Page 5 of Cruel Heir

I was fucked either way. These fuckers were most likely going to use my own son to fuck me over. But I tried to keep my cool.

"Congratulations, Isabel. When did you come to know you’re pregnant?" I asked as casually as possible. I bit my apple again, even though I already lost my appetite.

"Just three days ago."

Fuck my life.

I forced myself to smile. "So, what are you hoping for?"

"Is that even a question?” Father answered. “When has a girl ever been born to the Carsons? It's going to be a boy."

My father didn't care how wrong that sounded on so many levels, and I really wanted to be all up in his telling him how the joke’s on him since Isabel’s most likely carrying my child, but I held my tongue. I felt pretty traumatized at the moment, and I needed to catch a fucking break.

"So, you didn't tell us why you visited all of a sudden, Keith,” Isabel uttered, trying to divert the topic.

I couldn't help but glare at her. She could've told me about this first; a small fucking text would've been great. It could be something along the lines of “Hey, I think you might've knocked me up. Bye!” or whatever. I was not prepared for this shit.

"Luca dragged me here to take care of something, and I decided to see you both. I'm glad I did; otherwise, I wouldn't have even found out about this lovely news." I didn't even bother hiding the distaste in my voice.

Isabel pursed her lips. Unbothered, Father stayed quiet as he finished his meal. In the fifteen minutes that I sat there, I kept stealing glances at Isabel every now and then. I really needed to talk to her and find out what the fuck was her game.

And that's what I did. After excusing myself from the two, I went up to my room and thought about how another Carson heir would change everything for me. This was not included in my plan, and I could not come up with an alternative.

Staring out the balcony, I began to smoke. After four cigarettes, I made my way back outside to look for Isabel. I found her in the kitchen with Beth and one of the cooks.

"Oh, hi!" she greeted. Isabel had a smile plastered on her face as I made my way in.

I clenched my jaw. "You shouldn't be working. You should be resting—" I started to say, but she cut me off with a slight giggle.

"You care," Isabel said.

"Of course, I care."

Taking the hint, Isabel asked the staff to leave us alone. I leaned against the counter and stared at her. I could tell that Isabel was enjoying every bit of this. Once it was just the two of us, I snapped.

"What the fuck?" I hissed as I grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her to a corner.

Isabel gasped. "What?"

"Why did I not know about this? Is it mine?"

"Does it matter?” she retorted with a scoff. “It's a Carson anyway." She pulled her arm out of my grip.

I frowned. "Isabel, don't fuck with me," I replied, frustrated.

"I wasn't entitled to tell you; you're not my husband," Isabel responded, and I almost wanted to choke her.

Almost.

"Do you have any idea what will happen if someone finds out?" I asked.

"You'll take care of it. You'll have to," she said, taking a step closer to me and bringing her hand up to my cheek.

I stepped back. "I'm not taking care of anything just so you can end up using this kid against me," I uttered heatedly.

"You're just like him, you know,” Isabel retorted, disgust written on her face. "No matter how much you hate each other, you're too alike. At first, I thought that maybe it's just him because I never saw that crazy look in your eyes. But I am staring at it right now. The greed, the craziness – it's all fucking there!” she exclaimed before slapping me hard. "My child may be a Carson, but there is not even the slightest chance that I'll let him end up like the filth that you and your father are!"

CHAPTER TWO

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