A Beautiful, Terrible Love - Lucky 97 (electronic reader txt) 📗

could still hear, in my mind, her smooth voice as she told him that the plan was working perfectly. She would have my baby, she said, then tell the whole world that I had taken advantage of her and was in hiding for almost a whole year. It would boost her popularity immensely, while destroying my own. I would be the villain, while Emilie would be the victim.
Also, it was then that I found out she had set up the whole escapade, gotten me drunk, and made me conform to her will.
If I tried to explain this to Eve, I couldn't possibly describe the complete defeat and anger I felt at that moment. I was still hoping, on the inside, that she would eventually try to work together with me. That she would want to raise the child. But this, I couldn't allow. Telling her that I didn't want to get married would only infuriate her, for we were both engaged, and she would tell our secret earlier. I was trapped.
Soon, I came to the conclusion that I would have to tell the press before she did. I planned to call the media on the day of our wedding, alerting them then to our secret. However, Emilie's sudden death six days before the wedding, two days after Felicia was born, ruined everything.
The memory crisp and clear in my mind, I could picture the limo as a drunk driver slammed into it, the screams we all emitted as the limo was shoved back by the collision. Glass flew into the car, piercing Emilie's body. I, on the other hand, was cradling our two day old baby in my hands. She was so small, her body snuggling against mine as I shoved her into the folds of my jacket. Felicia was perfectly safe and sound.
I couldn't say the same for Emilie.
The funeral was very torturous, about four hours long, as person after person came up to speak about her. They all said how beautiful she was, her personality as wonderful as her face, but inwardly I disagreed. She was my worst nightmare, and I was ashamedly happy to see her gone. However, she had left a very big problem behind.
In the form of a little baby named Felicia.
I couldn't suddenly announce her to the world as my kid, for that would introduce too many questions. People would be asking who the mother was, why I had a baby at such a young age, and why I was the one taking care of Felicia. It would, overall, dash my popularity. As a young, ambitious rock star, I couldn't risk that. Felicia was a blessing, but at the same time, a curse.
Funny how I ended up willingly allowing the secret to be told just so that I could see Eve.
I suppose what made the secret so terrible for me was that Felicia was a living reminder of what I was years ago; a crazy rock star who was willing to do anything for popularity and money. I even had a baby out of wedlock, and no matter how drunk I was, that was truly awful. It went against everything I was now living for as a Christian, and set a bad example for my fans. Every time I even glanced at Felicia, Emilie popped up in my mind, impossible to banish.
I had been hiding her these last few years, but now there was no reason to do so. I felt sorry for Felicia, because I had to bring her into such a gossiping, judging world. She would be a celebrity without even trying.
The hardest thing about it, though, really was that I had people looking up to me. Now they were going to think I was just like every other celebrity in America. This reputation I had earned was going to be impossible to wipe away.
Finally, it was pulling Eve and I apart. She now probably thought that I was a player, even though I tried to tell her otherwise. Anyone who had a toddler at 21 was considered to be a player.
I was so undeserving of Eve. She was so beautiful, her eyes a sparkling blue, her heart pure. I, on the other hand, was a man that hid his own kid. She gave me her love, and I couldn't even give her my trust. I understood why she turned me away.
I did notice, however, that she did so with reluctance.
She almost seemed to be angrier with the fact that I didn't tell her earlier than the secret itself. I remembered her words, the way she said, "You didn't think I would accept you, didn't you? You believed I would just turn you away without even trying to understand. That's terrible, Dex... an insult to me," with such hurt. I didn't understand her, but I did get that she wanted my trust.
I was such a bad person to the one I loved. Even Peter, probably, would suit her better.

