The Alphas Cursed Heir

Marrying My Runaway Groom's Powerful Father

Temple Madison

I was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Pierre, wearing a Vera Wang gown worth more than most people earn in a decade. It was supposed to be the wedding of the century, the final move to merge two of Manhattan's most powerful empires. Then my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram Story from my fiancé, Jameson. He was at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a caption that read: "Fuck the chains. Chasing freedom." He hadn't just gotten cold feet; he had abandoned me at the altar to run across the world. My father didn't come in to comfort me. He burst through the door roaring about a lost acquisition deal, telling me the Holland Group would strip our family for parts if the ceremony didn't happen by noon. My stepmother wailed about us becoming the laughingstock of the Upper East Side. The Holland PR director even suggested I fake a "panic attack" to make myself look weak and sympathetic to save their stock price. Then Jameson’s sleazy cousin, Pierce, walked in with a lopsided grin, offering to "step in" and marry me just to get his hands on my assets. I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her. The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money. I marched past my parents and walked straight into the VIP holding room. I looked the most powerful man in the room—Jameson’s cold, ruthless uncle, Fletcher Holland—dead in the eye and threw the iPad on the table. "Jameson is gone," I said, my voice as hard as stone. "Marry me instead."

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The nurse came in carrying a file which she held against her chest – her face warm and responsive.

"Miss Annie we have your results", she reported. Annie felt tension take hold of her but she put on a smile. "Please tell me it's not cancer," she begged.

"You're pregnant"

The nurse said, her words a sharp pain to the twenty-three-year-old Annie's heart. Annie's face went to confusion. "What do you mean I'm pregnant?. The nurse nodded gently. "You're about a month along."

"That's impossible" Annie cried out, very much at a loss. "I haven't been with a man in over a year and a half. Are you sure this is my result? She asked, her voice breaking. The nurse went over the file and checked the info again. "Yes, these are for you. Your HCG levels are what you'd see in the early stages of pregnancy. Here take a look" she said, passing the file to Annie. Before the nurse could hand it over, Annie snatched it from her and began to scan the pages. As her eyes went over the results, disbelief settled in that there was no mistake.

"But I swear I haven't had any sexual contact with anyone! How is this even possible? She protested, still trying to come to terms with the news. The nurse looked at her, taking in the weight of the moment. The nurse stood shocked but gave a sympathetic smile which said to Annie that she was just another in a long list of careless girls. "You're pregnant. The test results are definite.

Annie went to sit on the bed, bewildered. She suddenly felt a whisper inside her,

"Hi, mommy."

She jumped up, her eyes searching the room. "Did you hear that?"

The nurse looked surprised. "Hear what?"

"It sounded like a baby's voice."

"Miss Annie, please sit down. I'll fetch you some cold water to help you relax."

"Mommy, don't be scared." The baby inside Annie was speaking to her, and she felt like she was the only one who could hear it.

"Can't you hear it?" Annie pressed her trembling hand against her flat belly. Her heart raced as she took a step back, her eyes wide with realisation; she knew she had heard it clearly coming from within her. "The baby... It's talking to me."

"Annie, please sit down. You look really pale. I'll call the doctor to check on you," the nurse said, worried that Annie might be hallucinating.

"Mommy, they are coming. You have to protect me." This time the voice is clearer, sweeter, and smaller.

Annie staggered pressing her stomach, knocking over a tray of medical instruments.

"The voice...it's coming from my womb. I think the baby is talking to me." Annie is terrified.

The nurse became concerned. "What voice?" The nurse kept trying to calm her and talking to her but all Annie could hear was the voice of the baby calling out to her from within her.

Annie screamed.

Annie kept screaming. She ran outside like she had seen a ghost.

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