Chapter 4 - Pregnant, the Marriage Must Go On

Meanwhile back at the house George showered and, after dressing for the night, changed into his pajamas. He sighed and rubbed his head tiredly.

He grabbed his phone, "Hello." The caller at the other end sounded drowsy.

"I need you to do a deep research on Paris, I need to know everything." He hung up the call, not waiting to hear what the other person had to say.

**Paris's POV**

Bruce mocked me when he saw how pale my face had turned.

He stopped the car at my house. I turned, and when he saw how shaky I was, he laughed.

"That...that wasn't funny." My soft voice made Bruce frown.

He got down and opened the door, "Don't ask me how I know your house, it's on your file." I stared at the man who looked deadly handsome.

Bruce stared at me, he noticed my face turning crimson. He cleared his throat, "Go in."

With that, he entered the car and drove off.

**CUT SCENE**

**Unknown girl POV**

The night grew deeper, but the lights in a certain building were still on.

"Father," I called as I tried to touch his hair.

"Stay away from me!" Despite being weak, his loud voice made me turn red as I glared at everyone around me.

I walked out of the room, "How is he?"

The doctor bit his lip and sighed, "He has no will to live. I can't do anything if he doesn't want to live." He turned and left.

"Boss!" a man rushed to me, who quickly wiped my eyes.

"What is it?"

"That old hag is finalizing the wedding." I raised a brow.

"I don't need to do anything. Everything will work out accordingly, don't worry." I smiled and walked away.

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**THE NEXT DAY**

A flashy-looking car pulled up in the downtown area. The car stopped, and an elegant-looking woman stepped out.

She rubbed her nose and glared at the environment, "Lead the way," she said to her driver, but the scowl on her face never left.

The driver, carrying a wrapped basket, walked to a building that looked old but sturdy.

He knocked on the door, and after a while, a scrawny-looking man opened the door.

"What do you want?" he growled, glaring at the people.

Mrs. Katz let out a small smile. She stood in front of him, "I'm Mrs. Katz." She extended her hand, but the man rolled his eyes.

"What do you want?" He asked, tapping his feet.

"We want to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage. We brought a gift." Mrs. Katz took the basket from the driver and opened it.

Mr. Elorod smiled when he saw the content of the box. He allowed them to come in.

Mrs. Katz looked around the house and was stunned. From outside, she had sworn that this place was for dogs, but it was more clean and organized than she had imagined.

She sat down and then decided to complete what she had started, "I was thinking, it's reasonable if we get the kids married off as quickly as possible."

"How quick?"

Seeing that the man was operating effortlessly, she smiled, "By this weekend. I want a small wedding, nothing too elaborate." she explained, and Mr. Elorod nodded.

"Okay, but your family would foot the bill," he demanded.

Mrs. Katz had expected this, so she wasn't bothered, "Agreed."

She looked around for a while and then turned to the man who was admiring the basket on his lap.

"Where is Gem?" She asked.

"In my family, women don't have a sa...–" he stopped talking and looked at the elegant woman, "–How do you know her birth name?" He eyed her.

Mrs. Katz was stunned by his question but still wore her smile, "It's on Paris's work file." The man calmed down when he heard the explanation.

"But I would like to see her and maybe your other kids." Mr. Elorod nodded, stood up, and walked into one of the rooms.

After a while, he came out, and three people followed. "Good evening, ma," Mrs. Elorod greeted.

**London’s POV**

Mrs. Katz had a satisfied smile on her face, but she tried hard to control it. "Now I know where Paris gets her softness from. I'm proud." She turned to the little boy and waved at him, then her eyes landed on me.

"Dear, I want you to get ready. Bruce is coming here to take you to see George." She smiled at me, but she felt something was off.

This girl had wildness in her eyes she thought to herself, while the Paris she had seen was tamed. She shook her head, blaming it on stress.

She turned to the man of the house, "I need to leave now."

Mr. Elorod understood, "Paris, escort your mother-in-law out."

I rolled my eyes and, with folded hands, followed Mrs. Katz.

They got to the car, and she brought out a piece of jewelry from her bag, "This has been passed down from generation to generation, now it's yours." She wore the diamond-coated bracelet.

"Thank you," I said dryly. Mrs. Katz noticed but ignored it.

She got into her car and drove off.

I turned and walked into the house to see my father counting some money.

"Father, you have no shame," I mocked.

"Watch your mouth!" he warned.

I rolled my eyes and was about to leave when Paris walked in.

"Thank you, London," she thanked me.

"I do not enjoy bearing your name. Do you know how weak I have to act?" I complained as I dipped my hand into my pocket and brought out the bracelet.

"Your ugly mother-in-law gave it to you. Generational stuff," I yawned after talking.

"I'm going to sleep. You have a date with your boss." I was already on my way out.

Paris walked to her room, admiring the bracelet. She wore it, and a warm smile spread across her face.

"Too bad," I muttered.

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**Back at George’s Mansion**

"George, do you even like this girl?" Bruce asked.

"No," he replied dryly as he focused on his work.

"You are on a date, leave the working community for 3 hours. No harm would be done." Bruce stretched out his hand towards George.

George typed for a few seconds more, then he handed the laptop to Bruce, who was all smiles.

The door flung open, and James rushed in with his tablets, sweating.

"George, your fat hamster is here," Bruce mocked, the man who was busy catching his breath.

"He is made of flesh, not cold fat and bones like a certain someone," George mocked Bruce, who sat down with a frown upon his face.

George turned to the panting James, "Speak!" his voice made James stand straight.

"Miss Charlotte has tried to contact you. She said she is pregnant for you."

"What?"

All eyes turned to Paris, who just walked in looking pale. She slammed the door and ran out.