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

course not," Eltham frowned, "Why should you go through all this trouble when someone

"You thinking of surrogacy?"

lost your mind?

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

Eltham was not only mad but also morally

will not marry you, nor will

mere thought

womb isn't a commodity

her mouth and rushed into the bathroom, vomiting again. Eltham followed, watching as she seemed to

"Next week."

mouth, "I

this child is

looked up, "Legally,

strried, still

by the law; you have no right to

arrange any

I'll

got what he

to communicate with him and

but

Queen is getting suspicious, she wants to see