Swarmed with reporters, I tried to edge my way home.
They stabbed at me with their microphones like they were sharp swords, hoping to force some answers out of me. Their questions pounded against my defenses, overwhelming my senses until all I could see was their faces as they mashed against mine. Obviously all the big media people sent their employees to check out this groundbreaking story. Their voices all mashed together to create a hum, a blur of sounds and words, from which I couldn't possibly distinguish a whole question out of.
Angrily, I shouted, "STOP!!!!!!!!" My voice ripped through the air, over the unbearable hum, into every ear within two miles of me. They just looked at me, talking ceased.
I took my chance and ran.
Huffing like a tank engine, I raced through the emerald green meadow to my gate, ferocious reporters running behind. The air seemed to whirl around, tickling my face, crawling down and whirling around my legs. As I approached the metal bars, I quickly pounded in the numbers to the gray keypad. Please process quickly, I thought anxiously as they grew closer, so I don't die a miserable death.
Luckily, the gate seemed to hear my prayers, raising to admit me and snapping shut before they arrived. I turned to look at them, at their nosy microphones they were trying to shove in my face, and grinned. I loved gates.
I ran down the driveway to my door, although this time it was not because of the nagging reporters. I had someone to see.
The fountain in front of me towered high, its marble sides gleaming. Water, as blue as Eve's eyes, poured out of the elaborate decoration in the middle. The marble seemed to have veins of gold, with more and more until the top of the decoration was completely gold. It was a rather expensive fountain, taking almost a month of my normal wages in a movie. However, I felt that it was worth it when I stared into its beautiful waters, throwing in a penny every once and a while.
My mansion stood before me, casting its shadow upon my form. Tall and intimidating, it truly was a wonder, with creamy textures and pure white columns. I had it made when I was sixteen, lavishly decorating it with all that money could buy. It was huge, filled with maids and butlers, who spent their time cleaning all the art and technology I had around the house. However, to me, it had always been surprisingly empty.
I passed by it, heading into the huge garden I created for Emilie. She loved flowers, and back when I was enchanted by her, I wanted to satisfy all of her desires. She used to love wandering around here, and I did also. Even now, when she was long gone, I didn't regret creating this wonderful area, filled with pink buds and other beautiful colors. Another colossal fountain stood majestically in the center of the garden, similar to the one near the mansion.
However, this time, I didn't stay to look. Quickly, I passed by the garden and headed to a huge tree right outside of it. It was on the edge of the property, a truly gigantic beast. The branches were about as thick as my muscled forearm, with some as large as my thigh. The trunk was even bigger, about five times the size of the branches. It served as a canopy over my guests, reaching over the garden with colossal, sprawling hands.
I reached to one branch in particular, yanking it down, it surprisingly conforming to my will. It bent, a familiar whirring sound occurring from within the tree, the secret door appearing. Cautiously, I swung the door open, revealing a sight that always lifted my heart.
Felicia.
She was standing in the doorway, her deep red hair in bouncy ringlets that spiraled to her lower back. Her face was adorable, her complexion perfectly clear, babyish still. The most beautiful thing about her though, the thing that set her apart from the others, was her spectacular green eyes, mirroring my own. She seemed to inherit almost all of my traits, except for Emilie's curls and smile. A short but rather skinny child, she came to about my waist, her arms spread wide.
"Daddy!" Emilie's voice, channeled through another face, drifted to meet me as I swept the pint-sized package into a hug. She was so warm, her eyes sparkling with joy, her baby sized mouth stretching into a tender smile.
"Felicia!" I exclaimed right back, giving her a sweet kiss on the cheek. She laughed, a melodious one that sounded a little like my own. It always felt good to hold her like this, her petite body in my arms, hugging her tight.
"I miss you daddy," she said softly, peering at me under a thick wall of long eyelashes.
"Well not anymore," I replied, "in fact, Felicia, you can finally come out now. For good."
The nurse I had hired to take care of Felicia when I was gone walked up the steps, her face bent in confusion. She looked at the bundle of joy in my hands, and asked, "Why is she being let out?"
I told the nurse grimly, "the secret is out. All has been revealed."
Her face grew white, more out of concern for herself as the secret baby's nurse. "Who found out?" she queried anxiously.
I set Felicia on the ground, and she grabbed my leg as I spoke, "Penny did, then let it slip to her sister, Serena."
"Those two..." she growled a little, her face red. Obviously she liked the money she was getting as Felicia's nurse/mother. The reason I picked her was because she looked like Emilie, very beautiful, with the same hair and similar features, but she also seemed to have the same greedy personality.
"Don't worry," I reassured her, "I'm not letting you go just yet," I looked down to Felicia, who was having fun with my ankle, and smiled. "Felicia," I told her, "now you can play in mommy's garden like you always wanted to."
She released another squeal, grabbing my hand to pull me with her. Felicia had never left that underground room, full with toys and everything she could possibly want, and she hated it. For she had wanted the one thing I couldn't offer; freedom.
Now Felicia had all the freedom in the world.

"Now Felicia," I grabbed her, setting her on my knee, "Daddy has something to tell you."
"What?" she grinned excitedly. She had been playing among the flowers and bugs, almost trying to eat one, the catastrophe narrowly prevented by me. Her red curls were in a ponytail, the nurse standing off awkwardly to the side. A cute flush overpowered her tiny cheeks, her