Chapter Eight:She and his son he heard of

Outside, Damien and Franca were making decor.

The overall background was a spread wine-colored linen.

Franca placed a flower of multiple colors in a wine-colored vase on both sides of a large round cake of the same wine color with an inscription: Happy Birthday.

Above, Damien hung a line of green wreaths.

" This is fantastic," Franca. stepping away from the decor said.

"Who knew that I would even mark my birthday?" asked Helena, as she equally admired the setup, giving thanks to all the people who made it possible.

" I was just stealing a look at my boss in the kitchen. Baby, what is your secret?" Franca expressed doubt.

"My secret as in? asked Helena, knowing she was reeking of jealousy. "Was he what before he became your boss?" asked Helena.

"I was joking!" Franca told her, to douse the situation." Nevertheless, him in the kitchen slicing cabbage could crease anybody's brows." said Franca.

" It is his life, and he wanted this to be a national affair. I said no, till next year," said Helena, itching her ear.

" Really?" Franca grumbled. " I thought you don't want him?"

" I told you I know why I love him, did I not?"

" She said this is marking, not celebrating. She told Alfred next year it will be celebrated.

"But on what premise did she tell Alfred next year?

Are they going to be husband and wife next year? Or does she think Alfred will continue to dot on her next year?" Franca kept recycling the thoughts in her mind, even as she helped Helena to make the neck of her floral gown by Givenchy okay from the back.

The few people invited were coming.

Her mother said she was the one to make him God-fearing. That a wife is both the husband's teacher as well as the mother.

"But I must make sure this relationship is not going to lead to an arranged marriage. My peace must be utmost because when the chips are down, " Helena spoke to caution, herself. " I am the one to bear the consequence of a fatal mistake. It has happened before.

" So, if Mom, though, I understand her, seeing a kind man who saved her life and is bringing peace and succor into the once wretched home, if she pushed her daughter into marrying the man, she will not be blamed but it is the daughter who knew how men behave that will be blamed. No billionaire is a perfect husband. No billionaire that has no baby mama, no billionaire is not a playboy. Name them. Helena, shine your eyes!" She told herself.

It was 10 p.m. local time, and Alfred pulled out the latest most expensive car he drove in. A Koenigsegg CCXR Trevita, different from the one of 2022, and Helena slid in.

He put on her seat belt for her and gave her what seemed to be a corky smile because it drew up a corner of his mouth.

She was looking straight with a frown, nowhere to find happiness on her face as one who just finished celebrating her birthday.

But, she is his wife as he kept believing. She and his son he heard of, are the two things he will strive to keep.

He will make her forget Ruud until he becomes God-fearing and to his son, the son he heard of, he will look for him, not now and the three of them will be a great family. "This is my utmost aim in life," said Alfred.

He had escaped a bad wife and would rather go to the gallow than even mention the name.

Was she even a wife? She was never. That was even worse. Nothing people who have money can not fix.

Her mother fixed the most dangerous marriage for him with the most dangerous girl. A cannibal, a harlot, an addict...

When he realized he had gone too far in his chant, Helena, glared at her and shouted "Alfred."

He controlled the car that took an unusual speed.

"What is the problem?" asked Helena.

He is 35 and she 28. If they are dating or marrying, is the age different anything? No. So, now that it has become necessary that she has to be close to him, she will not fear him. She will look into his heart, into his affairs, into his secret places. Without that, without finding something wrong while there are some things wrong, the reason for being close to him is defeated.

Helena can't delve into marriage with a billionaire just like that. "Ruud is not a billionaire, any issue that arises with him, that is, if he is the one to marry, the issue will have little consequence unlike breaking up with a billionaire. The higher the luxury, the greater the wreckage

"Now, tell me why you want to hit the electric pole. " She dropped her handbag on the seat and blocked him as they entered the sitting room downstairs.

He gave her a broad smile

and lifted the hands at her waist and hung them over his shoulders and held her waist making them look like ballroom dancers.

Feeling this is crazy, she hurriedly freed herself.

"Is this what it meant to be close to him?" she asked herself. "If so, then, there will be a pregnancy before a month."

She rang that off in her mind.

Alfred has to play it cool. He understands he is making progress, now her Mom is aware she is here. Everything is not about sex but sex is not ruled out. Sex with her will be the best that could happen to the lucky man so, he will be as gentle as a dove to her and as wise as a serpent. This is an angel from heaven. Not Benedicta.

"Oh!" he shook his fist. Why on earth did he mention that name?

Like a miracle, Helena looped her hand over his neck in surrender.

# Oh God! He trembled and muttered prayers and continued to mutter payers upon payers that she remains so. His palms traced her curve down, up, down... It may not be the best way to get a hard-to-get girl but the floral gown by Givenchy she was wearing was soft and he was feeling the underwear, It was made of lace; he could feel the elastic and the lines, and his hand trespassed to the front.

He knew that would be the end of the miracle and she unlooped her hand just as he knew.

She freed herself and faced him. "What were you and Mom saying?" she asked him

"Oh! She loves if we can marry?"

"Mom." She felt her Mom had become loose.

"What was wrong? When Is it wrong for a Mother to tell a man how to go about her daughter?"

She turned and went up.

Not that I don't love him. Helena was in self-crucifix.

Alfred dropped her at the office gate. She had not spoken to him since last night. Alfred smirked at her actions. Gradually, a girl must fall.

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