The Billionaire's Broken Baby Mama

Chapter 1

A drop of tears slid down her cheek as she stares at her swollen face in the mirror. Her heart wrenches in pain, and she feels her world crash down to her feet. Again, she has just received the beating of her life from her stepfather. This is what she goes through every day in the hands of the monster that got married to her mom ten years ago, and has been abusing her. Not that her mom is helping matters at all anyway. Unlike every other mother out there that deems it fit to make sure that their children are happy and doing well, her own mom doesn't care about her, as she sees everything her stepfather does to her, to be the right thing. Even when she sees that she's being maltreated. She's nineteen years old, yet treated like a ten years old little girl. Yes, at times she thinks of running away, but where will she go from here? What will become her fate if she eventually runs away? And isn't it better to stay here and have a roof over her head while suffering, than end up in the street later, and maybe get molested by the street bad guys? Not that she has any option anyway. For a young girl that just finished her high school just a few months ago, what job can she possibly do to earn her money?

She winces in pain as she touches her swollen face while wearing a grimace expression. Releasing a deep sigh, she slowly drags her legs to the edge of the bed, and lets her weight to the floor, leaning against her bed. This is the only pose that makes her comfortable, as all her body hurts so badly.

Staring up at the ceiling, a drop of tears slid down the corner of her cheek as memories of her past come hitting at her. Just years ago before her mom ended up with this monster, they were living just fine even as the single mother that her mom was. It's still unclear to her where her father is, and what transpired between the two couples in the past, as her mom never talked about it. Each time she had asked about her dad before she got married, she would tell her that she doesn't want to talk about it, but after she got married to the monster, it was a different case. She didn't get to have a peaceful conversation with her mom again, she would get beaten at the slightest provocation, which always left her doubting if this woman is still her mom that she used to grow up with, or if some random woman has been disguising as her mom.

The banging knock on her wooden door pulls her out of deep thought, and although she hasn't checked out who is at the door, she already knows that it's her stepfather. To avoid getting the beatings of her life for the second time, she drags herself up to her feet, before reaching to the door. Pulling it open, as expected the annoying face of her stepfather welcomes her.

"Come with me," His voice is as hard as always, and without waiting for another second, he turns around and walks away, while she trails behind him. As much as she wants to ask where he is taking her, realizing that the question may earn her a hot slap, she decides to shut her mouth and just obey him.

After walking for two minutes, they finally arrive at the living room, and there she meets a young lady sitting patiently.

"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting. Here she is," The man smiles like never before as he sits on the wooden chair across from the young lady that looks like she's in her mid-twenties. As much as Shirley wants to conclude that he must be taking another wife, seeing the way the lady is dressed, she concludes that she couldn't have been so dumb to settle down with an old hag like her stepfather.

"It's fine," The young lady speaks for the first time.

"Shirley... This is your new owner," His words hits her hard, and for some seconds, she feels her breath stops. Waves of confusion spur through her.

"Wh...what do you mean, dad?" Calling him 'dad' all her life has been one of the most difficult things that she has experienced. The pain she always feels whenever she calls him that. He doesn't deserve to be called that, but even her mom would turn against her for calling her husband by his name, so she never had an option.

"Shirley, you'll be leaving with me. I have a job for you. Don't worry, your parents have given their consent, and you'll be fine with me," Although the young lady smiles at her innocently, something keeps screaming at her that this woman is not someone she can trust. She looks dangerous, and to think that she just said that she has a job for her, she can't help wondering what she meant by that.

"I... I don't understand, dad. What's going on? Can you please explain to me?" Shirley shakes her head confusingly.

"What part of the 'she now owns you' that you don't understand? She offered me and your mom some money in exchange for you, and we have decided to let you live with her..."

"No... You can't do that to me, dad. She...she's a stranger... We don't even know her before. Where did you even know her from?" Shirley stutters as she takes some steps back fearfully. Her heart beats rapidly against her chest as she stares at them. A drop of tears slid down her cheek as it dawns on her that her mom betrayed her. Is that how much she hates her? Giving her out because of money, is that how much she worth to her?

