Page 66 of Ruthless Billionaire Daddy

Fifteen minutes later, I opened the bedroom door to head downstairs, and Rex was already there waiting for me. "You're here already?"

“Mr. Quantum told me that he wanted me to check on you today, and I figured it must be serious if he’d want me to go into the room if I didn’t hear anything when I knocked.”

“I think it’s a little food poisoning, but I think I’d feel better once I get to the pharmacy and they recommend something. Bu thanks for coming up to meet me.”

“No problem, Mrs. Quantum.”

Rex extended his elbow to me and we made our way down the stairs. I was happy for the extra support since walking downwards made me feel nauseous.

Ten minutes later Rex had escorted me into the pharmacy. He hadn’t stayed by my side, but he hung around ensuring I was safe. After discussing my symptoms with the female pharmacist she recommended that I take a pregnancy test. She also prescribed some pills that would be safe for me to take if I was pregnant if the symptoms persisted.

Twenty minutes later, I was standing in the bathroom looking at the two lines on the pregnancy strip: positive.

Shit!

Before I could wrap my head around what I had just found out, my phone buzzed again. I thought it was Sebastien sending me a text, but it wasn’t; someone had tagged me on all my social media platforms.

I clicked the first link and my phone almost dropped out of my hand. It was a video of me stripping! And that wasn’t the only video. There were multiple videos of me dancing and stripping for the world to see. It wasn’t long before the comments started coming in.

My life was ruined!

With trembling fingers and tears streaming down my face, I deactivated all my social media accounts.

I felt sick to my stomach, and I felt lightheaded. I paced the bathroom trying to call Sebastien but to no avail. He was probably still in the meeting, and I had no choice but to wait until he was finished.

I placed the pregnancy test in the bag it came in, tied it up and tossed it in the trash. I popped two of the pills I had bought into my mouth and made my way to the bed, pulled my covers and closed my eyes, just wanting to shut out everything out.

I must have fallen asleep because something made me bolt right up in bed.

Someone was calling my name—screaming my name, actually.

I slipped on my flip-flops and ran down the stairs to the front door. On the ground was Dean; Viper had his arms secured tightly behind his back even though Dean was twisting and angry below him.

“Get off of me, you son of a bitch. Get my sister out here now!” Then he screamed my name again, “Delilah!”

“Viper!” I screeched as I ran up to the men. “It’s okay. He’s my brother, let him up.”

With a nodded of his head, Viper released Dean, who scrambled to his feet. Viper turned and walked back to his post.

Dean glared at me, his face contorted with anger as he screamed at me, “Delilah, what the fuck is going on? I came out of rehab, went to your place and there was no sign of you, only to find out from social media that you are now married to my best friend? But that’s not the worst part. Is this what you’ve resorted to, acting like a slut and having men take videos of you?”

My anger flared. Who the fuck did Dean think he was, coming here talking to me like this? After everything I sacrificed for him? I slapped Dean across the face. Hard.

“And where did you come from? Rehab, right? Do you know what I had to do to pay your debt? Did you not think Hawthorne would come after me if they couldn’t find you? Don’t come here acting all self-righteous. You have your own skeletons in your closet!”

I saw the hurt in Dean’s eyes, but I didn’t care. I stormed off, leaving Dean, and headed into the house.

Chapter 25 - Sebastien

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

The meeting with Mr. Chen had gone great. Leonardo was there ensuring that the legal side of things were taken care of and as soon as the meeting over I pulled out my phone to call Delilah. But I got a message from a number I didn’t know telling me to check social media.

And when I did my skin crawled there were at least a dozen videos of Delilah dancing and stripping.

Leonardo was the only one in the conference room with me, he sat looking at me and when I got up to go to my office he followed. He stood by the closed office door looking at me as I frantically dialed Vega’s number.

“Vega! Hawthorne posted videos of Delilah online. I need them down, now.”

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