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

you go through all this trouble when someone

"You thinking of surrogacy?"

you lost your mind?

the issue. "I just don't want you to suffer, I really

was not only mad but also morally

I will not marry you, nor

thought disgusted

a commodity for

was about to argue, Brittany covered her mouth and rushed into the bathroom, vomiting again. Eltham followed, watching as she seemed to retch her soul

"Next week."

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child

looked up,

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by the law; you have no right to

to arrange any procedures

"Don't worry, I'll make him agree

got what he

was impossible to communicate with him and pushed past him back

wanted to follow but was

she wants to see