The Billionaire's Unwanted Bride

Chapter 10

Anna's POV

I stare at his retreating figure before shifting my gaze to Pamela who is silently looking at me.

I move back to where we were seated and bury my head in my palms. I don't know why I am feeling

this way towards Tony but I am damn hurt by the disgusted look on his face. He is making me feel

cheap and worthless.

"Anna", Pamela is back beside me. She touches my shoulder, waiting for me to raise my head. She

thinks I am crying but I am not.

I want to cry but no tears are coming. I am tired of crying. I am tired of all the problems showcasing its

ugly face. I am fed up with everything. I feel like ending everything. Just a single mistake of mine is

bringing me nothing but shame.

"Anna?" She calls again.

"Did you see the way he looked at me?" I lift my head to ask her.

"It doesn't matter", she shakes her head.

"What?" I exclaim. "It doesn't matter? He is going to tell everyone, he won't like me again", I half-yell.

She looks thoughtful for a while before asking me. "Do you like him?"

I realize what I said is wrong. I don't even know if I like Tony but the thought of not having him pester

my life about dating him again is sickening.

"I thought you said you don't feel attracted to him?" She questions again, despite my silence.

I look away with a serious face. "I don't know."

She sighs and we remain silent, without attempting to stand up so we can go home.

"Let's go out", she says out of the blues, jerking me out of my reverie.

"What?" I ask, wondering what she means by going out.

She grins. "Let's go shopping."

Pamela knows how much I love shopping for new things and I know she is doing this just to cheer me

up. I can't lose the opportunity of shopping with my best friend for anything in the world.

I smile and throw my hands around her to embrace her. "Thank you", I say, with tears streaming down

my eyes.

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"This is superb", Pamela comments on the dress I am wearing. It is a blue short gown with touches of

silver flower and ribbons all over the shoulder region. I smile at her.

"I will get this", I say, going back in to change.

I know Pamela is going to pay for the dresses and I am being conscious of what I get. I have gotten

four dresses already and I don't intend to add more so the pay won't be huge.

When I am fully changed back into my former clothes, I leave the dressing room. Pamela is still sitting

on the chair opposite the mirror, waiting for me.

She had been able to cheer me up even before we got here. She kept making me laugh as we drove

here. If anything doesn't make me happy, the thought of shopping makes me excited and I guess that

did the trick.

I want to forget my problems for the day and enjoy my shopping. I don't intend to think about my

problems at all for the rest of the day, I will continue to think of what to do tomorrow, the rest of today

should be a worry-free day.

"Let's go", I say to her. She looks up.

"Where?"

"Home, of course. I am done", I raise the four dresses at her. She shakes her head.

"You haven't shopped enough, I haven't too and we need to get for mom too", she stands up. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

I don't want her to spend too much on getting things for me and my mom. "There is no need, Pam.

These dresses are ok for now."

"No. Let's go to the shoe section", she grabs my hand and drags me to the shoe section. I can see the

beautiful, eye-catching shoes there and I wish I could go home with everything.

But I know I can't, it is just a wish. I love beautiful things. I can't deny the fact that I am materialistic and

I enjoy being materialistic.

If only I had a father and he is super-rich like Pamela's father, I would go shopping daily. I grin at the

thought.

"You like this?" She raises the strappy heels. She thinks I am smiling because of the heels. I don't want

to say no because I can see how beautiful the heels are, so I nod.

"It's beautiful."

"Yeah."

The next shoe is stiletto black heels, then a white sneakers, a neutral evening heels, and black ankle

booties.

Pamela packs them all at once and I gasp. Sometimes, she behaves like someone who reads minds. I

am just thinking of how to rock the shoes if only I have all of them and she is buying them for me. I

bless her in my heart.

We move further and she gets a shoe for herself, two shoes for my mother. She adds 6 more dresses

to mine, she selects them herself. She buys 5 dresses for herself and 3 for my mom.

By the time we are done, I am exhausted already. I drag my feet to the cashier where we pay and go

out with the dresses the cashier packaged in the shopping bag.

"Thank you, babe", I thank her as I slump heavily to the seat beside her when we get into the car.

She smiles and looks at me. "Someone is now happy?"

"Is that even a question?" I laugh. "Happy is an understatement. I fucking love you", I lean forward to

peck her forehead. When I pull away, I watch her face. "You are the best."

"Ok, ok, ok, can we go now?" We both laugh. I am beginning to get emotional and she knows I might

start crying soon.

She ignites the car into action and drives me home. We chat on our way home, avoiding the topic of my

pregnancy and that of Tony.

"Don't forget to tell mom about the job", she reminds me when she stops the car in front of our house. I

have forgotten about the job.

"Thanks, I have forgotten all about it already", I say to her and hop down from the car.

I am kind of excited about the job Pamela is offering mom. I feel it will make us more comfortable but I

don't know if mom will like the idea of working with my best friend's dad. I just hope she likes it. I also

don't know if this is enough to convince her not to let me abort the baby.

I realize I am thinking about my pregnancy again, after telling myself I won't till the next day. I shake my

head to wave the thoughts away, as Pamela and I walk to the front door.

We open the door and get in. I see a bottle of alcohol on the table and two glasses of wine. I have a

feeling mom is hosting a guest. I didn't expect to see her at home.

"Mom?" I call and sit on the sofa.

"Anna?" I hear her call me from inside.

"Why are you back early?" She comes out with a book in her hand.

Pamela hugs her before sitting down beside me.

"You two went shopping?" She asks with a smile.

Mom likes shopping too. I return the smile and say aloud "Yes, all thanks to Pamela."

"Thank you", she appreciates Pamela and flops to the next sofa, dropping the magazine in her hand

down on the little table, where the bottle of alcohol is.

"You had a guest?" I ask her.

She suddenly looks sad and I share a look with Pamela, wondering what is wrong with her.

"Why are you home by this time of the day?" I ask another question.

"I got fired", she relaxes her back on the sofa, looking away.

"What?" I exclaim.

Now I know even if mom doesn't want to work with Pamela's father, losing her job is enough reason to

accept the offer. I am not sad about the job, I am just optimistic.

I decide to tell her about the offer after Pamela nudges me to go on. I guess that is why she entered the

house with me.

She wants to know whether mom would accept it or not so she could talk to her father about it.

"Mom?" I call.

I don't even know how to console her for losing her job, so I decide to go straight to the point. I stand

up from where I am sitting and move close to her.

"Mom?" I call again.

She didn't answer but pick up the glass on the table and gulp down the remaining content of her wine.

My gaze follows her hand as she drops the glass after downing the wine and it falls on the magazine

on the table.

The picture of the handsome man in the magazine tugs my interest and I pick the magazine up. The

face looks familiar.

I check the tag beneath the picture and he is labeled as a billionaire and a playboy. This is when reality

dawns on me. He is the one.

The father of my baby.