Contract With The Billionaire

MIA’S POV

There was tension in the room, and Alex’s expression hardened as he confronted Ella.

He was determined to ensure Ethan’s safety. The boy was innocent and did not understand what his mother was doing. I really pitied him. I just wished he had a better mum.

“Ella,” I called.

“We want what’s best for Ethan, and we believe it’s important for all of us to be happy,” I said, since Alex was not ready to speak first.

“Wow, his baby mama wants to give me advice. Alex, can you see what you have caused?” Ella said sarcastically.

“Will you keep quiet and let her finish what she is saying?” Alex shouted at Ella.

Ella’s eyes shifted between us, her emotions clear. She had her own plans, and she was ready to bring anyone down.

As the conversation continued, it became clear that Ella had more on her mind than just co-parenting.

“Ella, we already know the truth about Ethan,” I said, watching her reaction.

She laughed, but I knew it was fake, the kind of laughter that hides fear.

“What do you know about Ethan? You have no right to say anything about my son, do you understand me?” Ella said.

Alex brought out an envelope and passed it to her.

“Open it and check it, Ella,” Alex said in a cold voice.

She took the envelope with a shaking hand and opened it. After she read it, shock was written all over her face.

“What you saw written on that paper is the DNA test results. As you can see, it shows that Ethan is not my son,” Alex said in a cold, angry voice.

“So why did you lie? Why did you say he is my son? Why do you want to make the innocent boy’s life miserable because of your selfish desire?” Alex asked.

“I’m going to move out of your house by tomorrow. I just want you to know that I do not regret what I did, and just watch your back. I’m going to bring you down with me. I can’t just go down alone,” Ella said.

Alex stood up, whispered in her ear, and said, “Don’t make mistakes that will cost you your life, because I won’t take it easy with you. Have a great life, Ella.”

After that, Ella walked out of the office.

Alex and I walked out of the room to talk to Ethan. At least the little boy deserved to know the truth.

We decided to sit down with Ethan that evening, choosing a quiet moment after dinner. Ethan looked up at us with his bright, curious eyes.

I looked at Ethan and ruffled his hair. “You are so cute and innocent,” I said.

“Ethan,” Alex began, his voice gentle but firm, “we need to talk to you about something important.”

His brow furrowed with curiosity as he nodded. “Okay, Dad. Mom, what is it?”

I took a deep breath, reaching out to hold Ethan’s hand. “Ethan, we love you very much, and nothing will change that. But there’s something we need to tell you.”

Alex watched as I explained the situation, carefully choosing my words to tell him the truth without causing unnecessary pain for the little boy. Ethan’s expression shifted from curiosity to confusion, his emotions that were hard to read.

“Dad,” he finally said, his voice shaking, “does this mean you’re not my real dad? But my mum told me that you are my real daddy,” the little boy asked, confused.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at him. “Ethan, biology doesn’t define family. You are our son in every way that matters. We love you, and I just want you to know that.”

“I love you too,” Ethan stood up and hugged Alex. He was about to hug me when Ella walked into the living room.

“Ethan, baby, it is bedtime,” she said.

“Ok, mum,” Ethan said, saying goodnight to Alex and me.

ALEX’S POV

The next day, Ella and her son left my mansion. The mansion felt different, a peaceful kind of different.

When I got to my office this morning, I was relieved because of Ella’s case. It had been a problem since she came around, but now everything had been sorted out.

After doing some work in my office, I decided to visit my friend because I hadn’t given him feedback about the whole issue. I had been busy with the case.

When I got to his company, I entered his office, because that’s what he does when he comes to my office too.

“Hey man,” Mark greeted me, looking surprised. “This one that you visited me today, I hope there is no problem,” he asked.

“No man, can I come to see you again? I want to take you out for lunch,” I said.

Mark stood up from his seat and walked up to me, putting his palm on my forehead to check my temperature. “Is this Alex? I’m not sure this is my friend. Someone must be impersonating you,” Mark said.

“Will you go out for lunch or not?” I asked him, ignoring all his antics.

“You know I can never reject that kind of offer. Hold on, let me finish up with this stuff,” he said.

After he was done, we headed out for lunch. Once we settled down, one of the attendants came to our table to take our order.

“Ella has left my mansion,” I dropped the bombshell.

“When? What happened? Why did she leave?” Mark asked.

“I found out the truth. Ethan is not my son. I did a DNA test, and it shows that I’m not his father,” I said.

“This is unfair, Alex. You didn’t even tell me. I’m mad at you for this, and I won’t talk to you.”

“I’m sorry. You know I have a lot of things to attend to, and she is not making things easy for me,” I said.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Mark looked at me, shock written all over his face.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Did the great Alexander Ian just say ‘I’m sorry,’ or are my ears just hearing things?”

I just looked at him without saying anything. I explained to Mark how Ella cheated on her husband before they got married, and he later found out that the boy wasn’t his. He also caught her cheating again, I explained.

“That Ella is a bitch,” Mark said.

While we were still discussing, the waiter came to serve us our food.

When we were done eating and were walking out of the restaurant, I saw the worst person I didn’t want to see anytime soon.

“Alexander Ian, we meet again. I didn’t know that we would see each other so soon,” Ella said.

“Oh, Mark, long time. I haven’t seen you in a very long time. How are you doing?” Mark nodded to her greeting, and we walked past her.

When we got into the car, Mark said, “She is still as bitchy as I can remember. Nothing changed about her, except that her bust and boobs are much fuller.”

“Mark, you are still a bad boy. I don’t think you can change. Your woman is going to try,” I said.