Three years later
Justin rolls out of bed to be stopped by his buzzing phone for a call.
He picks up the call. "What the fuck do you want now?"
"Justin I think you have a kid. We have to cover up right away." The low voice trails off.
"Who?"
"Who what sir?"
"Who the fuck is the mother?" He snarls.
"U-um Isabella. Does that ring a bell?" The voice cracks.
Justin freezes. Actually, his whole world freezes. The last time they had sex was 3 years ago.
That must mean his kid is about two-years-old.
No the kid. Justin didn't want to have to claim it. It may have his DNA but it wasn't his.
"Hello, sir...?"
"You deal with this for the press I'm going to take matters the situation on my own."
He adored Isabella, really. He just met her at the wrong time. He's a star now not some romantic guy. He has no time for feelings.
Feelings are best to be brushed aside in his industry. You'll get hurt. It's very easy for someone to backstab you. For the whole story to be twisted in seconds. For your career to be over in minutes.
Justin had his mind straight on one thing.
No one will know he has a kid.
Even if he has to go through blood, sweat, and tears. No one can know.
That would change his image surely.
He could even imagine the headlines.
'The Popstar who abandoned his best friend and lover pregnant and alone.'
What if she has a boyfriend? Or a husband?
She surely wouldn't definitively want to see him then.
Would she be pissed at him? Or disappointed? Or even hate him?
Justin thought about coming back for Isabella all the time.
But he never knew that she was pregnant. Let alone raising the child.
Anger boiled up inside him. How could she not tell him?
He loved her.
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My Famous Baby Daddy
RomanceJustin and Isabella have been friends since birth and started to become lovers later but what happens when Justin pursues his career in singing while leaving behind a pregnant Isabella? 3 years later Justin finds out about his baby, so what would an...