"I know this is hard, but you'll be fine with me, OK? This is for your own good, and you should see this as an opportunity on a platter of gold," The young lady tries to convince her, but there's no way she's going to trust her.

Shirley stares at her for a few seconds, before she finally nods her head slowly. Not that she has any choice anyway, so there's no need to try to convince him to let her stay back.

A few minutes later outside the house...

Shirley glances back at the house for the umpteenth time and more tears pour down her cheeks. She's saying her last goodbye to this house and going to live a new life which she has no idea what fate has in store for her. As much as she's happy that she's finally getting out of the torture of her stepfather, thinking about what the future has in store for her and where she's going, she can't help getting worried.

The car finally zooms off after she hops in...

Chapter 2

Shirley Wilson

"Here's your room," She says to me with a deep frown on her face after she took me into a large beautiful room. The room is just like the types I do see in movies. I never imagined that I'd see this type of room in my entire life, and to think that I'm going to be sleeping here, I can't help being happy. At least it's more comfortable than my small room back in the house.

"Thank you," I say to her politely, but she ignores me. Now, I'm getting more confused.

"That's the bathroom there. Go have your bath and join me downstairs. We have something to discuss," She says to me casually, and I slowly nod my head. As much as I want to ask her some questions out of curiosity, I just have to let this rest for now. Besides, I won't leave here anytime soon, that's if I'm ever going to be leaving. I watch as she turns around and walks out of the room, slamming the door behind her as if she's angry or something. Isn't she the same woman that was cheerful back in our home? This is creepy.

Finally dragging my feet into the bathroom, my mouth drops open in shock at the sight that welcomes me. The bathroom is so beautiful that I can't help admiring it. I almost can't use anything here, but thanks to movies that I have watched before, I can manage.

A few minutes later...

Walking back into the room, I meet a short gown and some undies on the bed. Here I was, thinking that I'll wear the previous dress, but thank goodness that I have something else to wear. My annoying stepfather didn't even allow me to take any of my clothes with me.

Stepping out of the room a few minutes later to go meet her downstairs as she has requested. I stride down the hallway, but the sudden noise coming from one of the rooms brings me to an abrupt halt. The voice sounds like the lady from earlier, and I can't help but get curious about who she's arguing with.

"I told you that I was going to find my way around this, Wendy. Why did you have to do that?" The masculine voice coming from the room sounds so angry.

"What possible way, huh? We don't have much time anymore, can't you get it? We both know how much this means to you, and I won't want to be the reason you would lose everything. I'm doing this for our future, and I hope you understand it," The lady's voice who I presume to be the Wendy girl tries to explain to the man.

I try to comprehend what's happening, but nothing is coming through.

"Wendy..."

"I know you love me, Dylan. Just do this for me, for us, and our future. I know how much it means to you, and I wish that I can help, but I'm handicapped at this point. I am not against this, OK?" Wendy's calm and sweet voice sounds from inside again, and I sigh in confusion. Now, everything is becoming a puzzle I can't even think of solving because it's so damn difficult.

About to leave, the door suddenly pulls open, and I raise my gaze to check who just walked outside, but my mouth drops open in shock at the sight that welcomes me. The young man standing before me is what you can refer to as a demi-god. The spark in his gray eyes melts the coldest hearts, his elegance is everything that makes him perfect, I can't help admiring his thick black shiny hair that is clinging to his head with some strands resting on his forehead. He's the most handsome man I've ever seen in my life, and my breath is already feeling hitching. Who is he? Her boyfriend? Her brother? Oh, no, he can't be her brother.

"H...hi..." I finally find my voice after about a minute of staring at him, and he only glares hard at me before walking out on me. I stare at him until he's out of sight, and even his walk is perfect. Judging from his look, he can't be more than thirty-three years old. Don't ask me how I know about that. I mean, that's one of the gifts I have, though it's not an achievement.

Taking a deep breath, I proceed downstairs where I meet him sitting on the couch with his legs crossed while having all of his attention on his phone. Now, I'm feeling like I'm unwanted here. Besides, I'm coming to work as a maid, so what does he care? Not that Wendy has told me yet what I'm coming to do here, but I know the only job available for me here is a maid. I mean, I can't even cook so well, so there's no way they could've employed me to be their cook, right?

