Wrong Injection

Chapter 69

I was still reeling from Bella's confession. The cruelty of her actions stunned me. If her life was truly at risk, she could have confided in her father, a mafia figure who likely would have protected her. Instead, she chose to betray me, leaving me to face the consequences alone. Those college days were tough, and the memories still lingered.

My thoughts were interrupted as Mom walked in, responding to a call. I took a deep breath, preparing myself to share the painful truth about Bella's betrayal.

"Milani what's wrong?" she asked, sitting beside me, but I remained silent, struggling to find the words. "Talk to me, Lani," she urged gently.

"Mom, it's Bella," I managed to croak out, my voice trembling.

"What did she say?" Mom asked, her tone low and concerned.

I took a deep breath before speaking, each word pouring out amidst my tears. "She... she... said that Sultan is Dream's father." Mom's expression changed, but she listened intently.

"She told me about it, Lani."

"What? When?" I asked, my questions coming rapid-fire.

"The day we escorted you to the airport, honey, After you left, I wanted to know what she had to tell you that could make you hate her forever. So I convinced her, and she told me everything."

"I still can't wrap my head around it, Mom. It's just so hard," I said, my voice cracking as I sniffed back tears. Mom's warm hand enveloped mine, offering comfort.

"I know honey. So, are you going to let Bella's betrayal define your relationship with her?" she asked gently and I shook my head.

"No, I'm just hurt, that's all. I don't know if I can forgive her right now, but I'm not ready to give up on her either." Mom nodded thoughtfully.

"Okay, well, there's something more pressing we need to discuss. When are you going to tell Sultan that Dream is his child?" I took a deep breath, feeling a mix of anxiety and trepidation.

"Tonight, I guess. I don't know how to bring it up, but he deserves to know." Mom's expression turned resolute.

"You're right, he does. He needs to know he has a daughter with you. You'll figure out a way to tell him, Lani. Just be honest and straightforward."
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I stepped into the penthouse, with Dream securely in my arms, my heart racing with anticipation and nerves. I had to tell Sultan the truth – he had to know he had a child with me. Taking a deep breath, I entered the living room, but it was empty. I gently set Dream down and began to scan the area for any sign of Sultan.

Moments later, I spotted him thundering down the stairs, his eyes fixed on us with a mix of surprise and wonder. He froze mid-step, his gaze locking onto mine, and for what felt like an eternity, we just stared at each other. I felt my cheeks flush, and I shyly averted my gaze. Sultan's attention shifted to Dream, and his voice softened. "Dream," he called out, rushing down the stairs to envelop her in a tight hug. "God, it's really you," he whispered, still in awe.

I managed a weak greeting, barely meeting his gaze. "Uh... hey," I murmured, my nervousness palpable.

"Hi," He said, scooping Dream up in his arms, a hint of disbelief still etched on his face. "Am I in some kind of dream?" He chuckled softly, and I forced a nervous smile.

I hesitated, my words caught in my throat. "Well, um..." I trailed off, feeling my palms grow sweaty. Sultan's expression turned concerned as he noticed my unease.

"Have a seat," he offered, but I quickly shook my head.

"No, no, I prefer to stand," I blurted out, the words tumbling out in a rush. Sultan's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Are you okay?" his tone laced with worry. I tried to compose myself.

"Yes, I am," I replied, attempting to sound normal. But his gaze lingered on me, skeptical.

"Why do you want to stand, then?" he pressed, and I took a deep breath.

"Because I came here to tell you something very important," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I nervously bit my lip, steeling myself for what was to come.

"What is so important that you can't sit?"

"Uh... well, um... it's about Dream." I hesitated.

"Dream? What's about her?" his voice laced with concern as he gazed at her. And I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest.

"She's your daughter," I finally blurted out, the words spilling out like a dam breaking. Sultan's expression froze, his eyes locked on Dream for a moment before slowly shifting back to me.

"I'm sorry, what?" his voice barely above a whisper. I steeled myself and repeated the words.

"Dream is your daughter." His face contorted in confusion, his eyes searching mine for signs of joking. But when he saw none, his face slowly began to pale.

"What... what are you talking about, Milani?" he stammered, but I stood my ground, my eyes locked on his.

"I'm talking about the fact that Dream is your daughter, Sultan. You need to know the truth."

Sultan's face radiated pure joy, his eyes sparkling with unbridled excitement. "A-are you serious about this right now?" his voice trembling with emotion. And I nodded, a smile spreading across my face despite the tears welling up in my eyes.

"Yeah, she's your baby," I confirmed and Sultan's face lit up like a thousand suns, he swept Dream into his arms, covering her tiny face with kisses.

"No, you don't mean it," he whispered, his voice overflowing with happiness. As I watched him, I felt a lump form in my throat. It was clear that he had felt a deep connection to Dream all along, and seeing them together like this filled me with joy and a sense of wonder. The connection between them was palpable, a tangible thread that bound them together.

"I knew we mistakenly had sex that night in Ghana," he said and I exhaled.

"We literally did not have sex that night Sultan, we did not make Dream that night." I emphasized and he looked at me like I was crazy.

"If we did not have sex then how did me make Dream then?"

"Through insemination," I said and his eyes widened, "I know we did not agree on anything like that, but that was how we actually made her."

"What?" he asked, his confusion evident. I took a deep breath and recounted everything Balla had told me, leaving nothing out. "This is crazy," he breathed, looking shocked to the core.

"Yeah, it is," I agreed.

"Damn," he muttered in disbelief.

"I'd like to apologize on her behalf. She didn't mean to do this, circumstances forced her hand." I apologized on Bella's behalf.

"No Bella hasn't done anything wrong. She actually saved me from Veronica's wicked intentions, so I should be thanking her." I nodded in agreement. "This revelation must be hard on you," he said, his voice soft as he cupped my cheek. And I nodded, feeling a mix of emotions.

"Absolutely," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.