Chapter 5 I could feel a bulge against my back!

Rachel's POV

My jaw dropped at the size of this house. I feel like I'm in a palace; it's enormous. Can they really live here?

I had just arrived at the Morgan's mansion. I thought it was a simple house, but it turned out to be massive.

My mouth had been open since we entered the entrance, and I was still amazed as we stepped inside. I believe even if our house was doubled a hundred times, it still wouldn't be enough.

"Rachel..." I turned to the lady who called my name.

"Come here," she beckoned, and I immediately approached her.

What would she say?

"How old are you, daughter? You seem very young," she inquired.

"Seventeen years old," I answered briefly, bowing my head. I felt embarrassed; it was fortunate that she accepted me, but Christopher's father was angry with me, just as Christopher felt towards me.

Who wouldn't? I disrupted their peaceful world.

"Youthful indeed. I think I guessed your age correctly," the lady said, smiling at me. "Are you still studying?" she added.

I shook my head. "I had to stop studying because of what happened," I replied.

"So, where are your parents? Do they know about your pregnancy with my son? Are they aware of your current condition?" I shook my head again. I remembered Mama and Papa; they vanished at the same time I lost my virginity. While I was having fun, they were suffering.

Unbeknownst to me, tears were streaming down my face.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Rachel," she said, handing me a handkerchief. She was very kind. "You mustn't overthink or become too emotional. I'll have one of the nannies take you to your room. Just wait here; I'll call Nanny Lydia." With that, the lady left me.

As she walked away, I continued to watch her. I surveyed the surroundings once more when she disappeared from sight. How many maids do they have here? Perhaps I could apply as one.

Lost in thought, I was startled when someone suddenly spoke from behind me. It was a middle-aged woman in a uniform.

"I'll take you to your room," she announced. I wanted to ask about lady Caroline, but I hesitated. It's embarrassing.

She took my bag, which was filled with clothes and personal belongings. I never imagined I would be living here. All I wanted was a little help, but I didn't expect to be given so much.

We were in the hallway on the second floor, yet we hadn't reached the room yet. I couldn't bear it any longer; I had an urge to ask.

"Excuse me, is my room far away?" I started walking as well. She glanced at me, devoid of any emotion.

Are the maids really like this here? Communication seems difficult. She spoke only once.

"We're almost there," she curtly replied.

I stopped walking, causing her to be slightly ahead of me. I took a deep breath before asking again.

"W-what's your name? I mean-"

"My name is Lydia. If you need anything, just press the buzzer in your room and speak, and I will assist you," she interrupted, preventing me from finishing my sentence.

Ah, she must be Nanny Lydia. "O-okay," I simply nodded.

Restless, I still wanted to ask. "W-wait," I stopped again, causing her to halt and look at me.

"D-do you think I'll still see lady Caroline and her husband often? I-I mean..." I winced at her reaction to my question.

"Of course, we encounter them frequently, especially in the kitchen. Lady Caroline doesn't want anyone to eat before they do; they always dine together," she answered. I thought she would get angry because I was talking too much.

"Is that all your questions?" She looked at me as I gave her look with 'can I still ask?'

"You can still ask," she finally smiled. I had thought she wouldn't smile the entire time we conversed.

"This will be the last one... How many children does lady Caroline have?"

We stopped walking once again. We stood by the door, and she opened it before responding to my query.

"Lady Caroline has only one child, Christopher. Their firstborn passed away during childbirth, so Sir Alfred cherishes Christopher dearly. He's the sole heir to their wealth. Sorry for rambling; that should be enough," she suddenly chuckled.

Now I understand why Christopher's father reacted that way. It's terrifying.

Christopher is fortunate to have everything in this world, things he doesn't even need to dream about.

I almost jumped when the lady spoke up again. "I'll leave you here, girl. If you need anything, just press the small buzzer on the table," she pointed at a small table. "Just speak, and we'll hear you in the maids' room."

I nodded as she left the room. I walked over to the door and locked it.

My jaw dropped as I surveyed the room I was now in. Wow! It's absolutely beautiful-just as spacious as our entire house.

I ran my hand along the soft bed and noticed a small table beside it. A delicate golden chandelier hung from the ceiling. It seemed like everything here was adorned in gold.

Feeling exhausted, I sank into the plush bed. It was incredibly comfortable.

I contemplated pulling out my phone from the pocket of my leggings. I hadn't touched it for an entire day.

