The Billionaire's Unwanted Bride novel Chapter 10

Anna's POV

I stare at his retreating figure before shifting my gaze to Pamela who is silently looking at me.

I move back to where we were seated and bury my head in my palms. I don't know why I am feeling this way towards Tony but I am damn hurt by the disgusted look on his face. He is making me feel cheap and worthless.

"Anna", Pamela is back beside me. She touches my shoulder, waiting for me to raise my head. She thinks I am crying but I am not.

I want to cry but no tears are coming. I am tired of crying. I am tired of all the problems showcasing its ugly face. I am fed up with everything. I feel like ending everything. Just a single mistake of mine is bringing me nothing but shame.

"Anna?" She calls again.

"Did you see the way he looked at me?" I lift my head to ask her.

"It doesn't matter", she shakes her head.

"What?" I exclaim. "It doesn't matter? He is going to tell everyone, he won't like me again", I half-yell.

She looks thoughtful for a while before asking me. "Do you like him?"

I realize what I said is wrong. I don't even know if I like Tony but the thought of not having him pester my life about dating him again is sickening.

"I thought you said you don't feel attracted to him?" She questions again, despite my silence.

I look away with a serious face. "I don't know."

She sighs and we remain silent, without attempting to stand up so we can go home.

"Let's go out", she says out of the blues, jerking me out of my reverie.

"What?" I ask, wondering what she means by going out.

She grins. "Let's go shopping."

Pamela knows how much I love shopping for new things and I know she is doing this just to cheer me up. I can't lose the opportunity of shopping with my best friend for anything in the world.

I smile and throw my hands around her to embrace her. "Thank you", I say, with tears streaming down my eyes.

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"This is superb", Pamela comments on the dress I am wearing. It is a blue short gown with touches of silver flower and ribbons all over the shoulder region. I smile at her.

"I will get this", I say, going back in to change.

I know Pamela is going to pay for the dresses and I am being conscious of what I get. I have gotten four dresses already and I don't intend to add more so the pay won't be huge.

When I am fully changed back into my former clothes, I leave the dressing room. Pamela is still sitting on the chair opposite the mirror, waiting for me.

She had been able to cheer me up even before we got here. She kept making me laugh as we drove here. If anything doesn't make me happy, the thought of shopping makes me excited and I guess that did the trick.

I want to forget my problems for the day and enjoy my shopping. I don't intend to think about my problems at all for the rest of the day, I will continue to think of what to do tomorrow, the rest of today should be a worry-free day.

"Let's go", I say to her. She looks up.

"Where?"

"Home, of course. I am done", I raise the four dresses at her. She shakes her head.

"You haven't shopped enough, I haven't too and we need to get for mom too", she stands up.

I don't want her to spend too much on getting things for me and my mom. "There is no need, Pam. These dresses are ok for now."

"No. Let's go to the shoe section", she grabs my hand and drags me to the shoe section. I can see the beautiful, eye-catching shoes there and I wish I could go home with everything.

But I know I can't, it is just a wish. I love beautiful things. I can't deny the fact that I am materialistic and I enjoy being materialistic.

If only I had a father and he is super-rich like Pamela's father, I would go shopping daily. I grin at the thought.

"You like this?" She raises the strappy heels. She thinks I am smiling because of the heels. I don't want to say no because I can see how beautiful the heels are, so I nod.

"It's beautiful."

"Yeah."

Mom likes shopping too. I return the smile and say aloud "Yes, all thanks to Pamela."

"Thank you", she appreciates Pamela and flops to the next sofa, dropping the magazine in her hand down on the little table, where the bottle of alcohol is.

"You had a guest?" I ask her.

She suddenly looks sad and I share a look with Pamela, wondering what is wrong with her.

"Why are you home by this time of the day?" I ask another question.

"I got fired", she relaxes her back on the sofa, looking away.

"What?" I exclaim.

Now I know even if mom doesn't want to work with Pamela's father, losing her job is enough reason to accept the offer. I am not sad about the job, I am just optimistic.

I decide to tell her about the offer after Pamela nudges me to go on. I guess that is why she entered the house with me.

She wants to know whether mom would accept it or not so she could talk to her father about it.

"Mom?" I call.

I don't even know how to console her for losing her job, so I decide to go straight to the point. I stand up from where I am sitting and move close to her.

"Mom?" I call again.

She didn't answer but pick up the glass on the table and gulp down the remaining content of her wine.

My gaze follows her hand as she drops the glass after downing the wine and it falls on the magazine on the table.

The picture of the handsome man in the magazine tugs my interest and I pick the magazine up. The face looks familiar.

I check the tag beneath the picture and he is labeled as a billionaire and a playboy. This is when reality dawns on me. He is the one.

The father of my baby.