IT'S NOT JUST THE BILLIONS [COMPLETED]

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Miranda's P. O. V.

"It's really simple M. You show up and tell him you're pregnant. You got this" I said to myself while pressing Connor's door bell continuously.

"What the heck?"I heard his voice followed back the turning of the door knob. He looked at me in shock as soon as soon as he saw me.

"Miranda"he said. "I..."he drawled. "What are you doing here?"he nervously asked. I opened my mouth to talk but closed it, afraid I would spit out crap. I brought out the pregnancy test report, handing it to him.

"This is good news"he said, surprising me at how happy he sounded. "So who's the father?"

"Pardon?"I asked back, hoping I didnt hear correctly.

"Whose child is it?

"Yours!"I shouted. "Who else did I hook up with?"

"How should I know? As far as I'm concerned, that ain't my baby. I pulled out"

"Well nigga your pull out game was weak"

"But it had you squirting all over me"

"Rot in hell!"I said, wanting to walk away.

"Who is it?"I heard a female ask.

Why am I not surprised he has someone in the house?

"Don't um..."he said, trying to tell her not to come but she refused to listen. I widened my eyes in shock at the sight of who I was seeing.

Louise?

Right in front of my eyes. She was in her underwear while Connor was shirtless with just pants on.

You could tell something happened.

Why am I still standing here? Staring at both of them!

"How could you?"I asked. "Lincoln..."

"Oh please"she interrupted. "I'm not married to Lincoln. Everyone knows that. It's fake so I can do what I want"she said with a smile. I looked at Connor who had an awkward look on his face.

I'm so stupid.

"The media doesn't know about this. You're breaching the contract"

"What contract?"she asked with a laugh. "Lincoln? Besides he's too busy with that strumpet anyway"

"The word strumpet is really coming from a bitch like you?"

"At least this bitch isn't pregnant"she said. "The media is gonna love this"she added.

"If you dare-"

"If I dare what? What's gonna happen? Lincoln won't be able to do anything or else he'll lose so many things and won't be the billionaire everyone knows him as because who would want to work with someone that fakes a marriage?"she said, happy she has something against us. "And besides Lincoln is stuck with me for a few more weeks"

"Days..."

"Years"she said. "It was overly seeing you" she said, gently pulling Connor in, slamming the door at my face, leaving me speechless.

I'm so stupid. Lincoln's right.

Anna's P. O. V.

Here I was in my kitchen, looking at the phone Lincoln gave me to check out what he's been explaining to me. I handed it back to him, looking at him as he sat on the chair, waiting for me to say something.

"That has to be a joke"I said.

"Well if it is, I don't find it funny"

"Lincoln" I started.

"It's all here in the cell phone. Evidence. Calls. Texts. Voice notes..."

"I'd understand why they'd want me dead but you?"

"They don't want me dead"

"Exactly!" I exclaimed. "You being here with me even makes them wanna kill me. What if you were followed? Why the hell didn't you take your bodyguards?"I said, panicking.

"I don't need..."

"Don't fucking say that. You always prove you're so stubborn. Would it have killed you to tell me who you really were when we met? Now look"I said.

"The best thing to do is not pin everything on me"

"Oh I'm sorry not sorry. Who would I pin everything on? I think I have to go write on my Instagram that I'm no longer with Lincoln Tennyson so the serial killer doesn't come for me"

"The fake marriage lasts for two weeks babe"

"That's Anna to you and who gives a shit? I'm done Lincoln. I've been quiet about this whole issue but I'm not ready to die. We are not the same and I done asked myself this so many times if we could ever work out but now I really see we can't"I said, walking towards the window.

I folded my arms, looking out the window, afraid. I was very afraid. All my life I've been running. I don't want to run anymore. I don't want to die.

"If that's what you want..."he said breaking the little silence, taking me aback. "I'm sorry for always wanting to treat you right, for always wanting to let everyone know who I'm so in love with, I'm sorry for being honest with you about everything"he said. I could tell he was really pissed.

"I should have probably lied about everything perhaps you'd like that"He sarcastically said. "I'd tell the media we're done for good. I care about my safety too since all we're doing is being self centered"

"Self centered?"I asked with a scoff. "Lincoln all I'm trying to do is survive. All my life I've been running because I've been through the most..."I paused. "You're not ready for that story and I'm not ready to tell it either"

"Of course"

"I'm just a dancer Lincoln and a director. That's how I survive"

"Well you'd be more than that if you'd stop limiting yourself to things you think you can only do"he said, walking out of the kitchen. I stood frozen, staring at the kitchen door until I heard the front door slam, indicating him leaving.

Why do I feel bad and awkward at the same time?

I'm not even upset he said that because he's right. I do be limiting myself.

I rushed out of the kitchen, opening my front door. He was in the car, his hands on the steering wheel, staring at the road. He shut his eyes, turning to look back at the house.

I want to go meet him.

He looked at me for a second before driving off. That look. It broke me. He was trying to explain to me.

I'm scared what does he expect?

I watched his car until it was out of sight. I still love him.

I do.

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