The moment feels so awkward as I sit on the couch across from him and stare at him in admiration. How can someone be this cute and perfect? Even with the frown on his face, he still looks super hot, how will he now look with a smile on his face?

The sound of the footsteps descending the staircase pulls my attention, and I tilt my head to see the Wendy lady coming to the living room. She walks over to the man and slumps beside him on the couch. Now, I'm getting curious about why they called me here.

"What's that your name again?" She asks me.

"Shirley Wilson," I reply to her, after glancing at the Dylan guy.

"Alright, Shirley. I'll go straight to the point. As I said, I have a job for you..." She pauses, and adjusts on the couch, while I stare in curiosity.

"My husband and I have some difficulty having babies, so you're here to help out," She finally spills out, and I freeze on the spot.

"Huh?" My eyes slowly widen in shock as her words replay in my head a couple of times, sending waves of confusion to me. What does she mean by that?

"You can't say no to us, because I have already settled it with your parents. You now belong to us..." She pauses and sighs briefly.

"You're going to get pregnant for my husband, and when you give birth to the child, he or she will be mine. You won't have any right over her, and this must remain a secret between the three of us," She further says, and my heartbeat stops for a while. My whole world comes crashing down to my feet as I stare at her blankly. This is not happening to me, please. I can't do this.

"Before we proceed, we'll sign a contract..." She pauses, then reach out to the bag on the center table, and brings out a pen and white paper from it, pushing it to me.

"Go through it, and sign it. We need to make this quick," She instructs me, and I gulp down nothing. As much as I want to stand up and fight for my right, and refuse this, realizing that my greedy parents already sold me to her, my right has been sold to her, so I have no choice at this point. How did my life end up like this? How did I end up here?

With my hand trembling, I pick the paper up and glance through it.

"Rule number one, you don't get to deny my husband sex, until you get pregnant. Meaning that he can have sex with you for as much as he can until you carry his child. Rule number two, you must not leak the secret to anyone, and to avoid chaos in the future, you need to always present yourself as a maid if the need arises..." She pauses and reclines on the couch.

"Rule three, the baby will be mine once he or she is birthed, and you won't have any claim over him or her in the future. After you deliver the child, you'll continue to work for us as our maid. When the baby grows up, you'll have to continue your unfinished business," She further says, and I bat my eyelashes. So, I'm only going to be their children producing machine? Now, this is unfair.

"Rule four, he is my husband, and I wouldn't want you attaching any feeling to it along the line. I can be crazy when it comes to my husband. You're here for a job, and not to fall in love with my husband," She further says, and I glance at the man who doesn't look like he has been listening to his wife all along. What have I done to deserve this? Why me of all people?

"I'm taking you to the hospital, first thing tomorrow morning to check your health status. I need to make sure that you're safe for my husband," She finally says, and I slowly nod my head. Not that I have a choice to say 'no' anyway.

"Now, sign the contract, and give me back the paper," She instructs me, and I slowly nod my head. Reaching out to the paper, I pick up the pen, and with my trembling hand, I sign it and push it forward to her. She picks up the paper and signs it, before pushing it to her husband who reluctantly signs the paper too. I thought my life would get better but turns out that I was expecting much...

Chapter 3

Three days later...

My heart beats rapidly as I cuddle myself up on the bed and stare at the closed door. It's almost time that he'll show up in the room to have sex with me as scheduled, and I can't help getting scared. We have gone to the hospital just the following day that I came here, and after a series of tests, the doctor confirmed that I'm healthy, though I was still given some injections.

It's almost 10pm already, and as the second ticks slowly, I feel my heartbeat increase rapidly. You can imagine why I'm so scared, right? Aside from I have not been laid by any man all my life, I never thought that I would lose my virginity to some stranger. My life is a mess, honestly.

The minute hand finally ticks the time, and as if he timed me, the door suddenly pulls open, and my breath stops immediately as I behold him standing. He's wearing a purple robe that exposes a portion of his chest. Although I didn't stare long before I turn my gaze away, I bet that he looks so breathtaking in that robe.

