According to the blood samples from President Harry,a genetic profile compared the fetal cell present in the mother’s bloodstream to the blood sample and the result showed that Mr Harry blood matched with the fetal cell in the mother’s bloodstream with the range of 99 percent.
In conclusion, Mr Harry is the biological father of the baby.
~~This result is 99% accurate.
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Harry stared at Doctor Cyril in what seems like shock. His mother had suggested they come for a test when he told her the baby Bethel was pregnant with is his.
He was shocked,he shouldn’t be but he was shocked.
He couldn’t move,he only sat and stared,his heart threatening to burst with excitement.
His hands shook as he picked up the test result himself,he stared at it and Yes,he’s the father.
Bethel’s deafening scream returned his strength and they both couldn’t tell
Bethel stared out of the cell window and saw two teenage girls in maid uniform, talking loudly and laughing. Sorrow gripped her heart, she couldn't help but wonder how it felt to laugh again. To interact with friends. To express herself. To be free.A drop of tears fell down her eyes and she quickly wiped them away."why? why did father have to give me out for exchange?” she sobbed.”If only I never came out! she lamented horribly and hurdled down her cell. Empty cold cell.She had been here for the past one month,she hasn't seen her captor,she had only seen him once and that was when he captured her.**************” where is my money,Alberto?” Harry corner requested. He was a man everyone feared, his eyes were so cold as he spoke to the old man who happens to be Bethel's father.That night,bethel had eavesdrop on their conversation and she could sworn she has never seen eyes so cold wi
Even as Bethel tried to block the sound of her feet shuffling on the floor,she couldn't stop the feeling of her sweaty palms. she whimpered.” what will I be doing as his slave?”her ear still rang from what the head maid said to her and her hand became more sweaty as she followed Isabelle. This was is just a date she can't escape.They moved in fully into the suite and there where ten other maids,they were all on maid uniforms,they looked smart and clean.” she's masters slaaaaaaave” Isabelle said, dragging the word slave.Tears of humiliation gushed out of Bethel's eyes.” a sex slave” Ariana laughed.” let's see how long she can last” Fiona added.” hi,am Anna” the caramel skin girl waved, she seemed more friendly.” why are you looking so solemn,it's not a bad thing to work as a sex
There was no expression in Harry's eyes, bethel knew it was so stupid to continue begging,so with shaking hands, she tried freeing herself.Harry pinned her down, she felt she was going to faint but he pulled her up to sit in his lap and his hand went to her breast giving it a rough squeeze, Bethel arched her back as Harry touched every part of her body.Never had a man touched her like this but here she is in a stranger's lap. After pressing her for so long,he got up with her in his arm and took her to his bedroom where he lay her with her legs spread.Once,he pulled his zip,his phallus nudge her opening. Bethel's eyes popped open at his size, he was so huge...he grabbed her thighs,his fingers biting into her flesh and in a flash,he thrust in roughly.she screamed at him,lunged at him..Bethel held her breath in pain as he hurried himself fully into her.Her shout
After what seemed like forever, Bethel walked out of the cell to meet Mrs Irene. The blood stain could still be seen on her night wear,she felt so much discomfort with it,she has never been this embarrassed all her life.How long will he keep having me on his bed just because my father owed him!She lamented.”follow me” Mrs Irene said.Bethel cast the older woman a flare before following her. In between her legs hurt like hell as she walks.After about 30minutes walk,they arrived. The room was in the same hallway with the workers room.”You don't need to follow me in,just go! go! Leave!!”Tears burned her eyes. He told her to give her a room,he wondered what he is up to.”clean up and go to bed. Harry will request for you tomorrow” Mrs Irene turned and walked away.Bethel,too tired and emotionally stressed jus
Bethel find her way into the bathroom, she relaxed in the bath tub and let the warm water ease her pains,her fears...And even if it eases them,it didn't ease her inner wounds.The only thing in her brain was to escape."He must have an ulterior motive for keeping me here,it's not because my father owed him"Her inner mind kept telling her but she has never met him before neither did she offend him in this life."why is he insisting on keeping me as is slave!!" She thought.She slowly moved out of the bathtub and tied the white towel around her naked body.Sarah entered the room in the moment,she was putting on a check maid uniform, black flat shoes,a hat on her head and her hand held a box.Bethel walked forward to meet her and was about to ask why she was there."good evening Bethel. Mr Harry asked me to get you ready for the ball party going on in one of his hotels. He would be ready to pick you in an hour" she concluded, dropping the
Bethel wept in the bathroom as she cleaned herself up. The sight of his release on her thighs made tears blurred her vision. This wasn't the life she wished for. The thought of her being here till her father gather Harry's money back makes her want to tear up.200 million dollars! How on Earth will he gets that?. After cleaning herself up,she wore another pant because Harry already tore the first one, she left her long hair down,reaching her waist. Once she opened the door, Sarah was about to knock,she smiled at Bethel who only returned it. "Am sorry for disturbing you but sir Harry is waiting" she stated."I know" Bethel swallowed the lump in her throat.She walked out. Harry was already waiting for her in the car,he was busy talking on phone. He turned and saw Bethel standing beside the car door,he dropped the car and beeped the car open,she walked in and sat beside him. There was silence as Harry took a long glare at her.
Bethel's mind wandered back to the happenings at the party, Harry's expression the moment he set his eyes on the lady that called herself Steph. Bethel could swore she has never seen hate as deep and raw as that. ”whatever,why should I care about that?" She shrugged and entered the bathroom. After having her night bath,she put on her flimsy underthings and wore one of the nightmares Mrs Irene gave to her.She locked the windows and door before laying tiredly. She knew the exact moment when she was no longer alone.She had locked the door,and only one person has the key to open the lock. Harry Grayson,he's her master and she's his slave. Her eyes snapped open and she stared at the door. Harry stood there,his face cold, unreadable as always. Bethel need no soothsayer to tell her what he wants. Doesn't he knows any other word aside sex?. A chill went down her spine,as he stared at her with hatred abd visible anger as always. "Ge
Bethel felt so tired and sick. Her body hurts from Harry's brutal possession. The pain and pleasure was too much for her to handle.Mrs Irene was the person to come to her room the next morning,sge found her in the exact position she laid in. The woman har helped her out of bed and helped her to take a bathe,she was running high on fever.Afterwards, she had helped her got drugs from the pharmacy. She explained each ones to her. The one that drives pain away,the ones that calms the body and so on.Bethel was able to open her mouth to ask a disturbing question."Ma'am please can I lend your cell phone?"her tiny voice hoarse from overuse.Irene stared at her,but only for a second. The last before her sight I am astonishing beauty,she pitied her."I will get you my phone" then,she hurried out of the room and came back with a phone. Bethel collected it immediately and imputed her father's digit which she dialed afterwards.Irene had excused her.