enemies.

She has to be perfect, smart, responsible and independent. She has to be a woman. I don't want to have to put my dick in some girl who's just gonna betray me and use me for my money. Not again.

I need someone strong, and someone who's not afraid to stand up to me. As much as I hate it when people disagree or argue or question me, I need a woman who can do that without fear. I need a woman who can say no to me like Delilah did in the chambers.

"Sofia, I've gotta go," I state as I stand up.

She giggles at the sudden change in my demeanour. "Are you going to find the mother of your little prince?" Sofia jokes.

"Yes, actually. I am," I state, finally turning around and leaving Sofia with a stunned face.

"Vante!" I snap my head around to see Sofia with her hands together and her face in a pout. "Please don't hurt Delilah. She's my only true friend and she's been through a lot as a teenager. Don't break her?"

I sigh and nod. I guess I should apologise for what I said, and I'll use that as a chance to ask her about the proposal I have for her.

Delilah, Delilah, Delilah fucking Winston.

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A/n
Short chapter, haha. Just an intro to the pov thing. Anywho I hope you enjoy the next one:)