? ROYAL STRUGGLE FOR LOVE ?
? Who’s
My
Baby’s
Father ?
Story by:- ?????? Racheal Dennis ????????
Episode 28?
(Semi-final)
? Prince Harry’s POV ?
After driving for almost thirty minutes, we finally arrived at Tom’s resident. Mark and I parked outside Tom’s home, observing the environment.
According to what I’m seeing this is one of the most dangerous zone in Peoria. I can see men walking in groups of twos and threes, I can clearly tell that they are gangsters.
And it’s very noisy in this neighborhood.
“Your highness, should we still wait in the car or we are gonna go knock on his door” Mark asked.
Honestly, I’m scared out of my pants. The faces here are scary, like they are always ready for a fight.
“Let’s go” I said.
I open the door and step out of my car. Mark quickly come to my side, he’s looking around with his blank expression.
We approach Tom’s door, I pressed the doorbell and waited for someone to open it. Few seconds later the door open and a petite woman comes out, carrying a baby in her arms.
She looked at me with a weak smile, then her gaze turned to Mark and her smile is replaced with a scared expression.
“W-who…. W-who are you” she stutters out in fear.
I can see her body trembling in fear. I guess something bad might have happened to her, and seeing Mark is triggering her pain.
“Madam we’re…”
“I don’t know anything.. I… I… I can’t tell you anything” she said and wanted to shut the door on my face.
I put my foot to block the door.
“Ma’am, please calm down. We just want to ask…. ”
She begins to shake her head vehemently, clutching onto her baby very tight.
“Please go away, go, go, go…”
I hold her shoulder to help balance her.
“We just want to talk to your husband” I told her.
She calms down a little and look at me dumbly. Different emotions flash through her eyes, and for a split second I see pain and sorrow in her eyes. Before it turns into fear again.
“My husband”
“Yes, your husband. Tom!” I said.
“Tom… H-he.. he.. he’s gone. Gone! They…. They… Oh my God! He’s gone… ”
I knit my brows in confusion. What is she saying? Can she be more clear?.
“What do you mean he’s gone? Gone where?” I asked.
“He’s gone… They came and… And… Shot…. T-they….” Then she falls down.
On reflect action, I caught the baby in time. Someone rushed out from the house and bend down to her level, shaking her to wake up.
“Emilia, wake up. Emilia, Emilia”
The lady that came stand up and carry the baby from me.
“Who are you? What did you do to Emilia?” She sneered at me.
“I just asked her about her husband and… ”
“You asked about her husband?!” She asked angrily.
I nod.
“Listen here Mr Man, Emilia just lost her husband and talking about it is the last thing she needs now. Don’t bring your butts…. ”
“How dare you talk to the prin…. ”
I raised my hand to stop Mark From completing his sentence.
“I’d like it if you leave!” The lady said.
“But… ”
“Leave!!” She snarled loudly.
I nod and turned to Mark.
“Let’s go” I told her him.
We head back to my car.
“What are we going to do now, your highness?”
“Nothing, our only hope is gone”
“Then you’ll be forced to drop the crown” he said.
I smiled.
“And I’ll drop it. This is what Stephano want, he’s succeed. I’ll let him be the crown prince and spend the rest of my life with my wife, traveling around the world”
“Your highness…. ”
“That’s enough Mark. I’m tired of fighting anyway, I don’t wanna fight no more” I told him.
He frowns but said nothing more.
Stephano will never stop plotting and fighting against me until he gets the throne, so why not give it to him without any trouble.
? Elena’s POV ?
I look at the test stick in my hands. What I feared most has happened…. What I did not plan for had happened.
How can I tell Harry that I’m pre.gnant? When my innocence is not proven yet… Will he even believe that he’s the father of my baby?.
I personally don’t know who my baby’s father is… Is it Harry or Stephano?.
I need advice from someone. But who can I talk to? The queen wouldn’t believe that Harry is the father…. It might even get me in trouble.
My aunt…. Yes, I should talk to my aunt and hear what she’ll have to tell me.
I quickly take my bath, changed into some comfy clothes, then I head out. I board a cab and the driver takes me straight to my aunt’s.
I stand by the door and knock on the door. It doesn’t take much time before my aunt open the door, immediately she sees me, she wanted to slam the door on me, but I hold it.
“Aunt, I’m…”
“You’re what? Sorry? Sorry for what?” She interupts me.
“I’m sorry. I know I did wrong…. ”
“I bet you did” she said.
I sighed and wanted to go in but she blocked me from entering. I looked at her in confusion.
“Aunt”
“Listen to me Elena, I don’t want to see you anywhere near this house”
“Why would you say that?” I asked.
“You are asking me?” Then she hissed and glared at me. “Do you know what the neighbors have been saying about me? Do you want to know how they point fingers at me whenever I’m walking on the streets? Elena you’ve disgraced me and made me a laughing stock. I don’t want to see you anymore, from today onwards I cut all ties with you. You are not my niece and I’m not your aunt”
I looked at my aunt dumbfounded. How can she say these words to me? Is the love and care she was showing me fake?
“Aunt.. …”
“I’m not your aunt!!!” She yells in my face and slams the door shut.
I stand there for 15minutes knocking on the door, but she didn’t open up.
Then I turned back and leave.
If my aunt can disown me, then the royal family will question the paternity of my baby.
Now I don’t think I can continue to live in the palace anymore, it won’t be safe for me nor my baby. The best option now is ab©rtion or divorce.
I’ll sleep over it, I’ll have to choose between ab©rtion and divorce.
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