Wrong Injection

CHAPTER 1

I took a well-deserved day off from work today, reeling from an exhausting three-day business trip. As a young entrepreneur with hotels across the globe, I barely had time for myself. The risk of burnout was high, but my business always came first.

I slowly got out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom, letting the warm shower soothe my sore muscles. As I stood there, my mind wandered to Veronica, the woman currently in my life. She was the daughter of a notorious Mafia boss here in New York City, and her father was vehemently opposed to our relationship. I couldn't understand why he was so against us.

Our relationship had already been put to the test. I refused to let Veronica go, despite her father's disapproval. At one point, his bodyguards even pointed guns at me, and I had been shot in the arm. The incident almost led to our breakup.

Feeling relaxed but still a bit tired, I walked out of the bathroom naked and half-wet. That's when I saw Veronica sitting on my bed, waiting for me. I was taken aback, as I hadn't told her I was coming home.

"Veronica," I called out, still in surprise, as she sat with a playful frown on her face.

"Sultan, I'm so mad at you right now," Veronica said, standing up with a scowl on her face. I scratched the back of my head, already knowing why she was upset.

"Why? What's up?" I asked, feigning innocence, and she tilted her head.

"You came back to town and you did not even bother to tell me? Do you know how bad I felt when I found out from your secretary?" she complained, her voice laced with annoyance. Then I pulled her into me by the waist, trying to placate her. "Don't do that ever again," she said, her eyes flashing with anger. "It was so embarrassing. You should have seen my face when I heard you were back and I knew nothing about it." I smirked, amused by her outburst, and leaned in to kiss her.
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"Goodness, Sultan, you make love like a beast!" Veronica exclaimed, collapsing onto the bed beside me after our four rounds of nonstop sex. "Where do you get your energy from? Every round was more fantastic than the last. You're amazing, baby!"

"That's because you make me want you more and more." I smiled and complimented right back. But the truth was, every time we had sex, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was with a whore, not the woman I wanted to keep. It was a disturbing thought that I couldn't seem to get out of my head, no matter how hard I tried.

"Sultan, baby, I have a request. Please don't say no to me." Veronica gazed into my eyes, her expression serious. And I shrugged, curious about what she wanted.

"What is it?"

"We've tried so many times to have a baby, but it didn't work," she said, her voice laced with longing. "If I can't get pregnant the natural way, maybe we should try something else." Her words hung in the air, and I raised an eyebrow, unsure where she was heading with her request. We both desperately wanted to be parents, but our efforts had been met with failure so far.

"Apart from having sex, which is the most natural way to conceive, what else do you want us to try, Veronica?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "I hope it's not a far-fetched idea?"

Veronica's face lit up with excitement. "No, not at all! Actually, I was thinking we could try insemination. I know it sounds crazy that I never thought of it before, but I think it's a great idea!"

I stared at her, incredulous. "You can't be serious," I said, shaking my head. "Veronica, when we have sex, I give you everything I've got. Why would we need insemination? We've been trying to have a baby for a while now, and I think we should just stick with the natural way of doing things." I leaned back against the headboard, clearly unconvinced by her suggestion.

"The natural way?" Veronica exclaimed, her voice rising in frustration. "Sultan, for crying out loud, how many times do we have sex in a day? You've lost count, and I have too. And how many miscarriages have I had? None. Not a single one. That's proof enough that no amount of sex can get me pregnant. Your semen isn't the issue, Sultan. It's something more. Please, don't refuse insemination. It's our only hope."

Veronica's words hung in the air as she got up from the bed, her movements angry and deliberate. She began picking up her clothes from the floor, I watched her for a moment, then walked up to her, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, resting my chin on her shoulder.

"Let go of me," Veronica said, trying to wriggle free from my grasp, but I held tight.

"Okay, fine. I'll give it a try," I said, reluctantly giving in to her demands, despite my reservations.

Her face lit up with a radiant smile as she spun around to face me. "What did you say?" she asked, her voice trembling with excitement.

"You heard me Veronica," I replied, trying to maintain a nonchalant tone, not wanting to reveal that I had acquiesced to her wishes.Her eyes sparkled with joy as she threw her arms around me.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you so much!" she exclaimed, planting a kiss on my lips. "I need to share this with Father right away," she said, breaking free from our hug. And I rolled my eyes at the mention of her father's name, a mix of annoyance and apprehension swirling inside me.

"I'll be in the washroom," I said, heading towards the bathroom, still feeling a twinge of annoyance at the mention of her father's name.

Just as I reached for the doorknob, Veronica's phone rang, and I turned around to watch her walk over to the nightstand to answer it. "Hello Papa," she said with a smile, catching my eye knowing exactly how I felt about her father. "Father, Sultan has agreed to try insemination! Isn't that exciting?" she announced, her voice bubbly with enthusiasm. But her smile faltered as she listened to her father's response.

"Veronica you know how much I hate this guy!" Her eyes darting up to meet mine, a look of discomfort crossing her face. And I wondered what her father had said to make her react that way.

"Father, come on, I just want a baby with him, that's all. There's nothing more to it. If I have this baby with him, I'll be able to claim some of his possessions, and then I'll end my relationship with him."

Veronica's voice dropped to a whisper as she continued to talk to her father, and I strained my ears to listen, but couldn't quite catch what she was saying. She seemed to be reassuring him.

"I still don't agree to this my dear, Enrique is your fiancé, and he won't like the idea of you carrying another man's child."

"He already knows, Papa, and he's agreed to it. Don't worry, I have everything under control."

"Alright, what are you going to do with the baby after you get everything you want from him?"

"Kill it, it's simple. Enrique will take care of that. Killing a baby is no big deal, Father."

Veronica's nervous smiles in my direction made it clear she was uncomfortable discussing this with her father while I was present. Feeling a growing sense of unease, I turned away, grasping the doorknob and stepping into the washroom, eager to escape the disturbing conversation.