What I ended up doing was researching the Morgan family. Christopher's face appeared first on the screen. I stared at the picture. He didn't look that handsome in it, but in person, even when he's angry, he's incredibly attractive-quite different from the picture.

I gazed at his image for a long time. No wonder girls have a crush on him. Ah, here it is.

Christopher Morgan, 27 years old, and he had already established numerous businesses by the age of 18. I was amazed. You would never guess this grumpy man is only 27. It turns out he's just as capable as our grumpy neighbor from before.

A laugh escaped my lips. I had assumed he was only 22 or 23, so I was surprised to learn that he was 27-the same age as Declan. It reminded me of the night Daisy and I had schemed. So, this is what I ended up with. I gave my virginity to the wrong man.

Not that it mattered much because, in the end, he was better than my crush, Declan. I regretted my foolish actions. While I was out having fun, others were fighting for their lives. I was being incredibly selfish. I had disobeyed Mama and Papa, and now I was all alone. Thankfully, Lady Caroline was there. Without her, I wouldn't have made it this far. I'm sure I would have been left to rot.

I got up and began exploring the room again. I couldn't resist peeking into the dressing room. It's truly different when you're rich, even the size of the clothes. Whose clothes could these be?

I initially thought this room would be mine, but it seems someone already owns it.

Restless and curious about the owner of the clothes, I stepped inside. I was astounded by the sheer size of the dressing room. As I leaned against the wall, it suddenly swung open. My eyes widened.

A secret room?

I hesitated before entering the secret room. There was nothing inside except for a swivel chair and a table. Who could be using this secret room?

I didn't stay long and made my way back to the secret door, but suddenly, I couldn't find it. Was I locked in here?

Panic set in as I knocked on the wall, but it remained closed. I searched for something to press or trigger the opening mechanism, but couldn't find anything. How was this possible?

Growing weary, I slowly sat up, still leaning against the wall, until I eventually closed my eyes.

When I finally woke up from my long slumber, I remembered I had been trapped in the secret room. I quickly located the entrance and was relieved to find it open. I held my chest and hurriedly made my way out, back into the dressing room. The tension in my chest eased. I had feared being imprisoned there for an entire day.

But who had opened it?

As I still leaned forward, clutching my chest, I heard the bathroom door creak open. I was startled, and my eyes widened when I saw who stood before me. He wasn't wearing anything on top. Oh, God! Those abs! I bit my lower lip in awe.

He only had a towel wrapped around his waist, so I quickly averted my gaze downward, but, oh, God! I couldn't help but notice his chiseled abdomen and then my eyes trailed further down, taking in the bulge.

I swallowed hard. Jesus! It was absolutely perfect! My vision dropped to his hairy knees. Oh, God! I couldn't find words to express my amazement other than, oh, God!

My daze was interrupted as he locked eyes with me. My wild imagination abruptly ceased when he furrowed his brow, seemingly unable to believe what he was seeing.

"I'm not a ghost. But why? Why are you here? This is my room!" I protested, my voice filled with a stutter. His frown deepened as he slowly approached, letting the small towel that he had been using to dry his hair hang from his shoulder.

I bit my lip and braced myself for his advance. He might strangle me or toss me aside to make the child inside me disappear from existence. After all, he had urged me to have an abortion. I couldn't comply. This was all I had left to hold onto, my only reason to keep going. I had merely asked him for a little help.

Stepping back, I searched for something to defend myself with in case he intended to harm me.

Finally, my hand landed on a vase, which I quickly concealed behind me.

"Your face is so brazen, woman! Your audacity as a woman is astounding. You're probably standing on my territory, which is why I'm fucking here...What business do you have in this place? You recklessly brought your hopes here, thinking you can achieve your dreams instantly. But first, you must come to me and seek my approval before expecting any comfort in the life you desire." He moved closer, and in response, I lifted the vase.

"D-don't come any closer," my voice trembled. Fear of suffocation overwhelmed me.

He smirked. "Do you think I'm afraid of the vase you're holding?" His grin widened as he continued to advance. My eyes widened in alarm as I accidentally brushed against the knotted towel around his waist.

He swiftly turned me around, pressing our bodies close together. I could feel a bulge against my back; he was no longer covered. I could sense it.

"Fuck it!" He cursed. Fortunately, I had turned away in time and hadn't seen his weapon.