I hold on to the duvet tightly and curl my toes beneath the duvet as I stare everywhere else, except his face. I'm doomed.

"Do you want to do this?" His voice sounds sad, and I tilt my head to see him already sitting on the edge of the bed, and staring into space. Even the side view of his face is everything cute.

"If I have a choice, no," I reply to him honestly. I may admire him, but doing this with him is what I wouldn't have ever allowed if I have the power to. Yes, he's cute and every woman's dream, but that doesn't mean that I want to sleep with him, yeah?

"And if I have a choice, I won't do this too," He sighs briefly, pain and sadness resounding in his voice. An awkward silence assumes the air afterward, and I can't help imagining what will happen next. Will he really sleep with me? From the way he talks, he looks like he doesn't want to do this, so he won't force himself eventually, right?

He sighs briefly as he stands up to his feet, and before I can comprehend what he's about to do, I suddenly see his robe falls to the floor, and my mouth drops open in shock.

"Have you had your bath yet?" He asks as he climbs up the bed, and I almost jump out of my skin. His half-naked body is everything to drive anyone crazy. He has a perfectly built body, and his six packs are everything cute. As much as I want to stay focused and not drool over him, I can't help it. He's super hot.

"Have you had your bath yet, Shirley?" He asks for the second time, reminding me that he asked me the same question before. The way he pronounced my name, no man ever said my name like that. What the heck am I even saying? When did I ever have the time to relate with any man?

"Hmm," I nod my head slowly. I'm sure that I'll stutter if I eventually decide to talk, because of the way my heart is beating so rapidly.

"Help yourself out of the robe," His voice sounds domineering and with a hint of disgust in it. I have always imagined how happy my future man would be as he takes my virginity. Who would've ever thought that after protecting my virginity for so many years, I'll eventually lose it to someone who was forced to? My life is a joke, seriously.

"Hmm," I nod my head and struggle to stand on my knees on the bed, and with my trembling hands, I strip out of the pink robe I'm wearing, and soon, I'm standing half naked in front of him with just my red bra and panties on. My cheeks flush in embarrassment, and I quickly cover my chest with my hands, turning my face away.

"Get rid of that, Shirley," His voice is filled with so much command, but my messed up mind find it cute. As if his words were accompanied by some spells, I slowly take my hands to my back and unhook my bra, letting it fall off my chest, and finally revealing my round massive boobs. Not to brag, but for a nineteen years old young lady, I have a curvy body that can drive anyone crazy. Looking at myself in the mirror every day back then, I always admired the woman I grew up into.

"Lay on the bed, and spread your legs," He commands me again, his voice is void of emotions as if he's forcing those words out of his mouth reluctantly, of which I need no one to tell me that it's the actual truth.

Following his command, I lay on my back and stare up at the ceiling as I feel my heartbeat increase rapidly. I'm sure that he can hear the sounds.

Although I'm not looking in his direction, I can feel his gaze all over me, and it makes me even more nervous. I'm going to be losing my virginity now, but not in the special way that I have dreamt of losing it to my future prince charming husband, but in an awful way that hurts my soul and gets it broken beyond repair.

Feeling his warm hand caress the inner part of my thigh, my breath stops momentarily as I feel a weird sensation spur through me. I gulp down the lump that just formed in my throat, holding the duvet tightly when I feel his finger come in contact with my clitoris. He rubs his finger down there, and that's when I realize that place is damn wet, and I can't help wondering where the slippery water came from.

"Ah!" I wince in pain as I feel him push his finger inside me without warning. It hurts so much.

"You're a virgin?" He suddenly asks out of the blue, and I slowly open my eyes to see him staring down at me with a demanding expression on his face. I slowly nod my head shyly, and I bet he sighed.

"I...will be gentle," He says to me before proceeding. He looks like he doesn't want to do this, but then he got no choice. Just like myself, I think he's handicapped.

After teasing me for a few minutes, he finally pushes his hard rocky d*ck inside me, and my heart stops beating as I feel something tear in me. He penetrated me... I am no longer a virgin...