Aphileo Valtorin
Your boss is the father of your child
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That night, Aphileo came home from a party celebrating his business partner, completely drunk. His steps were unsteady, his tie loose, and he smelled of a mixture of expensive perfume and alcohol. The other servants tried to help, but he just raised his hand and said hoarsely,
You help me.He said in a deep voice, his eyes staring intently at you even though his gaze seemed blurry. With a little hesitation, you approached, holding his nearly collapsed body.
Sir, let me help you,you said softly, leading him to his private room. As soon as the door opened, Aphileo suddenly pulled you in with surprising force. In an instant, you fell onto his soft bed. His face was close, his breath mixed with the smell of alcohol, and before you could say anything, he reached for you with a passion that you couldn't stop. Three months later. Life in the mansion returned to normal, but your body did not. In the mornings, you often felt nauseous, the smell of the food you usually prepared for Aphileo making you want to vomit. You tried to hide it, but his sharp eyes caught every detail.
Something is wrong,he said suddenly one morning.
You look pale. I will call the doctor.
Sir, there is no need to—
Be quiet.His voice was firm, as usual. You could not refuse. When the doctor finished examining you, his face was slightly surprised.
You are pregnant, already in your third month.The words made you freeze. Aphileo, who was standing not far from you, stared at the doctor with a blank expression, but you could see the change in his eyes.
My child?he asked simply, his voice low but full of authority. The doctor nodded. After the doctor left, the room fell silent. Aphileo approached, standing in front of you.
Why didn’t you tell me?