Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies novel Chapter 101

Author's POV

Opening my eyes, I starch my back while landing my feet on the floor.

Damn, did I sleep on the couch?

I looked around to get a glimpse of Eric but found none. I guess bitch left me on the couch when I fell asleep talking to him.

I saw outside the window the sun was about to shine. Getting up from my place, I went towards the kitchen and poured the glass of water while going out towards the patio.

I looked at the beautiful view, how sun rays were mixing with water, creating a beautiful peachy line mixing earth and sky.

This place has been my favourite since my father gifted it to me when I was 19 years old.

It has always been my dream to have my island since my childhood. Though my father has had his island, I used to tease him since I was fourteen years old. I will only believe he is a billionaire when he will give an island to me.

He always waves off my teasing while saying he will only give me things when I truly understand how to take care of what I have.

True to his word, when I turned nineteen years old, he gifted me this beautiful land.

I joined my father's business at a very early age, started learning the small- small detailing needed to be a good business owner. He was truly my mentor as he never let me take leverage of being his son and treated me like the other employee but taught me things I needed to know.

I never wanted to be the one who got the tag of someone who served everything on the plate ready to eat.

I wanted everything I have to earn through my hard work. Though I had no problem continuing my father's legacy because, being the sole heir, I knew today or tomorrow, I have to handle my responsibility too. However, I wanted my identity. Hence, I started my company, and thankfully with hard work, we touched the sky of success for the time being.

I look back, hearing the little hustle bustle inside the house.

Walking back inside, I noticed Ava was peeking in the fridge while chewing her nails.

I know she is an early riser. Must be hungry right now. She has not eaten since yesterday. A pang of sudden guilt crept in me, thinking about how careless I behaved.

It's not good for the baby if she stays hungry for such a long time.

“What do you want to eat?” I asked while starting the coffee machine.

Looked like she was a starlet hearing my voice but instantly composed herself but did not reply.

She again went back to her work of searching. I don't know what while I just waited, looking at her back by folding my hands to my chest.

I wonder what she wants? As I can see, the fridge is fully loaded with stuff anyone needs.

My curious eyes were glued to her movement, but her search did not stop.

I was losing my patience as it's been over 15 minutes and she is doing what she has been doing from the start.

“That's it.” Holding her arm, I pull out from the fridge and close the door.

“What is your problem?” Her irritated voice came out.

“What do you want? It's been 20 minutes since you have been searching for something. What do you want to tell me?” my voice comes out smooth.

I know somewhere it was my fault she has eaten nothing.