The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Brittany had been cooped up for three days now.

During these days, Eltham swung by numerous times, only to be met with Brittany's cold shoulder. Yet, it never seemed to faze him; if anything, he appeared even more delighted. He rambled on to himself, professing his undying love for her, how much he adored her.

Brittany thought Eltham had lost his marbles.

True affection wasn't about imprisonment.

Nor was it about relentlessly causing harm.

Yet, for some reason, Eltham was dead set on keeping her locked away.

Brittany was in a foul mood, her morning sickness intensifying by the day, far worse than before.

She was vomiting so much it felt like the world was spinning.

In just a few days, she had lost a significant amount of weight, her cheeks hollow, her eyes haunted by exhaustion.

Eltham was beside himself with worry: "Pregnancy is so tough, I swear I won't let you suffer like this again."

"You planning on getting a vasectomy?"

Brittany scoffed, "Or is it that you can't have kids?"

Wasn't he the one saying they should be together?

then promise she wouldn't

you go through all

"You thinking of surrogacy?"

your mind?

not against the law," Eltham didn't see the issue. "I just

felt Eltham was not only mad but

not marry you, nor will

thought disgusted

isn't a

strong opposition. Just as he was about to argue, Brittany covered her mouth and rushed into the bathroom, vomiting again. Eltham followed,

"Next week."

rinsed her mouth, "I

child is

up, "Legally, Isaac

still husband

law; you have no right to

to arrange any

worry, I'll make

got what

with him and pushed past him back

wanted to follow but was stopped by the

Queen is getting suspicious, she wants to see Ms.