Billionaire’s Heir

Myra’s POV “Signs,” I tried to stand from the couch but it seems that my waist is on fire, and my protruding tummy seems to be getting bigger.An idea pops into my head when my eyes land on my phone which has wallpaper of my husband Damien, and me. It was taken on our wedding day. I kept staring at the picture and it seemed just like yesterday as we walked down the aisle. Everything seems so perfect…Thirty minutes later I’m driving to Damien’s office dressed in a white-flowered short preggy dress.I remember Damien once told me he didn’t like surprises and surprise visits to the office, but this was different, I was going to finally tell him the baby’s gender. This is something he has waited patiently for six months to hear, smiled sheepishly imagining his reaction when I disclosed the gender of the little human that we created together…Memories of the night that resulted in my Lil bump came playing how gentle, sweet and romantic he was on that cold night. The honking of horns jolt

Damien POV I got into my room and went straight to the cellar, took out a Johnie Walker whiskey, and poured out some for myself ”Hmmm this liquor has lifted my mood”. The ringing of my phone made me snap back to reality and I dipped my hand inside my pant pocket for the phone, looking at the caller id got me worried.My mum Empress Graham is a tough one and I know her reason for wanting to see me but I have to protect Myra at least for her condition at the moment. Suddenly thoughts of Myra flooded my head, the way she smiled and her excitement when she was telling me about the baby's gender, even though I have known about it for weeks now but I decided to keep it to myself. Gulping down the remaining liquor, I placed a call to my secretary to inform the driver that we will be heading to the grand villa in a jiffy. I moved to the bathroom to take a shower and after that, I applied my unscented body lotion and took out a plain white tee and dark blue faded jeans, and sneakers to fit,

“Ouch!!” I screamed trying to hold the couch to steady my balance, while Sonia and Mrs, Sarah stayed beside me looking worried and asking if I’m okay. In a flash, the pain was gone and it felt like nothing happened. Sonia suggested we go see the doctor but I waved it off telling her I was okay and that it was one of those cramps that come with pregnancy, unknowingly.The driver arrived in a Bugatti La Voiture Noire car, the car was gifted to me by my husband on our wedding day, and was very expensive. We got into the car and drove to the new studio with Sonia giving the direction on how to locate the studio, We arrived at a semi-detached purple duplex with the name Foxy Flash studio, the environment is calm and peaceful and the building has a breathtaking view more like something made out of wonderland. We got out of the car and walked to the foyer, where we met their receptionist “she introduced herself as Miss Dimples and asked if we came to inquire or already booked an appointment

Myra’s POVThe sun streaming through the huge window woke me up in the morning, slowly and reluctantly I uncovered my face. I blink, close my eyes, and blink again. I sat up, dragged my feet off the bed, and rubbed my knuckles into my eyes. I stretched my arms above my head and yawned. Thoughts of last night flooded my mind, and I tried my best to shake it off by going to have a cold shower, it helps in relaxing my mind. Standing in the vanity unit and looking at the mirror, my mind drifted to that horrible night eight years ago the night my parents left me in this cold world alone and lonely.My parents, the Walters, were a good and loving family, my Dad Carter Walter was a sophisticated, well-mannered, and cheerful human who loved and protected his family dearly. He had the aura of a tiger because I remember people were very cautious and respectful when talking to him. He had a sea rover- blue eyes, bristly eyebrows. He had tousled dark black hair which was thick and lustrous. He ha

Damien’s POV My eyes widen at the sight of my mother entering my office with a smirk on her face, leaving me groaning, knowing what she’s going to say. The same thing that made me get married, even when I didn't want to, leaving me frustrated.“Why are you doing this,” She asks, eyebrows furrowed as she eyes the files on my desk. Then she turns to look at Jack, my assistant for the past three years. One of her hands goes up to lift her sunglasses, “Damian Graham it's unlike you to ignore my calls, is it what that poor orphan has done to you, how can—”I cut her off, dropping the pen onto one of the files before pulling my sleeves into my elbows, I signed deeply “ I’m always busy mum” I responded, my voice sounding low and almost inaudible, she rolls her eyes “ You are wasting time son, all I'm asking is for an heir for us to secure the empire if the womb of that wife of yours, can't carry a son then you have no other option than to impregnate another” she stood up and cleared her vo