Pregnant by Two Secrets: My Ex and His Father

The keys dropped into my palm like a warning. Cold. Heavy. Expensive. "Take care of it," the man said. I looked up, and immediately knew I had failed my only rule to stay invisible. He stood beside a black Lamborghini, tall, silver hair and well built body. His eyes didn't wander. They stopped. Fixed. Pierced through me. My chest tightened. My pulse betrayed me. "Yes, sir," I murmured, already reaching for the door handle. The engine purred when I slid inside. Smooth leather. Quiet power. Money humming in every detail. I gripped the wheel as if it were a lifeline. One wrong move, one scratch, and I'd lose the only job keeping me alive in this city. When I glanced in the mirror, his gaze followed. Not the car. Me. I stepped out, trying to walk casually, my heart hammering like a drum in my ears. He studied me. And then, deliberately, he brushed his fingers against mine. My breath hitched. "What's your name?" His voice was low, controlled. "And your age?" Poverty has a way of silencing pride. "Ophelia. Twenty-four," I whispered. A pause. Then a card slid into my palm. "Call me at noon," he said. Before I could speak, he pressed a kiss to my knuckles and walked away, leaving me standing there, frozen. A horn blared behind me. Reality snapped back. By the end of my shift, the card was still in my pocket yet unwanted. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Back at the apartment, I tossed my bag onto the bed like it was a threat. Tessa's eyes were already on me. "Spill it," she said, half-excited, half-suspicious. I threw myself onto the mattress, exhausted. "You're not going to believe this." She perched beside me, "Try me." I recounted everything. Every glance. Every deliberate touch. Every impossible, commanding word. "Girl... Ignore his annoying attitudes, that's how wealthy people do!" "But what you won't ignore is the dinner invitation" "Ophie girls like us don't get chances like this" "Rich men walk by everyday, you should be happy one stopped for you and even invited you to dinner" she added. Hunger flashing through her smile like a denied stepdaughter. My face went from "finally someone understands me" to "girl, what??". I looked at her disappointed and confused at the same time. Just when I tried to express my disappointment, my phone buzzed just once. It read "Don't be late" from an unknown number My blood ran cold I hadn't given anyone my number. Could it be him? A soft knock echoed through the room. Once Twice Then the third time, deliberately. The knock came again. Soft. Careful. Like whoever was knocking already knew, I was afraid.Tessa got up from the bed quietly, her bare feet barely making a sound against the floor. She stood behind me, close enough that I could feel her warmth against my back. "Ophie," she whispered, "who knocks like that?" I swallowed hard and reached for the door handle anyway. "Who is it?" I asked. "Delivery," a