Wrong Injection

Chapter 73

"Dream, keep it down in there!" I called out from the kitchen, where I was busy preparing lunch. I could hear her scattering Liam's toys all over the living room, the sound of blocks and dolls clattering against the marble floor.

I'd been living in the penthouse for months now, but I still couldn't say I loved it. It was Sultan's decision, after all he wanted me and Dream under his roof, and I had no choice but to go along with it.
I missed having my own space. Sarah, on the other hand, was thrilled that Sultan had finally made me his girlfriend. She'd moved into one of his other mansions to give us some privacy, but she often dropped by for visits.

"Okay, Mummy!" Dream responded, her little voice piping up from the living room. I smiled at my kid's smartness, feeling a surge of love and pride. Though she wasn't perfect at talking yet, she was trying her best to communicate with me, and I did my best to understand her.

I walked to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. Just as I reached for it, I felt a little tap on my hip. I looked down to see Liam, my little boy, standing there with a big smile on his face. "Hi Mummy's little boy!" I exclaimed, scooping him up in a loving hug.

"Ma-ma," he called out, giggling in my arms.

"Yes, honey, I guess you're hungry," I said, and he nodded enthusiastically. "Want mushy potatoes?" I asked him, and his face lit up.

"Yesh," he grinned, his little eyes shining with excitement.

"Okay honey," I said, just as Dream came running into the kitchen, her little legs moving quickly.

"Mummy, I can't do it," Dream whined, her little face scrunched up in frustration as she tried to fix one of her broken toys. She stopped fiddling with it and held it up to me, her eyes pleading for help. "Can Mummy help?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. I looked down at her, my heart melting at her adorable expression.

"Of course baby, but before that, you'll have to eat first," I said, trying to sound firm but gentle. She nodded, her ponytail bobbing up and down.

"Good," I replied, smiling at her.
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Saturday had rolled around again, and Sultan decided to take the kids and me for a stroll around the neighborhood. As we walked, Dream bounced along beside us, beaming with joy. She was thrilled to be out with her favorite toy and with all of us together for the first time.

Liam, on the other hand, was still too young to walk far, so I pushed him in his stroller. He watched wide-eyed as people passed by, giggling and cooing at every new face. He was clearly loving the outing too.

Just as we were enjoying the peaceful walk, three girls suddenly spotted Sultan and squealed in unison, "Oh my God, it's Sultan King West !" They rushed towards us, phones at the ready. "Can we take a selfie, please?" one of them asked, barely containing her excitement.

Sultan smiled and nodded, "Sure." I watched as he posed with each of them, taking a picture with every single one.

One of the girl approached me and Liam, taking me by surprise. It was the first time someone had noticed me alongside Sultan, rather than just focusing on him. Given his celebrity status as Sultan King West, it was understandable that he usually drew all the attention. The girl's eyes widened as she took in the sight of Liam, Dream, and me. "Is she your girlfriend?" she asked Sultan, still staring at us in awe.

"Yeah, she's my girlfriend Milani, and my two kids," he said, his voice filled with affection. I couldn't help but smile at him, feeling a warmth in my heart. The girl's eyes lit up even more.

"Oh my God, she's so pretty," she exclaimed, and before I could even react, she snapped a picture of me without asking. I felt a flicker of discomfort , I wasn't used to being in the spotlight, and the thought of my photo being all over the news without my consent was unsettling. But as I glanced at Sultan, I realized that this was now my reality. As his official girlfriend, I needed to be prepared for the paparazzi and the attention that came with it. I took a deep breath, trying to steel myself for what was to come.

The girls left, starry-eyed and smiling, and we continued our stroll.