Chapter Nineteen

LUKAS, BETSY, D, AND his nanny flew to Athens the next day, and it was a week later that news of their secret wedding started circulating the Internet.

Billionaire Lukas Tsaldaris has tied the knot!

Housekeeper hits the jackpot by marrying her billionaire boss!

The REAL reason behind the breakup of billionaire Lukas Tsaldaris and socialite Lydia Rubio!

Being the talk of the town wasn't new to Betsy, albeit not on this scale. When she had gotten pregnant with D, all sorts of rumors had sprung up about her. But because she had never been the type to live for other people's opinion, she had been able to shrug it off and go on living her life.

This time, however, was different. It wasn't just her involved, but Lukas as well.

While her husband had also lost his parents early in life, he still did have an entire clan of uncles, aunts, and cousins that made up his extended family. These people looked up to her husband, and if she wished for Lukas to keep their trust and respect, then there was only one thing she must do.

LUKAS WAS STUNNED WHEN his assistant informed him about his wife's arrival.

"Betsy's here?" he asked blankly.

"Yes, Mr. Tsaldaris."

And sure enough, it was his wife who walked inside his office moments later, and tension gripped his form at the look of uncertainty on her face.

"Have I caught you at a bad time?"

"Why are you here, Betsy?"

His wife started gnawing on her lip. "It just suddenly hit me how you've always been so considerate and kind—-"

Lukas' lips pressed in a straight line. He had never been the saint she foolishly imagined him to be, and he knew that he would have to tell her the truth about this before it came back biting him in the ass.

"—-that I realized that might be why you've yet to ask me to sign a contract?"

Lukas stiffened. Contract? How had she known about the contract? Had he given himself away without knowing it?

"I don't want anyone to think less of you because of me," Betsy was saying as he walked around his desk. "So if the reason you haven't asked me to sign anything is because you didn't know how I'd take it..." Betsy took a pen from his desk as a symbolic gesture of her willingness to put everything in writing. "Just show me where the dotted line is?"

Lukas retrieved the contract from his drawer. "I want you to know that I didn't have this drawn up for myself. This is for our son because it's what he deserves."

Betsy's eyes teared. Was that his way of saying he would always take care of D even if their marriage were not to last?

Lukas finally handed her the contract, and she almost dropped the pen she was holding when she realized that the document was a legal request for the court to change D's name.

"I only found out why you kept calling him D when I settled his bill at the daycare."

Dhirt Vhagg.

That was their son's legal name, and just the memory of it had his fists clenching against his sides.

"D's father took care of the paperwork when I gave birth to D," Betsy revealed painfully. "I was just so grateful that he was footing the bill even though we had already broken up, it didn't even occur to me to ask what name he had written down. I...figured that whatever it was, it should be okay. By the time I realized what he had done, it was too late, and I didn't have enough money to request the court for a name change."

Lukas' jaw clenched when Betsy then shared how she had confronted their son's biological father about it, and how the latter had only said it was a joke.

It had Lukas imagine planting his fist on the other man's face and saying afterward that this, too, was a joke. Maybe then, the guy would understand—-

"This isn't what I came here for."

His gaze swung sharply to his wife at her whispered words. "It wasn't?"

Betsy's eyes were beginning to blur. "N-No."

"Then what—-"

His wife burst into tears, and it took him a few moments to understand what she was sobbing out.

P-prenup...

She had come here to sign a prenup?

Even Lydia, whose own inheritance was not to be scoffed at, had at first resented the fact that he wanted her to sign a prenup. And yet Betsy, who had not a penny to her name, had come to his office willingly to sign one.

Lukas crouched down on one knee and waited patiently until Betsy lifted her tearful gaze to his.

"Why do you want a prenup, Betsy?"

R-rumors...r-relatives...trust...

Her reason still wasn't completely clear, but he understood enough that it was a challenge to suppress his smile. "One last thing..."

"W-What?"

"You are aware that prenups only apply to couples who have yet to marry?"

"You know what I mean," she sniffed out. "And j-just so you know, y-you're not being fair."

"I'm not?"

"You s-say you d-don't want me to l-love you, but you k-keep doing things that make me love you more."

He immediately rose to his feet, saying, "I'll have legal draw up a postnup contract right now."

"I'm serious."

"So am I." But Lukas' teasing mood turned wary when his wife suddenly stood up with a determined look on her face. "What is it?"

"I'm thinking that I love you so much—-"

Lukas did his best not to wince at the words.

"—-that I just need you to take me now."

His head shot up.

"Please?"

A shaken laugh escaped her as Lukas came back to her side in a flash, but she ceased to think at all when he had her flat on his desk the next moment, and she heard the distinct sound of her husband unzipping himself.

Aaaah!

Her dress was up around her waist and her underwear dangling from one ankle when her husband thrust inside of her, and she started seeing stars as she did her best to accommodate his throbbing length.

He started rubbing her clit as his body set a furious rhythm, and her body immediately started to tighten with pleasure. There was just something about making love with most of their clothes still on that got to her, and with her husband pleasuring her with both his fingers and his length—-

It was just too much!

His mouth swallowed her cries as she came, but her husband also lost his control as soon as she started sucking on his tongue. His fingers dug into the sides of her hips as he came inside of her, and as she looked up and saw the passion etched on the chiseled features of his gorgeous face—-

Am I dreaming?

Or was that truly love she saw in her husband's eyes?