GETTING THE HEART OF THE CEO

Catrina is petrified; it’s the first time he has mistreated her. Sobbing, she shouts,

“How can you believe your grandfather? Our baby is only a day old; DNA tests take weeks to deliver results. Your grandfather never wanted me in his family, and he’ll find a way to discredit me.”

With narrowed eyes, the old man watches the scene.

“Catrina! With money, things can be expedited. Kyle, if you want, you can redo the DNA test here or at any laboratory. Before doing this test, my dear grandson, I conducted a series of investigations. You’d be surprised to know who the father of that child is.”

Enraged, Kyle glances at his grandfather.

“Spit it out already.”

“The father of that child is your cousin Maximiliano. That week in Paris, he stayed at the same hotel as you. After this harpy left your room, she went to the hotel bar and met womanizer Maximiliano. The time he spent in Paris, she spent it with him. Your cousin is already on his way. That heartless one has already received my insults for getting involved with a stranger without protection, seeking disease.”

Catrina glares at him with hatred and spits.

“Damn old man, you respect me.”Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Kyle looks at her with contempt and shouts.

“I’ll ask you once, and if you tell me the truth, I’ll let you leave the country without complications. But if you lie to me, I swear I’ll put you in jail, and I’ll make your life hell there. What happened that night in your room?” -his eyes as dark as the night.

“Loove, I love you,” she whispers with a trembling voice.

“Stop calling me love and answer, damn it,” he shouts coldly.

“I knew you had bad drink and offered you spiked wine. When I noticed you speaking incoherently, I took you to my room. The idea was to make love; I was in my ovulation days, but you fell asleep as you threw yourself on the bed. I managed to undress you, and you know the rest,” she cries -“But I did it all for love. You know I’m alone in this life, and you’re all I have.”

“You’re trash, Catrina. I hope never to see your face again, or you’ll see the worst of me,” he turns to his grandfather. “I leave her to you, Grandpa. Send her far away from the country.” He leaves the room at a brisk pace without looking around.

“Kyle, don’t leave me, please. I need you. I love youuu…” Catrina remains stunned on the bed, watching the man she loves disappear through the door. The pain in her heart is as great as the love she feels; she feels like an abandoned and despised woman. She couldn’t make him feel the slightest desire for her in months.

A few minutes later, a handsome man, tall, dark, with blue eyes, enters the room.

“Hello, uncle! I’ve taken the paternity test,” he sighs bitterly, continuing, “and indeed, the test showed 99% highly probable paternity. I’m the father of that child.”

“Now, what do you plan to do?”

“Outside, there’s an ambulance waiting for the baby. I’m taking him to my mother’s house. Aunt Sussan has a nurse who will take care of the child until he’s out of danger.”

Upon hearing that they were taking the baby away, Catrina reacts.

“He’s my son, and you can’t take him away.”

“It turns out you used me to get pregnant and deceive my cousin. But that won’t stand. Now you’re going to sign some documents and give me custody and guardianship of my child,” he responds coldly and apathetically.

“I’m not giving you my son,” she replied with a melodramatic tone.

Maximiliano took a few steps towards the door and let in a man who had been waiting for a while.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Catrina Cooper. My name is Rilan Smith, and I’m here as Mr. Maximiliano Miller’s lawyer,” he said, extending some documents. “You must sign these documents where you transfer all rights of the child Max Miller to his father. If you don’t sign, you could go to jail.”

“Kyle said he wouldn’t do anything against me. Why would I go to jail?”

“Not him! But I would! As the child’s father, I can report you for using my son to destroy a family. You could get 2 to 4 years in prison. Do you think a judge will grant custody of my son to an ex-convict?”

Sobbing, she signed; she had no choice. If she protests, she could go to jail, and they were going to take away her rights to her baby anyway.

“I want to see him before you take him away.”

“No! You’ve stopped being his mother,” he said, taking the papers and turning his back to leave the room, followed by the other two men.

Grandfather Hugo spoke to the doctor and gave Catrina clearance. Two of his men put her on the family’s private plane bound for Paris. He knew that there, as a model, she could rebuild her life.

Kyle left the hospital and asked the driver to take him home. The journey was silent and gloomy. Upon arrival, he got out of the car, accelerated his steps toward his room, broke everything of Catrina’s that he found there, then undressed and stepped into the shower. Tears rolled down his cheeks, mixing with the artificial rain. He punched the wall until his knuckles bled. He was furious for falling for Catrina’s lies, for bringing her into his house, and for letting his marriage end. He fell to his knees, remembering that a few months ago, he had hired a private investigator to find Lindsey. Without success, they haven’t been able to locate her. ‘I know, Grandpa, that you have something to do with not finding her. I hope one day my little doll can forgive me for all the harm I accused you of.’

The next morning, Kyle woke up, told his nanny what had happened, ordered everything that belonged to Catrina to be thrown away, and Emilia, surprised and tearful, hugged and comforted him.

Kyle had breakfast alone, reminiscing about his life before marriage. Many thoughts and changes went through his mind the night before, and his life was about to take a different turn.

After breakfast, he bid farewell to his nanny, asked his driver to take him to a hospital, where he scheduled an appointment with a urologist and underwent a vasectomy. In pain, he walked back to his car, whispering to himself, ‘Now no woman will take advantage of me. I’ll be the one to be their executioner.’